"Boom!" The sāo movement of the few people below as the speck rapidly expanded did not affect the fanatical faces on Red Square, until the strange mō-like flying machine fell unstoppably, causing an earth-shattering loud bang in the crowd.

Almost all eyes on Red Square turned to a column of smoke rising in the northwest corner at that moment, but then in the midst of an exclamation, more columns of smoke rose from Red Square.

"Damn, what is this?" Stalin got up from the ground, lifted his hat and said angrily.

Under the nearest pillar of smoke, a black-red fireball engulfed the adoring gazes of hundreds of people looking at him. The impact of the ground slammed into the ground with stone dust and violently pushed him and the guards in front of him, and he watched as a piece of metal chā entered the chest of one of the guards, blood staining his palm.

The heads of the top echelons of Soviet Russia, who had risen one after another, looked at Stalin's position together. When I saw him get up again and roar, a long cry mixed with many emotions such as anticipation and disappointment drifted over Red Square, which was messed up by the explosion.

The loud explosion lasted only 12 times, and most of them were heard outside Red Square, but it was already as if it had just been baptized by a storm, and it was drowned out again by the cries of the crooked crowd in the square. The panicked crowd looked up to the sky as they searched for a safer place to take refuge on the ground. But there was nothing unusual in the sky except for the aimless smoke of the anti-aircraft artillery.

"What's that?" Stalin, who was surrounded by people around him and hid in a bunker next to Red Square, wiped a little blood from his forehead and went berserk again.

Such questions also lingered in the minds of the somewhat quiet crowd on Red Square.

"Is this a suicide plane?" Some people are suspicious, and many people have seen their shapes in close contact. Some are like airplanes, but they are faster, their wings are much shorter, and they don't hesitate to swoop down directly from the air, hitting and detonating in the crowd, very suicide plane style.

"It's not an airplane. Like a rocket, like a Katyusha, a large Katyusha! Someone shouted. The Russians are no strangers to rockets, and they have long heard of Katyusha, who had made meritorious contributions in the Battle of Kiev. In the Battle of Kiev at that time, not only the Soviet Russians appeared in Katyusha, but also a large number of rocket launchers purchased by the Germans from copycat companies became the highlight of the battlefield.

The rocket launcher that first ignited the eyeballs from the vanguard army was no longer a secret weapon for everyone.

"Yes, it's a rocket!" Someone suddenly realized.

At this time, Stalin, who heard the prompt, had a calm face, he knew more information, and the intelligence network of Soviet Russia had long reported that the Germans were developing giant rockets.

"Is this the giant rocket of the Germans?" He was guessing. It is also the horror that swept over the faces of everyone.

Although the losses have not yet been counted, a few of the high-level officials beside him have already shed a few in a pool of blood just now, which is already a huge loss.

The bombardment of this giant rocket is comparable to the bombardment of a large-caliber giant artillery, and there is no possibility for those who fall within a few tens of meters to escape.

If it weren't for the fact that the explosion was a little farther away from them, and the protective measures had been prepared on the viewing platform before, so that they could have suffered minimal losses, I am afraid that this attack would have completely collapsed Soviet Russia.

"The soldiers are still holding steel guns, ready to go to the battlefield! Is the parade still going to ......?" the stout Zhukov next to him stood straight in front of Stalin. His figure blocked out the light at the exit of most of the bunker.

"Of course, the parade will continue, and none of us can be shameful deserters!" Stalin said irritably.

He glared at the crowd, adjusted his military uniform a little, lifted his hat, and was the first to walk out of the secret bunker on the viewing platform. No more loud noises. The danger has passed, and this time is when he needs to reassure the army and the people.

When he stood on the high viewing platform again, the pillars of smoke and fire on Red Square had long since disappeared, leaving only four huge craters that were shocking.

The wounded around the crater were still being treated, and although there were many new recruits in the army, it was the selected jīng rui who could participate in the parade, and the army first stabilized and began to suppress the crowd of spectators.

The cries of ordinary people watching have faded. When Stalin walked out, some people were the first to chant slogans. The dazed crowd also seemed to have found the backbone, and the sound of the ula and the raised arms covered up the sāoluàn just now, and the atmosphere became warm again.

Stalin's majestic voice was once again heard from the loudspeakers around him: "The will of the Russian people cannot be defeated!" We will not be intimidated by bombings and intimidation, we will return all our hatred and anger to the Germans, and we will continue to march to the front under the banner of Sovietism. Towards victory! ”

The louder sound of Ula below rose again, and the soldiers of the parade raised their heads again and strode forward.

But a piercing air raid siren sounded again, bringing the cheers to an abrupt halt. The crowd on Red Square moved again, and the power of the huge explosion just now was still in mind. The injured and stunned people around them can also see the sense of vulnerability and powerlessness of being in danger. Let people no longer hold their breath.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Stalin's voice on the loudspeaker was a little pale, but the fierce eyes on his iron-green face swept over the high-ranking people who were also a little sāo beside him. The higher-ups immediately tightened their movements and straightened up, but they still couldn't influence the larger sāo movement caused by the crowd looking up at the sky below.

Under the equally pale and feeble critical attack of the anti-aircraft artillery, the speck in the sky, which had become familiar and terrifying to the Muscovites, reappeared, and rushed towards Red Square.

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"No more! That's all for now! Jian 5 regretfully spread his hands towards Lao Xi and said.

Lao Xi also pursed his mouth unsatisfied, and Jī raised the secret electricity in his hand again, and smiled at Jian 5: "This missile is too bāng." In just two rounds of attacks, one minister, two generals were killed. It would be nice if there were more of this kind of thing. ”

Of course, the biggest advantage is that the missile attack interrupted the sensational performance of the Russians, and at a time when the eyes of the world were focused on it, they were slapped in the face.

At this time, he had forgotten that he had been dissatisfied with this expensive one-time consumable, but it was a pity that the copycat company had given Germany a little less of this superweapon this time.

This time, when he heard that a military parade was about to be held on Red Square, he immediately ordered the German air force to break through the blockade of the Russians and bomb Red Square. But several times, the Jiāo front was blocked by more and more fighters from the Soviet Union. German planes in other places can still gallop around, but in the skies of Moscow, Soviet and Russian fighters have a slight advantage.

The new fighters produced by the Russians were more equipped with air forces near Moscow.

Because many German bomber groups were also involved in ground attacks, the MiG-3, which was good at intercepting at high altitudes of more than 5,000 meters, was somewhat useless and had been forced to stop production and give way to more engines for the Il-2 attack aircraft. But more Yak-1 and La-3 fighters became mainstream, and although they were a little worse than the Germans, the numerical superiority and sacrifice at all costs allowed the Russians to control most of the sky around Moscow.

It was precisely because of the confidence in Moscow's air supremacy that Stalin had the intention of this military parade, or it would have been an international joke.

The Germans intensified their air strikes, but the Russians immediately turned against them, and more planes appeared.

The 301 factory in Moscow produced new Yak-1 fighters for a lifetime, and immediately the cadet-level rookies took to the skies on the new mounts to participate in the battle.

The Yak-1 does not have high technical requirements for pilots, and pilots can control this new fighter with superior capabilities at low and medium altitudes as long as the pilot has 30 hours of flying experience. Even those rookies who have less than 30 hours can gradually get acquainted with them during the battle, and grow into new jīng Ying as more rookie corpses fall.

After more than half a year of war, Soviet Russia has grown up many jīng ying in the army, and played its own rhythm of war.

And Lao Xi has already felt the difficulty of fighting on two fronts, especially the Air Force.

Here, in time and space, in the face of Germany's strength, there were many more volunteers from the United States and other places than in the previous life, although the results of the battle were greater, but the consumption of German jīng British pilots was no less than that of the previous life.

The long supply lines and fatigue of the Eastern Front also made the strength accumulated by the Luftwaffe constantly wear down the bravery of the Soviet Russians. The Russians could do whatever it takes, no matter what sacrifices they made, but the Germans clearly felt the struggling.

Especially when the British and Soviet Russians equipped a large number of new fighters and narrowed the gap between the two sides, the sensitive Lao Xi already felt a hint of crisis.

He began to look to copycat companies for better aircraft, such as the Hellcat used in Huaxia.

In this time and space, Meng Xiang did not intend to sit idly by and watch the Germans' oil crisis appear, and had already removed a shackle that was pressing on the Germans' heads. The shortage of pilots in the Germans was only due to the rigid and strict control of new pilots by serious Germans.

In this time and space, the second echelon of German pilots formed by the abundance of fuel and aircraft is more sufficient, and there is no big crisis for the time being. Lao Xi's temptation is just to seek more benefits.

Meng Xiang, who strives to squeeze the profits of every weapon, does not agree easily, in his calculations, even the Germans need to be controlled within a controllable range.

The exploits of the Germans are only suitable to shine in the front court, and behind will be the moment of the Chinese show.

But Meng Xiang, who was also unhappy with the Russians, did not completely reject Lao Xi, but recommended V2 and V3 missiles to him. (To be continued)