"Boom!" As the spots expanded rapidly, the commotion among the few people below did not affect the fanatical faces on the Red Square, until the strange-looking aircraft fell unstoppable, and a shocking sound made a loud noise in the crowd.

At that moment, almost all the eyes on the Red Square turned to a pillar of smoke rising from the northwest corner, but then amid the screams of exclamation, more pillars of smoke rising from the Red Square.

"Damn it, what is this?" Stalin got up from the ground, held his hat and said furiously.

Under a smoke pillar closest to him, a black and red fire ball swallowed up hundreds of people's worshipful gazes that looked at him. The shock wave that rolled up from the ground, sandwiched with stone dust, suddenly pushed him down with the guards guarding him. He watched with his own eyes a piece of metal inserted into a guard's chest, and blood covered his palms.

The top Soviet Russian leaders and minds who had climbed up next to him looked at Stalin's position together. When they saw him get up again and roar, many feelings such as long whistles mixed with expectations and disappointment were floating over the Red Square that was messed up by the explosion.

The huge explosion lasted only 12 times, and most of them even sounded outside the Red Square, but above the Red Square, it was already drowned by the crying of the people who were upside down in the square as if they had just been baptized by the storm. The panicked crowd looked towards the sky while looking for a safer shelter on the ground. But there was nothing strange in the sky except for the aimless smoke balls of anti-aircraft artillery.

"What is that?" Stalin, who was surrounded by people hiding into the bunker next to Red Square, wiped off a little blood from his forehead and said violently again.

Such questions also linger in the minds of the slightly quiet people on the Red Square.

"Is this a suicide plane?" Some people wondered. Under close contact, many people saw their shapes. Some looked like planes, but they were faster and their wings were much shorter. They slapped directly from the air without hesitation, hitting and detonating in the crowd, which was very like a suicide plane.

"It's not an airplane. It's like a rocket, like Katyusha, the large Katyusha!" someone shouted. The Soviets are not unfamiliar with rockets, and have long heard of Katyusha who made contributions in the Battle of Kiev. At that time, not only the Soviets appeared in Katyusha, but the large number of rocket launchers purchased by the Germans from copycat companies also became highlights on the battlefield.

The rocket launcher that first caught the eye from the Pioneer Army is no longer a secret weapon for everyone.

"Yes, it's the Rocket!" Someone suddenly realized.

At this time, Stalin was shy when he heard the prompt. He knew more about intelligence. The Soviet intelligence network had long reported that the Germans were developing giant rockets.

"Is this the German giant rocket?" He also swept the terror left on everyone's faces while guessing.

Although the losses have not been counted yet, a few of them have flowed into the pool of blood among the top leaders around him just now, which is a huge loss.

The bombardment of this giant rocket is comparable to the bombardment of a large caliber cannon. People who fall within dozens of meters have no possibility of escaping.

If the explosion had not been a little far from them, and the viewing platform had prepared protective measures before, minimizing the losses they suffered, I am afraid that this attack would have completely collapsed the Soviet Union.

"The soldiers are still holding steel guns and preparing to go to the battlefield! Is the military parade still necessary..." Zhukov, who was sturdy next to him, stood straight in front of Stalin. His figure blocked the light at the exit of most of the bunkers.

"Of course the military parade must continue. None of us can be a shameful deserter!" Stalin said irritably.

He glared at everyone, tidied up his military uniform, held his hat, and was the first to walk out of the secret bunker on the viewing platform. The loud noise was no longer there. The danger had passed, and he was needed to appease the morale of the army and the people at this time.

When he stood on the high viewing platform again, the smoke column and fire ball on the Red Square had already disappeared, leaving only four huge craters, which were shocking.

The wounded around the craters were still being treated. Although there were many new recruits in the army, those who could participate in the parade were selected elites. The army first stabilized and began to suppress the riots.

The crying of ordinary people who were watching had faded. When Stalin walked out, someone even shouted slogans first. The confused and panicked crowd seemed to have found their backbone. Ula's voice and raised arms covered up the riot just now, and the atmosphere became warmer again.

Stalin's majestic voice came from the loudspeakers around him again: "The will of the Soviet people cannot be defeated! We will not be scared by explosions and intimidation. We must return all our hatred and anger to the Germans, and continue to hold high the banner of Sovietism and go to the front line and towards victory!"

The louder Ula sound was raised again, and the soldiers in the parade raised their heads again and walked forward.

But a harsh air defense alarm sounded again, causing the cheers to come to an abrupt end. The crowd on the Red Square was commotion again, and the power of the huge explosion just now was still stirring in my mind. People who were injured and shocked could still see it, and were in danger of being fragile and powerless. People could no longer hold back.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" Stalin's voice in the loudspeaker looked a little pale, and the sharp eyes on his tiny face swept over the senior officials who were also a little turbulent. The senior officials immediately tightened their actions and stood up straight, but they still could not affect the greater commotion caused by the crowd watching the ceremony below looking up at the sky.

Under the same pale and powerless critical strike of the anti-aircraft artillery, the familiar and terrifying spots in the sky appeared again, and rushed towards the Red Square.

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"No more! There is only these for the time being!" Mitsuki spread his hands to Lao Xi regretfully.

Lao Xi also pursed his lips with unfulfilled intentions, raised the secret electricity in his hand excitedly again, and smiled at Jian5: "This kind of missile is great. With just two rounds of attacks, he killed one minister and two generals. It would be great if there were more of this kind."

Of course, the biggest advantage is that the missile attack interrupted the sensational performance of the Soviets. At the moment when the world was focusing on it, they slapped them heavily in the face in public.

He had forgotten at this time that he had been dissatisfied with this expensive disposable consumable, but he regretted that the counterfeit company gave Germany a few of these super weapons this time.

This time, after hearing that the military parade was about to be held in the Red Square, Lao Xi immediately ordered the German air force to break through the Soviet Union and use bombing to flatten the Red Square. However, several confrontations were blocked by the Soviet Union and Russia's more and more fighters. If German planes in other places could still gallop across the country, the Soviet Union's fighter planes were slightly superior in the sky of Moscow.

The new fighter jets produced by the Soviet Union were more equipped with air forces near Moscow.

Because many German bomber groups also participated in ground attacks, the MiG3, which is good at intercepting at high altitudes of more than 5,000 meters, is somewhat useless. They have been forced to stop production and give way to the Il-2 attack aircraft. However, more Jacques-1 and La-3 fighters have become mainstream. Although it is a little worse than the German fighters, its number advantage and costly sacrifice allowed the Soviets to control most of the sky around Moscow.

It was precisely because of the reassurance of Moscow's air supremacy that Stalin had the plan for this military parade, otherwise it would be an international joke.

The Germans increased their air strikes, but the Soviets immediately turned against each other and more planes appeared.

As soon as the 301 factory in Moscow produced a new Jacques-1 fighter jet, the student-level rookie immediately rode on a new mount and rushed into the sky to join the battle.

Jacques-1 has low technical requirements for pilots. As long as the pilot has 30 hours of flight experience, he can control this new fighter with superior mid- and low-altitude performance. Even those rookies with less than 30 hours can gradually become familiar with them in battle and grow into new elites as more rookies' corpses fall.

After more than half a year of hardship, the Soviet Union has grown up with many elites in the army and has fought its own war rhythm.

And Lao Xi already felt the difficulty of fighting on both sides, especially the Air Force.

In this time and space, facing Germany's strength, there are much more volunteers from the United States and other places than in previous lives. Although the results are greater, the consumption of German elite pilots is no less than in previous lives.

The long supply line on the Eastern Front and the fatigued battle also allowed the power accumulated by the German Air Force to be constantly exhausted under the courage of the Soviets. The Soviets could pay no matter how much they were incurred, but the Germans clearly felt it was difficult.

Especially when the new fighter jets of the British and Soviets were equipped with large quantities of equipment and narrowed the gap between the two sides, the sensitive Lao Xi had already felt a hint of crisis.

He began to explore better planes from copycat companies, such as the Hellcat used in China.

In this time and space, Meng Xiang did not intend to sit idly by and watch the oil crisis of the Germans appear, and had moved away a shackle that was pressing on the Germans' heads. The German pilot's shortage was just caused by the serious Germans' rigid control of the new pilot's level.

This time and space are formed by the sufficient fuel and aircraft of German pilots, which are more sufficient, and there is not much crisis yet. Lao Xi's temptation is just to seek more benefits.

Meng Xiang, who strives to squeeze out the profits of every weapon, did not agree easily. In his calculations, even the Germans needed to control them within a controllable range.

The Germans' merits are only suitable for shining in the frontcourt, and the performance moments of China will be followed by.

But Meng Xiang, who was also unhappy with the Soviets, did not completely reject Lao Xi, but recommended v2 and v3 missiles to him. (To be continued)


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