Chapter 888

"Woo... Woo..." late in the night in Moscow, Zhukov was awakened by a shrill alarm. His secretary had rushed to the living room, and the guards were busy, ready to protect their target. Zhukov left the luxurious room.

"What's the matter? What's going on? " Zhukov looked at his men in horror. He was not frightened by the sudden air raid alarm, but flashed countless possibilities in his mind after the air raid.

His elaborate counterattack plan and numerous intelligence support the German army's lack of fuel. This entry point for drawing up the operational plan has now been passively shaken, and even he has doubts about it, not to mention Stalin, who was already suspicious of the intelligence?

How did the German bombers come? Is the German army short of fuel in the middle and north of the eastern front? These problems began to appear in Zhukov's mind, lingering. This made him begin to doubt whether the intelligence in his hand was correct or not, and also began to worry about whether Stalin, who was already suspicious, would waver in his plan to fight south.

Was this the way the German army used to confuse him and prevent him from going south to take part in the war, or did the German army have enough fuel and launch offensive operations in both the north and the south at the same time? Zhukov felt that his mind was in a mess, and he had a sense of powerlessness.

In the silent night sky, the Soviet anti-aircraft gun positions opened fire madly, and countless 85mm caliber anti-aircraft guns were fighting back. All the Soviet soldiers knew that behind them was the capital of their motherland, the Kremlin of Stalin, the great leader who was sacred and inviolable.

One by one, antiaircraft shells were hit by long cannons into the sky, and then exploded at the set height, illuminating the scenery around the sky. Then all the Soviet antiaircraft artillery units were frightened to see that the dense German bombers were flying higher than the set explosion height of the Soviet antiaircraft artillery shells.

It seems that the German army didn't mean to drop bombs at a lower altitude, so most of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns couldn't pose a threat to the German bombers. Over Moscow, the German planes began to open the bomb cabin and throw the bombs out of the cabin one by one.

These bombs roared down in the thin air and rushed to the ground more than 10000 meters away with the sound of whistle. Then the fuzes of these bombs hit hard buildings or the ground, immediately ignited the bomb inside the * * and sent out a huge and powerful explosion.

"Boom" a bomb exploded on the edge of Moscow City, but the loud noise still spread to Marshal Zhukov's room. The Secretary pulled Zhukov's sleeve and, surrounded by several guards, helped Zhukov to leave his residence.

When they walked out of the room, the second bomb from the sky had exploded in the distance. The whole sky on the edge of Moscow was illuminated by the fire. We could clearly see the figures of some tall buildings standing in the fire. In his dream, Zhukov never imagined that Moscow would be attacked by the enemy. It was just like a arabian night.

"My God..." regardless of the approaching German bombers above his head, Zhukov, with the help of guards and assistants, walked around the yard to the nearby air raid shelter. He looked at the fire in the distance and exclaimed. This night is destined to be remembered by many people. This is the first time that the German bombed Moscow in the whole war.

It seems that the problem of bombing accuracy has not been considered at all, because Moscow is really big enough to allow most of the bombs dropped by the German army at an altitude of 10000 meters to fall into the urban area of Moscow. The German aircraft did not descend at all. They were only responsible for dropping bombs and did not consider where their bombs finally fell.

Zhukov was helped to the entrance of the air raid shelter on the ground, where two soldiers with submachine guns came forward to help and helped Zhukov get into the safe air raid shelter. At this time, the German plane bombs began to fall on the streets of Moscow on a large scale, and there were flames and explosions everywhere.

The earth was shaking because of the explosion. Zhukov looked at the ceiling above his head, and the chandelier was shaking slightly. The dim light made the air raid shelter look like a ghost land. Zhukov watched his shadow swing on the wall and felt that the future of this South attack strategy was really uncertain.

He was worried that the German army had reserved oil for the A and f groups. If so, the troops of the Soviet Union going south would be encircled and eaten, which could be said to be the last main field force of the Soviet Union.

What worried him even more was that this kind of "unreasonable hand" would make Stalin misjudge the strategic intention of the German army. Once Stalin changed the strategic direction of the German army from Caucasus to wrong Moscow, it would be inevitable for the Soviet army to lose Baku oilfield, which is the most fatal problem.

Zhukov really wanted to see the generals in charge of the German army opposite him, not from the photos, but sitting face-to-face together, having a good chat and seeing what they really thought. He felt that the other side was playing with superb means of mind. He had been confused by the repeated German fraud, and he could not and did not want to distinguish the real intention of the German army.

In the case of advantages, it can really make people unable to prevent. Zhukov could even imagine that Stalin would summon him early tomorrow morning, or even an hour after the German bombers flew away, to discuss with him the risk of the Soviet Army going south. But now, he has to endure, endure the German bombers dropped the bomb, exploded in the streets of Moscow, the capital, brought him spiritual devastation. An orthodox soldier, a general whose mission is to protect national security, will burst out a sense of infinite shame when he is attacked by the enemy in the capital. This feeling will always linger in his mind and will be pacified only after he personally enters the enemy's capital. Sure enough, at dawn the next day, Stalin sent for Zhukov to go to the Kremlin immediately. On his way to the Kremlin, Zhukov saw a German bomber that was destroyed and fell. He was deeply impressed by its huge fuselage. At least the Soviet army has not been able to make such a sophisticated long-range bomber. In the distance from the wreckage of the German plane, there are still more burning Soviet buildings. Moscow was bombed by the enemy for the first time in history. Although the loss was not big, it was a real shock. The streets and alleys are full of people talking about the scene of the German fighting. In addition, the martial law soldiers stand guard everywhere, which envelops the city with a layer of tension and terror. Sure enough, as soon as he met Stalin, he immediately asked Zhukov about the shortage of German fuel. Moreover, it sounded like a bad tone, with a kind of attitude of asking questions: "Comrade Zhukov, didn't you say that there was something wrong with the German fuel reserves? Last night, just last night, Moscow was bombed on a large scale. There were about 70 German planes He said while patting the table: "to be able to launch a bomber formation of this scale, how dare you say that the Germans are short of fuel? If your troops go south on a large scale, the German troops attack Moscow, or go south to attack your troops, what should I do? " Zhukov looked at Stalin helplessly. If he knew what to do, he would have spoken for a long time, and there was no need for Stalin to ask him. In this case, there is no difference between gambling and gambling. If you win the gambling, everyone will be happy, but if you lose the gambling, it is the sinner of the nation-state. Who can bear the name“ Comrade Stalin, the campaign plan I put forward was also drawn up on the basis of all the available intelligence materials. Now there are more variables, which makes the original plan of action present some unknown risks. " Zhukov was so popular under Stalin's fickle leader that he naturally had his way. Pick yourself up first, and then think about other things. This is Zhukov's unique skill. Sure enough, Stalin was silent. Just yesterday, he also felt that he was facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was only a bombing at night that made him so scrupulous. Therefore, he felt that Zhukov's thoughtlessness was not to blame for all this, but because of the passage of time, new changes had taken place. Thinking of this, Stalin went to Zhukov's side, indicating that his confidant love will not be so nervous. After appeasing Zhukov, he said to the Soviet Marshal softly and slowly: "since the enemy opposite us has changed, then our action should not be too radical. The preparations for going south should be suspended for the time being. Everything must be carried out according to the original plan. " Zhukov was ready for this situation on his way here. He quickly stood at attention and said to Stalin, "it's the great leader, comrade Stalin. I will strengthen the defense in the direction of Moscow and prevent the German army from attacking Moscow suddenly." Obviously, Stalin was very satisfied with Zhukov's performance and answer. At this time, he seemed to feel that his power could still control the whole country. He reveled in the obedience and fear of his subordinates, which made him realize the beauty of power“ Go ahead. "Finally, Stalin asked Zhukov to leave his office:" report to me whenever there is any new situation. "" yes, "Zhukov stood at attention and walked out