Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Participating in the Red Square military parade were trainees from the Moscow Mortar School and the Lenin Military and Political Academy, the 323rd Infantry Division, the 2nd Infantry Division, the Dzerzhinsky Infantry Division of the Internal Affairs Forces and the Special Mission Regiment, etc.

They received an urgent notice last night to participate in today's military parade, and arrived here at around two o'clock in the morning to help the logistics department clear the parade route. Many bombs have fallen on Red Square these days, and the ground is full of large and small craters. It will be difficult to move forward unless they are cleaned up.

Busy from early morning to morning, I finally cleared a road before ten o'clock. But everyone didn't care about eating. They hurriedly took a few bites of the dry food they carried and then ran to the positions assigned to them.

"I heard that Comrade Stalin is going to inspect the troops in person. Is it too dangerous? Will the German devils come to cause trouble?" Several students from the Lenin Military and Political Academy asked worriedly as they ran. Bombs don't have eyes. Coming to the ground at this time is tantamount to putting yourself in danger.

"Don't worry." One of the tall men said. "My brother is in the interceptor unit. The order they received is that if the Germans dare to come, they will be knocked down if they hit them."

The other student frowned slightly. "It will be knocked down even if it hits" sounds quite tragic, but the German bombers fly at an altitude of 14,000 meters, and as far as he knows, there is no interceptor aircraft that can climb to this altitude. In other words, even if the interceptor pilot It's impossible to hit even if you want to. "Are there new fighter planes in service?"

"No, it's still the MiG-3. I know what you want to say. I heard from my brother that even if this fighter plane doesn't carry any weapons and only adds half a tank of fuel, it can only reach a maximum altitude of 13,000 meters." 13,000 meters. , there is still a height difference of nearly 1,000 meters from the flying altitude of the German bombers. And these 1,000 meters seemed like an insurmountable gap. There was nothing we could do to stop the German bombers. We could only watch the German bombers come and go as they pleased.

"I heard that the Americans have developed a high-altitude fighter jet. Why don't they come with support?"

The tall man curled his lips disdainfully. "What are you supporting? The Americans have developed high-altitude fighter jets, but the German high-altitude fighter jets can fly higher. Last time the German high-altitude fighter jets escorted bombers to bomb the United States, and the Americans sent high-altitude fighter jets to intercept them. As a result, an American high-altitude fighter jet met All the fighter jets were wiped out."

"Fighter escort to the United States?! Do the German fighter jets have such a long range?!"

"Well, the German bombers took off from Greenland, and the fighter jets took off from the aircraft carrier."

Today, Moscow is completely within the combat radius of German fighter jets. German fighter jets can completely escort bombers throughout the entire journey. In other words, even if one's own fighter jets can fly to an altitude of 14,000 meters, they may not be able to stop German bombers.

"..." Everyone was silent, walked to their respective positions, and waited quietly.

At ten o'clock, they saw a group of high-level officials headed by Comrade Stalin walking up to the viewing platform of Lenin's Mausoleum. Many people subconsciously straightened their backs and listened quietly to Comrade Stalin's speech.

boom!

At this moment, a deafening explosion sounded in the distance.

Before anyone had time to react, a series of explosions came from all directions.

The auditorium suddenly became a mess, and a group of guards quickly sent Comrade Stalin back to the basement.

On the parade side, before the commander could give the order to disband, a missile landed not far away. A terrible shock wave swept over with blazing flames and tens of thousands of fragments, and countless people fell to the ground. , making a painful scream.

"Quick! Disband! Return to the underground fortifications!!"

Stalin was almost being carried back to the basement, breathing heavily, his face gloomy to the extreme, and he was cursing through gritted teeth. I don’t know how many times I repeated these curses, and everyone around me knew them by heart. It is nothing more than asking the Germans to repay ten or a hundred times in the future.

Konev sighed helplessly, secretly sighing why it was necessary. He had repeatedly warned against holding a military parade, but Comrade Stalin refused to listen. As a result, he probably made a fool of himself to the whole world. "Comrade Stalin, many people are concerned about your safety. Please go to the broadcast room and say a few more words." If you don't say a few words, many people may think that Comrade Stalin had an accident.

Washington.

Everyone in the conference room listened to Stalin's impassioned voice coming from the radio and started talking.

"Won't the Germans come and cause trouble?"

"I heard it's snowing heavily in Moscow, and the Germans may not come."

Commander Arnold shook his head. "The German bombers are not affected by the weather at all. I am afraid that they have long been equipped with new sights. They can achieve precise bombing regardless of snow or night. Instead of expecting heavy snow to stop the German bombing, it is better to hope The German bomber force is on Christmas vacation."

Speaking of Christmas, everyone present couldn't help but sigh. This year is probably the most useless Christmas they have ever had.

"Don't the Soviets know?"

"How could you not know? The first time their Kremlin was bombed, wasn't it on a rainy day? I heard that many people were in favor of holding this military parade, but no one could stop Stalin's stubborn temper. Stay. What he means is that since the Germans did it, he must do it too."

Marshall rubbed his temples. He couldn't defeat others on the battlefield, so he had to show off on something like this? The Germans displayed various advanced weapons in their military parade. What did the Soviets have? Is it just a joke for the Germans? I wonder how Goebbels in Germany will mock him after this military parade is over. "Are our soldiers also participating?"

"Stalin originally wanted our soldiers to participate, but Commander Eisenhower did not agree." Morale, which is already low, if something unexpected happens, will it drop to a negative value?

At this moment, there was a dull explosion from the radio, and there was a sudden chaos. Someone shouted, "Protect Comrade Stalin quickly!" Then the broadcast was cut off and there was no sound.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. "What's going on?! Is it a German bombing?"

"Contact Commander Eisenhower to see if Stalin was killed?"

News came back from Moscow soon. "It was a German missile attack. All high-level Soviet officials have safely withdrawn to the basement."

Marshall snorted disdainfully. "Now I have really become the laughing stock of the whole world."

After a while, Stalin's voice sounded on the radio again, but everyone was no longer interested in listening anymore. They turned off the radio, left the conference room, and went to rest.