"Woo... Woo..." In Moscow late at night, Zhukov was awakened by a shrill alarm ring. His secretary had rushed to the living room, and the guards were also busy, preparing to protect their target Zhukov left this luxurious room.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Zhukov looked at his subordinates in horror. He was not scared by the sudden air raid sir, but countless possibilities for this air raid flashed through his mind.

His carefully planned counterattack plan, and countless intelligence proved that the German army lacked oil. The entry point for this combat plan has been shaken now, and even he himself has doubts, not to mention Stalin, who was already skeptical of these intelligences?

How did the German bombers come? Is the German army in the central and northern theater of the Eastern Front lacking fuel? These questions began to appear in Zhukov's mind and could not be removed. This made him wonder whether the information in his hands was correct, and he also began to worry. Whether Stalin, who was already suspicious, would be shaken by the plan to fight south.

Is this a means used by the German army to confuse him and prevent him from going south to join the war, or is the German army sufficient fuel and launched an offensive battle between the north and the south at the same time? Zhukov felt that his mind was messy and he actually felt a sense of powerlessness that was spinning.

In the quiet night sky, the Soviet anti-aircraft gun positions opened fire wildly, and countless 85mm caliber anti-aircraft guns were fighting back desperately. 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 anti-aircraft shell after another was hit by the slender barrel and then exploded at a set height, illuminating the scenery around the sky. Then all the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery troops were frightened to see that the dense German bombers actually flew higher than the set explosion height of the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery shells.

The German army did not seem to have the intention of dropping bombs down the altitude, so most of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns could not pose a threat to the German bomber group. Over Moscow, German aircraft began to open the bomb bay and threw the mounted bombs out of the bay one by one.

These bombs whistled down in the thin air, rushing towards the ground more than 10,000 meters away with a whistle. Then the fuses of these bombs hit hard buildings or ground, immediately igniting the ** inside the bomb, and making a huge and amazing explosion.

"Boom" a bomb exploded on the edge of the Moscow city, but the loud noise still reached Marshal Zhukov's room. The secretary didn't care that Zhukov had not dressed in his clothes, so he pulled Zhukov's sleeve and surrounded by several guards, and helped Zhukov leave his residence.

When they walked out of the room, the second bomb that fell from the sky had exploded in the distance. The sky on the edge of Moscow was illuminated by the explosion of fires, and the figures of tall buildings could be clearly seen standing in the fires. Zhukov never imagined this scene when he was dreaming that Moscow was attacked by the enemy was nothing like a fantasy.

"My God..." Zhukov, with the help of the guards and assistants, walked around the yard to the nearby air-raid shelter, looked at the fire in the distance and exclaimed. This night was destined to be remembered by many people. This was the first time that the Germans bombed Moscow in the whole war.

It seems that the bombing accuracy is not considered at all, because Moscow is indeed large enough that most of the bombs dropped by the German army at an altitude of 10,000 meters can be landed into the city of Moscow. The German aircraft did not drop altitude at all. They were only responsible for dropping bombs, and did not consider where their bombs finally landed.

Zhukov was helped to the entrance of the air-raid shelter on the ground, where two soldiers holding submachine guns were guarding him to help, and he pulled Zhukov into a safe air-raid shelter with all his strength. At this time, the bombs of German aircraft began to land on a large scale on the streets and alleys of Moscow, with fires rising and explosions everywhere.

The earth was trembling because of the explosion. Zhukov looked at the ceiling above his head, and the chandeliers on it were shaking slightly in the vibration. The dim light made the entire air-raid shelter look like a ghost domain. Zhukov watched his shadow swaying on the wall, feeling that the strategy of this south attack was really uncertain.

He was worried that the German army would really reserve the fuel for the A and F Army. If this was the case, the Soviet troops heading south would be surrounded and eaten. This can be said to be the last main force of the Soviet Union's field battle.

What made him even more worried was that this unknown "unreasonable move" would make Stalin wrongly judge the strategic intentions of the German army. Once Stalin changed the strategic direction of the German army from the Caucasus to the wrong Moscow, it would be inevitable that the Soviet army would lose the Baku oil field, which was the most fatal problem.

Zhukov really wanted to meet the generals commanding the German troops opposite him. He sat together face to face, chatted and saw each other's real thoughts. He felt that the other party was superb in playing with his spiritual methods. He had been confused by the repeated frauds of the Germans, and he could not and did not want to distinguish the German intentions.

The false and real are repeated over and over again, and when used in an advantageous situation, they can really achieve a result that is unpredictable. Zhukov could even imagine that early tomorrow morning, or even an hour after the German bomber flew away, Stalin would summon him to discuss with him the risks of the Soviet army moving south.

But now, he still has to endure the mental destruction brought to him by the bombs dropped by German bombers on the streets of the capital Moscow. An orthodox soldier, a general who takes the mission of defending national security, will burst out with infinite shame when the capital is attacked by the enemy. This feeling will always linger in his heart and will only be relieved after he personally enters the enemy's capital.

Sure enough, at dawn the next day, Stalin sent someone to ask Zhukov to rush to the Kremlin immediately. On the way to the Kremlin, Zhukov saw a German bomber that was destroyed and fell. His huge fuselage left a deep impression on him. At least the Soviet army is not able to build such a precise long-range bomber.

In the distance of the wreckage of the German plane, there were more Soviet buildings that were burning. Moscow was hit by the first large-scale bombing of the enemy in history. Although the losses were not large, it really shocked the people. People were talking about the scene of Germans fighting, and the martial law soldiers stood guard everywhere, which covered the city with a tense and terrifying atmosphere.

Sure enough, as soon as they met Stalin, he asked Zhukov about the lack of fuel in the German army. And it sounded bad tone, and he was quite tempted to be provoked: "Comrade Zhukov, didn't you say there was a problem with the German fuel reserves? Yesterday, just last night, Moscow was bombed by a large-scale bombing of about 70 planes dispatched by the Germans."

He said as he slapped the table: "You can launch a bomber formation of this size, but you dare to say that the Germans are short of fuel? What should I do if your troops go south on a large scale, the Germans attack Moscow, or go south to attack your troops?"

Zhukov looked at Stalin helplessly. If he knew what to do, he would have spoken long ago, and there was no need for Stalin to ask him for inquiries. In this case, it was no different from gambling. Of course, everyone would be happy if they won the gambling, but if they lost the gambling, they would be the sinner of the nation-state. Who can take on this title?

"Comrade Stalin, the battle plan I proposed was also formulated based on all the information I had in my hands. Now there are some variables, which makes the original action plan appear in some unknown risks." Zhukov could be so popular under such a fickle leader as Stalin, so naturally he had his own way. Picking himself clean first and then considering other things is a great skill of Zhukov.

Sure enough, Stalin fell silent. Just yesterday, he felt that he was facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was not until a bomb at night that he was so concerned. So he felt that all this could not be completely blamed for Zhukov for being inadequate, but because of the passage of time, new changes have occurred.

Thinking of this, Stalin walked to Zhukov's side and signaled that his confidant beloved general would not be so nervous. After comforting Zhukov, he whispered and slowly said to the Soviet Marshal: "Since the enemy opposite us has changed, then our actions should not be too radical. The preparations for going south should be temporarily stopped, and everything must be carried out according to the original plan."

Zhukov was ready for this situation on the way he came. He quickly stood attentively and said to Stalin: "It is the great leader Comrade Stalin, I will strengthen the defense in the direction of Moscow to prevent the German army from suddenly attacking Moscow."

Obviously, Stalin was very satisfied with Zhukov's performance and answer. At this time, he seemed to be able to feel that his power could still control the entire country. He was intoxicated by his subordinates' obedience and fear of him, which made him realize the beauty of power.

"Go to go." In the end, Stalin asked Zhukov to leave his office: "Report to me anytime if there is any new situation."
Chapter completed!