Chapter 672: German-Soviet War (25)

"Where's Timoshenko?!"

The thunderous roar made the Kremlin tremble.

At this moment, Stalin was like a furious lion, breathing heavily, and his blood-red eyes seemed to tear the person in front of him alive and devour him.

Beria seemed to be like a sheep, not daring to breathe out, and a huge amount of sweat flowed down from his forehead as if it was free. "Comrade Stalin, Marshal Timoshenko has disappeared. According to our investigation, Marshal Timoshenko's last destination was the front line. People at the headquarters said that before leaving, he said that he would personally go to the front line to supervise the battle; and the sentries on the front line I saw Marshal Timoshenko and his cronies heading towards the German defense lines in a car, and I never saw him come back again. I think he has..." He didn't dare to say those two words, in his heart. Secretly cursing Timoshenko, is he crazy? As a Marshal of the Soviet Union, he defected like this? Even if the battle fails, your comrade-in-arms relationship with Comrade Stalin may not necessarily do anything to you.

But Beria also understood Timoshenko a little. I am afraid that he was afraid of ending up like Pavlov, so he simply ran away.

"This is Chi Guoguo's betrayal! A betrayal of the motherland! A betrayal of me! I trusted him so much, and he betrayed me like this!!" Stalin yelled hysterically. "Hang all their family members for treason! Tell every soldier that if he can be arrested or killed on the battlefield, he will be promoted to three levels in a row!" After taking a few breaths, Stalin issued another order. "Order the B-24 brigade of the Western Front to bomb Berlin immediately!!"

"Yes! I will execute it immediately!" Beria hurriedly exited Stalin's office as if he had been granted amnesty. After closing the door, he heard curses coming from inside the room and the sound of various things falling to the floor.

Beria shuddered suddenly and didn't dare to stay for long, so she quickly turned around and left.

The traitor Timoshenko is currently in the Berlin Palace, having a lively discussion with Yanik. Both of them have already talked about the post-war situation.

"I never treat my friends badly. In return for defeating Stalin in the future, I can divide a piece of land to the Marshal. After all, the Soviet Union is so big, we can't swallow it all. Except for Siberia, Ukraine, and Belarus, the remaining places I will divide it into a dozen pieces. I can give you one of the countries, whether you want to be emperor, president, or general secretary, it’s up to you.”

Timoshenko was stunned. Just as he was thanking Yanik for his generosity, Reinhard walked in. "Your Highness, there is news from the Soviet Union."

Timoshenko stood up suddenly. "Has my family been rescued?!"

Reinhard glanced at Yannick and saw him nodding slightly before speaking. "I'm sorry, because the marshal's father lived in a rural area, people from the local Ministry of Internal Affairs got there first. They declared your father a traitor and hanged him in public at the head of the village."

"Father!!" Timoshenko sat slumped on the chair, with a look of grief on his face, and clenched his fists with a creaking sound. "I swear I will not be a human being unless I take revenge for this!"

Seeing him gritting his teeth and cursing Stalin, Yannick couldn't help but give Stalin a thumbs up. What a wonderful assist. As the saying goes, "the hatred for killing the father is irreconcilable," so Timoshenko still had to fight Stalin to the death. Moreover, the Soviet army will be dealt with more ruthlessly than the German army. "Your Excellency, Marshal, I offer my condolences to you. This revenge will definitely be avenged. Reinhard, is there any other news?"

"The marshal's wife and daughter have been safely evacuated. People from the Ministry of Internal Affairs rushed to the rescue. Our people have placed them in a safe place."

Timoshenko's expression softened slightly, he stood up and begged Yannik. "Your Highness, I want to form the Liberation Army as soon as possible."

Yannick nodded. "No problem, you can go back and select prisoners of war now, and I will tell Commander Kruger."

Orders to bomb Berlin reached Western Front headquarters.

Because the Americans also wanted to shift the German army's ideas to the Soviet Union as much as possible and stop bombing the United States all the time, they didn't have much objection to the order to bomb Berlin this time. Moreover, for every bombing operation, the crew members can receive considerable subsidies, and they are also happy to fly more flights.

"These Soviet guys are really stupid. Don't they know that all their people have surrendered?"

"Mom, you've been working in vain these past few days. All those supplies were thrown away to the Germans. It's irritating to think about it."

"I heard that their commander ran away?"

"Yeah, it's really embarrassing to go to the Germans and still be a marshal."

The American pilots who gathered in the conference room to listen to the combat plan exchanged various gossips and laughed at these stupid Soviets.

At eight o'clock in the evening, more than fifty B-24 bombers took off for Berlin.

As the bombers flew over the German first line of defense, their radios were jammed again. The pilot on a bomber took off his headphones that were full of interference and was puzzled. "These disturbances have not disappeared. Aren't the Germans themselves unaffected?"

"Who knows, maybe they have their own secret band."

Before he finished speaking, there were explosions one after another, and the fire illuminated half of the sky.

Major Elton, who personally led the team, quickly ran to the rear turret. "what happened?!"

The machine gunner in the turret trembled. "Sir, I don't know what caused the attack. Just now, more than a dozen friendly aircraft exploded at the same time!!"

Major Elton was shocked. They lost more than a dozen friendly planes at once? ! They only had more than 50 bombers. If this happened three or four more times, wouldn’t they be completely wiped out? !

At this time, the second round of explosions sounded again.

Looking at the flames exploding in the sky, Major Elton suddenly yelled. "Parachute! Parachute quickly!" His voice was so loud that it almost covered the sound of the plane's engine.

Under his crazy urging, the crew hurriedly left the bomber and jumped down.

Not long after Major Elton jumped out of the bomber last, their bomber exploded. With the light of the explosion, Major Elton vaguely saw several black shadows in the distance. "German night fighters? How did the Germans see so clearly?" These black shadows didn't seem to be many in number, but they wiped out their dozens of bomber formations in a short time. This efficiency was too terrible! How did the Germans accurately lock on to the target in such a dark night? !

Suddenly, his feet landed heavily on the hard ground, and his ankles made two "crackling" sounds, causing him to scream in pain.

But before he could scream, several flashlight beams shot over from a distance, accompanied by several German shouts. Major Elton gritted his teeth and took out his self-defense pistol, hesitated for a moment, threw it aside, and raised his hands high.