"To hell with Stalin!" A German soldier stood on the carriage of a train, looked at Moscow with smoke billowing in the distance, and muttered quietly.

Underneath him, outside the wagon of the train, a crane had been erected, lifting a huge cannonball and stuffing it into the tail of the train's cannon not far ahead.

Loading a shell, especially a large-caliber shell, is a very troublesome matter, and sometimes it is very tedious to clean the chamber.

The soldiers cleaned the chambers of the fired shells in an orderly manner, waiting for the next shell to be loaded.

The range of the left and right artillery, especially the guns with separate ammunition, is the pitch angle of the gun on the one hand, and the charge on the other.

Piece by piece, the firing charge has been produced for a long time, and the range of the gun can be determined by the number of reloads.

Of course, if necessary, it is possible to exceed the rated charge, occasionally risking a bore, pursuing a long-range attack beyond the theoretical range.

It's just that such an attempt has a certain risk, and if it is not good, it will blow up the chamber, and if it is done well, it will also damage the artillery to a certain extent, such as the wear and tear of the rifling.

Seeing that the charge of the gun was completed, several German soldiers closed the heavy bolts, and the train gun was ready for all the preparations before firing.

Their goal was very clear, that is, to bombard Red Square in the distance with train cannons, and to deal a heavy blow to the Soviets on the spiritual level.

"Correction complete! It's time to fire! A soldier said to the officer in front of him, referring to the previous day's shelling report sent back by the reconnaissance plane.

The officer checked the photograph in his possession and nodded, agreeing to the fire.

"Fire!" The cannon commander gave the order to fire loudly, and the front end of the barrel of the train gun, which towered like a chimney, spewed out a cloud of black smoke in the next second.

A deafening roar followed, which is why everyone covered their ears.

This is a huge cannon of more than 280 mm caliber, and of course every cannon is shaking the ground. Huge shells had to fly at least 30 kilometers and fall near Red Square in Moscow.

The cannonball flew through the sky, then tore through the air around it, and it flew down and upward, but it became slower and slower.

Eventually, unable to overcome gravity, the projectile's ascent finally stalled, and then began to fall diagonally downward.

"Yo...... Woo...... "In the sky, as the cannonballs fell, the sharp sound made everyone bend down and bow their heads involuntarily.

The Soviets had known for a long time that the distinctive screeching sound was a giant cannonball fired by a German train cannon, and the power was amazing.

In the next second, the shell rained down into the sky and hit a building next to Red Square, piercing the ceiling and exterior walls of the building.

Then, with its powerful kinetic energy, the cannonball smashed into the building blocking the way, and then smashed into an open space behind the building.

It took about a second for the explosion to begin to occur, a huge wave of air that shattered half of the building's remaining body, and rubble and broken glass flew everywhere.

A hundred meters away from the center of the explosion, rubble and gravel fell, hitting the steel helmets of Soviet soldiers, crackling and crackling.

It was as if it was raining mud, and many people got up from the ground and dusted off their bodies before they were in the mood to see the explosion.

Immediately a huge crater appeared on the ground, a huge conical crater, and there was still steaming inside.

"Fill it in! We need rubble! Act fast! A Soviet officer pointed to the pit and shouted to his men.

He commanded not soldiers, but old men and women in civilian clothes nearby. They bent over and trembled and used various tools to fill the gravel and rubble into the pit in an attempt to repair the street.

In the distance, on Moscow's Red Square, the Kremlin is already half collapsed, and black smoke is everywhere, as if it were the end of the world.

As the German railway artillery began to join the bombardment of Moscow, Moscow's landmark Kremlin became the focus of attention.

The Germans shelled several shells almost every day, so the situation in the Kremlin was very bad. Khrushchev hardly dared to look at the collapsed parts, as if he did not dare to read the war report.

"The Germans shelled again! This is not Smolensk, and this is not Minsk! This is Moscow! How can you allow the enemy to shell our great Kremlin? Yes? Khrushchev felt the vibrations above his head and shouted at his generals.

The counterattack to drive the Germans out of Moscow failed, and even if it was successful, it could not prevent the Germans from shelling Red Square with train artillery deployed in the back of the suburbs.

"I can only go out for 1 hour a day now, and I can only stay in the basement for safety!" Because he rarely saw sunlight, Khrushchev's face was a sickly pale.

He banged on the table, shouting loudly, the electricity unstable caused by the shaking made the electric light above his head flicker on and off.

Most of the urban areas have been without power and water due to German bombardment and endless shelling, and only a few places still have electricity.

For example, the Kremlin's underground air defense command uses electricity from independent generators. So there's still electricity here, and there's enough fuel to generate electricity.

"Find a way to stop them! If they are allowed to fight like this, Moscow will be in ruins! After saying this, Khrushchev looked at Konev in front of him with an unhappy face.

Konev was also helpless, he could not command the troops to counterattack and push the Germans back 50 kilometers away.

If he could do this, then he would have been a national hero of Russia by now, and would he still have to stand here and listen to Khrushchev's dictations?

Now the war situation is only one way to go, so the only thing left to answer Khrushchev's roar is endless sinking.

Khrushchev also knew that he had no solution other than venting. So he could only let the vibration of the explosion come from above his head, and sat back in his chair.

Another shell flew over a distance of several tens of kilometers and crashed into a building near Red Square in Moscow. The buildings here are so dense that it's hard to miss the shells.

"Boom!" The huge explosion continued, as did Khrushchev's despair......