It was dark in the evening, and there were large, slow-moving dark clouds floating in the sky.

Korolev and I raised our heads and looked into the sky, and we could not see enemy aircraft, only the roar of aircraft engines. It is clear that not one, but several bombers were flying at extremely high altitudes.

Anti-aircraft guns, deployed on the roofs of Kremlin buildings, began to fire fiercely into the sky. I couldn't help but smile bitterly when I watched this aimless shooting, thinking to myself what effect it would have if I didn't even see where the enemy planes were, and just shot them into the sky.

As soon as the air raid sirens sounded, the personnel in the building where the security room was located ran out of the building, walked through the wide square, and went to the bullet shelter at the other end to defend the air. Seeing that the people in the building were almost evacuated, Colonel Bezikov came to our side and asked us in a reproachful tone: "Why haven't you gone into hiding?" ”

Instead of answering his question, Korolev asked rhetorically: "Is Moscow regularly subjected to air strikes?" ”

"Yes, since July 22, the Luftwaffe has been carrying out non-stop air raids on the city. It is a pity that the number of aircraft of our Air Force is too small to prevent enemy aircraft from invading our cities. ”

As the two of us spoke, I began to look around again and enjoy the scenery. I have been to Red Square countless times, but this Kremlin has never had a chance to come in, and it is not easy to come in once, so naturally I have to seize the opportunity to take a good look, because I don't know that I will not have a chance to come in again until the Year of the Monkey.

I wondered what the name of the square I was standing on, whether it was Sopilnaya or something else, but it was a bit of a tongue-twisting pronunciation, and I never seemed to have pronounced the name of the place. The tall Ivan bell tower in the middle of the square is currently the tallest building in Moscow, and it is also estimated that it is the best coordinate for the Luftwaffe to calibrate the position of the Kremlin. Next to the bell tower is a huge tsar clock, which is the famous bell king in the world. The bell, which weighed two hundred tons, was broken the first time it was struck, and the piece that fell off was more than a man tall. I looked over from a distance, and the inside of the bell was quite large, and if the German bombers started dropping bombs, it would be safe for me to hide in the air defense.

Not far away there is also a huge old cannon, a Tsarist cannon built in the XVI century. With a length of 5.35 meters, a diameter of 40 centimeters and a weight of 40 tons, it was originally placed here to guard the gates of the Moscow River crossing and the Spassk Bell Tower, but it was never launched. Next to the cannon are a few huge round shells, which are estimated to sell for a lot of money if they are sold as scrap metal.

"Paratroopers! German planes dropped paratroopers! Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

I looked up into the air, and before I could see the situation, I felt someone grab me by the shoulder, and then I heard Korolev's familiar voice nervously asking: "Paratroopers?!" Where, do you see it? ”

An open parachute descended from the clouds. I stared at the sky with wide eyes, and I didn't see any parachutes other than this one for a while. I nervously watched the parachute slowly falling, and there was an oval-shaped object shaking underneath it, looking like a human form from a distance.

"No, it's not like a paratrooper, the Germans only airdropped one paratrooper?" I guessed in confusion. "Could it be that this is a pilot who parachuted out of a wrecked German plane?" But I don't think I saw any enemy planes being shot and falling.

There was no hiding in the square, and the guards who were still on duty rushed to the center of the square, raised their rifles and submachine guns, and fired fiercely at the parachute that was slowly falling in the air.

Looking at the parachutes that fell lower and lower, I suddenly understood that this was not a paratrooper, but a bombshell dropped by the German army! In later military documentaries, it is common to see the Air Force dropping this kind of bombshell with a parachute, and as the bomb lands, the enemy's position turns into a sea of fire.

I shouted in a hurry: "Don't shoot, disperse, it's a bomb!" "But my voice was drowned out by the sound of gunfire and anti-aircraft gun fire, and everyone was still desperately firing into the air.

If the bomb had been hit in the air and had exploded, there would not have been a safe dead end below, and the people present would have suffered heavy casualties. I grabbed Bezikov's arm, shook it vigorously, and shouted to him: "This is not a paratrooper, tell everyone to stop shooting, otherwise the bomb will be detonated and we will all be doomed." ”

Betzikov jumped on the table at the door of the garrison room, drew his pistol, fired a few shots into the air, and shouted with all his might: "Listen to my orders!" Stop shooting, it's a bomb! Lie down! ”

I grabbed Korolev and dragged him to the ground.

"Boom!" A violent explosion exploded not far away, and the earth trembled violently before returning to calm. I lay on the ground, covering my ears, desperately enduring the unbearable pain of the ground trembling against my internal organs, which was pale in comparison to the pain of the objects that splashed and smashed on me during the explosion.

I saw people getting up from the ground and trying to get up. But as soon as I stood up, I felt the world spinning, nauseous and wanted to vomit, so I slowly squatted down again. I looked down and saw that on the ground in front of me, in addition to the rubble, there was actually a broken wooden gun handle with blood, and it seemed that when the bomb exploded just now, the casualties of the guards present must have been not small.

Korolev next to me came over and helped me, and with his help, I was able to get up again. I said to him, should we go to the hotel? He said a few words to me, but my ears were temporarily deaf from the explosion, and I could not hear anything, neither his voice nor my own. It wasn't until he leaned into my ear and yelled that I realized what he was saying, "The air raid is over, we should go back to the hotel." ”

I saw Colonel Bezikov standing next to the smoke-filled crater, while the wounded or killed soldiers were being carried away on stretchers by the paramedics who arrived urgently. I said to Korolev: "Uncle Pavel, let's go and have a look." He nodded, and helped me staggered towards the crater.

Bezikov stood next to the crater, staring at the bottom of the mud pit of the black hole, not even noticing that we walked up to him. When a soldier came to him to ask him for work, he didn't react, as if he was stupid.

"Uncle Pavel," I leaned into Korolev's ear and whispered to him, "what's wrong with him?" ”

"Shhhh Be quiet. Korolev also whispered: "You don't know what to say, the German plane flew over the Kremlin today and dropped a bomb, and the commanders in charge of air defense and defense work here will be punished." ”

"What kind of punishment?" I think this system is also a bit too unkind, and the enemy's current strength is so strong, it is difficult for my family to stop them for the time being. Only once in a while, if you sneak into the sky above the Kremlin, you will have to punish the relevant security personnel, who will dare to work here in the future?

"Usually they are sent to labor camps or shot." Korolev replied to me with a serious expression.

"Huh?!" I was shocked, this punishment was too severe, no wonder Colonel Bezikov was now standing in a daze in front of the choking crater like an idiot.

"Bezkov!" Suddenly, a voice with a strong Georgian accent sounded across the bullet hole. I followed the sound, but I didn't expect to see Stalin. He was standing across from us, also inspecting the newly formed crater, and several plainclothes security personnel were standing two or three paces behind him.

"Comrade Stalin." Bezikov came back to his senses from his daze, and quickly straightened up and straightened up.

"How?" Stalin frowned and asked: "Are there any casualties?" ”

"No, Comrade Stalin." Bezkov's lies are simply not flawed at all: "Not a single one." ”

Stalin nodded, turned and walked briskly towards a building not far away, followed by several security guards.