Chapter 907 Soviet Military Parade (4)

Participating in the Red Square parade were students 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 parade, and rushed here at more than two o'clock in the morning to help the logistics department clear the parade route. Many bombs have fallen on the Red Square these days, and the ground is full of large and small craters. If they are not cleaned up, it is simply difficult to move.

They were busy from early morning to morning, and finally cleared a path before ten o'clock. However, everyone did not care about eating. After a few bites of the dry food they brought with them, they ran to the position assigned to them.

"I heard that Comrade Stalin will personally review the troops. Will it be too dangerous? Will the German devils come to make trouble?" Several students from the Lenin Military and Political Academy worried as they ran. Bombs don't have eyes. Coming to the ground at this time is equivalent to taking risks.

"Don't worry." One of the tall men said. "My brother is in the interceptor unit. They received orders that if the Germans dare to come, they must be knocked down even if they have to."

Another student frowned slightly. "We must knock them down even if we have to," it 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 that can climb to this altitude, which means that even if the interceptor pilot wants to ram, it is impossible to do so. "Are there new fighters in service?"

"No, it's still the MiG-3. I know what you want to say. My brother said that even if this fighter has no weapons and only has half a tank of fuel, it can only rise to a maximum altitude of 13,000 meters." At an altitude of 13,000 meters, there is still a height difference of nearly 1,000 meters from the flying altitude of the German bombers. And this 1,000 meters seems like an insurmountable gap. They are helpless with the German bombers and can only watch the German bombers come and go freely.

"I heard that the Americans have developed high-altitude fighters, why don't they support them?"

The tall man curled his lips in disdain. "What support? The Americans developed high-altitude fighters, but the Germans fly higher. Last time, the Germans' high-altitude fighters escorted bombers to bomb the United States, and the Americans sent high-altitude fighters to intercept them. As a result, the American high-altitude fighters were wiped out in one encounter."

"Escort fighters to follow to the United States?! Do the German fighters have such a long range?!"

"No, the German bombers take off from Greenland, and the fighters take off from aircraft carriers."

Now Moscow is completely within the combat radius of the German fighters. The German fighters can fully escort the bombers throughout the journey, which means that even if they have fighters that can fly to an altitude of 14,000, they may not be able to stop the German bombers.

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

At ten o'clock, they saw a group of senior officials headed by Comrade Stalin walk 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 everyone could react, explosions came from all directions.

The viewing platform was in chaos, and a group of guards quickly sent Comrade Stalin back to the basement.

On the parade side, before the commander had time to give the order to disband, a missile fell not far away, and the terrible shock wave swept in with blazing flames and tens of thousands of fragments. Countless people fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

"Quick! Disband! Go back to the underground fortifications!!"

Stalin, who was almost carried back to the basement by someone, panted heavily, his face was extremely gloomy, and he cursed with gritted teeth. I don't know how many times these curses have been repeated, and the people around him can recite them by heart. It's nothing more than asking the Germans to pay back ten times or a hundred times in the future.

Konev sighed helplessly in his heart, and sighed that there was no need for this. He had repeatedly advised against holding a military parade, but Comrade Stalin refused to listen, and ended up making a fool of himself in front of the whole world. "Comrade Stalin, many people are concerned about your safety. Please go to the radio room and say a few more words." If he didn't say a few words, many people might think that Comrade Stalin had an accident.

Washington.

The people in the conference room listened to Stalin's passionate voice coming from the radio and started talking.

"Will the Germans not come to make trouble?"

"I heard that it is 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'm afraid they have been equipped with new sights for a long time, whether it is snowing or at night, they can achieve accurate bombing. Instead of expecting heavy snow to stop the German bombing, it is better to hope that the German bomber troops will have a Christmas holiday."

Speaking of Christmas, everyone present couldn't help but sigh together. This year is probably the most pathetic Christmas.

"Don't the Soviets know?"

"How could they 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 parade, but Stalin's stubborn temper made it impossible to stop him. He meant that since the Germans did it, he had to 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 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.