Eight Hundred and Eighty Nine Hesitation

"Woo... woo...!" In the middle of the night in Moscow, Zhukov was awakened by a wailing alarm bell. His secretary had rushed to the living room, and the guards were also busy, preparing to protect their target Zhukov to leave the place. A luxurious room. (Baidu search website updates the fastest and most stable)

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

His well-planned counterattack plan, and the fact that the German army lacks fuel supported by numerous intelligence reports. This starting point for drafting the battle plan has been shaken now, and even he himself has doubts, let alone Stalin, who was skeptical about these intelligences?

How did the German bombers come? Is there any shortage of fuel for the German army in the central and northern theater of the Eastern Front? These questions began to appear in Zhukov's mind, lingering. This made him doubt whether the information in his hands was correct, and he also began to worry whether Stalin, who was already suspicious, would waver in his 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 full of fuel and launching offensive operations from both the north and the south at the same time? Zhukov felt that his mind was in a mess, and he felt a sense of powerlessness spinning around.

In the silent night sky, the anti-aircraft artillery positions of the Soviet army opened fire crazily, and countless 85mm anti-aircraft guns were desperately fighting back. All Soviet soldiers know that behind them is the capital of their homeland, the Kremlin of the great and inviolable leader Stalin.

One anti-aircraft shell after another was shot into the sky by the slender barrel, and then exploded at the set height, illuminating the scenery around the sky, and then all the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery units panicked I saw that those densely packed German bombers 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, so most of the anti-aircraft guns of the Soviet army could not pose a threat to the German bomber fleet. Throw it overboard.

These bombs whizzed down in the thin air, with a whistle sound, and rushed to the ground more than 10,000 meters away. Then the fuzes of these bombs hit hard buildings or the ground, immediately ignited the explosives inside the bombs, and released a huge and surprisingly 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, ignoring that Zhukov hadn't dressed his clothes neatly, pulled Zhukov's sleeve, Surrounded by guards, Zhukov was helped to leave his residence.

When they walked out of the room, the second bomb that fell from the sky had already exploded in the distance,

The entire sky on the edge of Moscow was illuminated by the flames of the explosion, and the figures of some tall buildings could be clearly seen standing in the flames. Zhukov never imagined this kind of scene in his dreams. The fact that Moscow was attacked by the enemy is nothing different from the Arabian Nights.

"My God..." Regardless of the approaching German bombers above his head, Zhukov, with the support of guards and assistants, walked around the yard to the nearby air-raid shelter, he looked at the flames in the distance and exclaimed. , this ** is destined to be remembered by many people. This is the first time in the whole war that the Germans bombed Moscow.

It seems that the problem of bombing accuracy was not considered at all, because Moscow is indeed big enough to allow most of the bombs dropped by the German army at an altitude of 10,000 meters to fall into the urban area of ​​Moscow. The German aircraft did not descend at all, they were only responsible for dropping bombs , without even thinking about where his bomb ended up falling.

Zhukov was helped on the ground to the entrance of the air-raid shelter. Two soldiers with submachine guns guarded there stepped forward to help, and hurriedly got Zhukov into the safe air-raid shelter. At this time, the bombs from the German planes It began to fall on the streets of Moscow on a large scale, and there were flames and explosions everywhere.

The ground trembled because of the explosion, and Zhukov looked at the ceiling above his head, where the chandelier swayed slightly in the shock. The dim lights made the entire air-raid shelter look like a ghost town. Zhukov watched his shadow swaying on the wall, and felt that the strategy of going south this time was really uncertain.

He was worried that the German army had really reserved fuel for Army Group A and Army Group F. If this was the case, the Soviet troops going south would be encircled and eaten. This 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 "unreasonable hand" would make Stalin misjudge the strategic intentions of the German army. Once Stalin changed the strategic direction of the German army from the Caucasus to the wrong Moscow, then the loss of the Baku oil fields by the Soviet army will become inevitable, and this is the most deadly problem.

Zhukov really wanted to see the generals who commanded the German troops across from him, not from the photos, but sitting face to face, having a good chat, and seeing each other's true thoughts. He felt the opponent's mastery in manipulating the mind. He had been confused by the repeated deception of the Germans, and he couldn't and didn't want to discern the true intentions of the German army.

False and real are repeated over and over again, and when used in an advantageous situation, it can really have an unstoppable effect. Zhukov could even imagine that Stalin would summon him early tomorrow morning, 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 mental devastation brought to him by the bombs dropped by German bombers that exploded on the streets of the capital Moscow. An orthodox soldier, a general whose mission is to defend the country, will burst out with an infinite sense of shame when the capital is attacked by the enemy. This feeling will always linger in his heart. It will be smoothed out afterwards.

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 killed. The huge fuselage left a deep impression on him. At least the Soviet army is not yet capable of making such a sophisticated long-range bomber. .

In the distance from the wreckage of the German plane, there are more Soviet buildings that are constantly burning. Moscow was bombed by the enemy for the first time in history. Although the loss was not large, it really shocked the hearts of the people. The streets and alleys are full of people talking about the scene of the Germans coming, and the martial law soldiers stand guard everywhere, covering the city with a tense and terrifying atmosphere.

Sure enough, as soon as he met Stalin, he immediately asked Zhukov about the shortage of fuel in the German army. And it sounded in a bad tone, with a bit of an attitude of asking the teacher to blame: "Comrade Zhukov, didn't you say that there was a problem with the fuel reserves of the German army? Yesterday, just last night, Moscow was bombed on a large scale! The planes dispatched by the Germans There were about 70 of them."

He patted the table as he said, "How dare you say that the Germans are short of fuel if you can dispatch a bomber formation of this size? If your troops go south to fight on a large scale, and the Germans attack Moscow, or go south to pinch your troops, what should I do?" what to do?"

Zhukov looked at Stalin helplessly. If he knew what to do, he would have spoken a long time ago, and there was no need for Stalin to ask him personally. In this case, it is no different from **. If you win the bet, everyone will be happy, but if you lose the bet, you will be a sinner of the nation-state. Who can bear this title?

"Comrade Stalin, the campaign plan I proposed was also drawn up based on all the existing intelligence materials in hand, and now there are some more variables, which brings some unknown risks to the original action plan." The capricious leader is so favored by his subordinates, so naturally he has his own way. Pick yourself up first, and then think about other things. This is Zhukov's great skill.

Sure enough, Stalin fell silent. Just yesterday, he also felt that he was facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It wasn't until a bombing at night that he became so scrupulous. So he feels that all this really cannot be completely blamed on Zhukov's lack of consideration, but because of the passage of time, new changes have taken place.

Thinking of this, Stalin walked to Zhukov's side, signaling that his confidant, Ai Jiang, would not have to be so nervous. After appeasing Zhukov, he said softly and slowly to the Soviet Marshal: "Since the enemy facing us has changed, then our actions should not be too aggressive. The preparations for going south should be temporarily suspended, and everything must be done as usual. Execute the plan.”

On the way Zhukov came, he was ready for such a situation. He quickly stood at attention and said to Stalin: "Yes! 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 feel that his power could still control the entire country. He was intoxicated by the obedience and fear of his subordinates, which made him appreciate the beauty of power.

"Go!" Finally Stalin asked Zhukov to leave his office: "Report to me at any time if there is any new situation!"

"Yes!" Zhukov stood at attention and saluted, and retreated.