Chapter 1209 Teacher, I'm Not Leaving (Plus 2)

Weapon performance is important.

The ultimate factor that determines the victory of the war is not one or two weapons, but people. This sentence is not wrong. However, if the performance of the weapons is at a disadvantage, then the winning side needs to pay a higher price and have more sacrifice.

With the gradual development of science and technology, the chances of the weaker party to win are getting slimmer and slimmer.

Looking at it now, the MiG-3 fighter is already the absolute ace fighter of the Soviet Union. It is the only high-altitude fighter that can intercept German bombers at high altitudes, but its performance is still far from German fighters.

This gap is reflected in the current battle.

The wooden MiG-3 had its vertical tail cut off by the metal propeller of the FW190 fighter jet. When the propeller and the vertical tail contacted, a few sparks appeared, but the vertical tail was still smashed.

Losing the rear rudder, the MiG-3 was out of control, and after the FW190 had flown away, Pokryshkin tried hard to control the plane, but his plane still rolled and fell.

Pokryshkin had no choice. He tried hard to climb out of the cabin. The canopy above his head had been smashed. After trying several times, he finally climbed out.

At this time, the altitude had dropped to seven thousand meters, and Pokryshkin, who was chilled by the cold wind, jumped down.

And at the same time that Pokryshkin was dealt with, his wingman Karariksin, who was not very lucky, was chased by another FW190, had to give up the attack on the bomber force, and turned to Dive down, and when Merritt's plane took out his lead and came to help, his end was almost doomed.

In front of the huge German aircraft group, one or two Soviet fighter jets are simply a man's arm.

The destruction of Petersburg is at hand.

At this time, there was already a panic in Petersburg.

If the task of evacuation was given yesterday, all the citizens could still be evacuated in one day with the strong leadership of the Soviet government.

But the order to retreat was not given.

If this city, where the October Revolution was born, retreated after a single word of intimidation from the Germans, wouldn't this make the world laugh at the Soviets?

The Soviet will not back down. The Soviet is not France, nor is it England. The Soviet is sacred and invincible.

The constant arrival of high-altitude fighter jets reassured the people of the city a little, but the air base was destroyed so quickly, disrupting all plans, the German bombers were just around the corner, and they had to retreat quickly.

The retreat of the entire city was chaotic and disorderly.

The streets were crowded with people, and the cars could not get through at all. At the crossroads, even if the person in charge of the command broke his throat, he still could not guide them.

On the various piers, there were countless panics. The crowd looked at the approaching ship and jumped on it before they could reach the shore. Countless people were squeezed into the water and swam desperately, not knowing how to swim. The man was already struggling on the water, but no one came to save him.

The Germans want to destroy the city, not just for fun. The deadline set by the Germans is less than fifteen minutes away!

Petersburg Academy of Music.

According to Stalin's instructions, although ordinary citizens have not been evacuated, since yesterday, important industries and universities in Petersburg have been evacuated.

Stalin also valued major students. For the Soviets, the bright minds of college students were urgently needed in the Great Patriotic War. They should be flooded into various scientific research institutions to contribute to the Great Patriotic War, and when necessary, they would also Take up arms and go to the front lines.

However, not all people were evacuated, and some people refused to leave.

For example, a young man who is currently in a music classroom, facing a piano and playing with all his attention, did not leave as required.

He was wearing a performance suit, and although there was no audience below, the piano in front of him was spotless.

He was not tall, with a pointed nose and a pair of black glasses. He looked so artistic and youthful. His ten slender fingers landed on the black and white buttons.

Then, the music sounded, and the simple musical symbols danced on his fingers, the keys were flying, and his thoughts were also flying.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a magnificent scene. Countless German tanks were charging, crushing, and ravaging his motherland. In this battle, countless inspiring stories emerged.

His thoughts were flying, turning into notes on his fingertips, and his thoughts were constantly changing.

This piece of piano music has four parts. It is long at first, depicting the tranquility before the war, and suddenly the beautiful dream of peace is shattered. Then, it is the memory, the memory of peace, and the memory of happiness.

Next, is the most soothing, as if to show a deep love for one's homeland and land.

And in the end, a victory for sure! The Soviets are sure to win!

"Shostakovich, don't wait any longer, the German bomber is about to reach the sky above our heads, you must leave immediately! Quick, follow me!"

Before the fourth stanza started, the musician Shostakovich, who was sitting here, was interrupted. He raised his head and looked at the man who was trotting over, his mentor, the pianist Nicholas. Gulayev.

"Teacher, I'm composing a Seventh Symphony in major C, and I want to dedicate this piece to our heroic city, to encourage our people, to overcome everything, and to win." Shostako Vicky said.

"Then you have to die first." Nikolayev said: "Now, the order for the entire city to retreat has been issued, let's go."

Originally this morning, Nikolayev had already left with the last train, but he found that his most proud student had been left behind, so he rushed back in person.

When he came over, he had already seen everything on the street, and he was full of anxiety.

"Teacher, I'm not leaving," Shostakovich said.

"If you don't leave, it will be too late." Nikolayev said anxiously.

"Even if we leave, can we make it in time?" Shostakovich said, "Since we can't leave, why don't we immerse ourselves in the world of music and continue our creation?"

Shostakovich put his finger on the piano again. Now, it's the last chapter of creation. The content of this chapter is victory.

A brisk tune flowed out of his hands.

In the distance of the city, the roar of anti-aircraft artillery sounded, and the enemy bombers arrived.