Weapon performance is important.

It is not wrong to say that the ultimate factor in determining the victory of a war is not one or two weapons, but people, but if the performance of the weapons is at a disadvantage, then the winning side needs to pay a greater price and have more sacrifices.

And with the gradual development of technology, the chances of the weaker side winning are becoming more and more slim.

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

This gap is reflected in the current battle.

The wooden MiG-3 was slashed off by the metal propeller of the F190 fighter, and when the propeller came into contact with the vertical tail, several sparks came out, but the vertical tail was still broken.

Having lost the rudder in the tail, the MiG-3 suddenly became uncontrollable, and just after the F190 had already flown away, Pokryshkin tried to operate the plane, but his plane still tumbled and fell downward.

Pokryshkin had no choice, he struggled to climb out of the cabin, the canopy above his head had been broken, and after several efforts, he finally climbed out.

At this time, the altitude had been reduced to seven thousand meters, and Pokryshkin, who was blown cold by the cold wind, jumped.

And at the same time that Pokryshkin was eliminated, his wingman Kara Riksin, who was not too lucky, was chased by another F190 and had to abandon the attack on the bomber force and dived downwards instead, and when Merritt's plane killed his long plane and came to help, his end was almost doomed.

In front of the huge German fleet, one or two Soviet fighters were simply mantis arms as cars.

The destruction of Petersburg is just around the corner.

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

If the task of retreat had been given yesterday, it would have been possible to evacuate all the citizens in a day's time, relying on the strong leadership of the Soviet government.

But the order to retreat was not given.

Wouldn't the whole world, the city born of the October Revolution, be retreated by a mere word of intimidation from the Germans?

The Soviets will not back down, the Soviets are neither France nor England, the Soviets are sacred and invincible.

The constant arrival of high-altitude fighters reassured the people of the city a little, but the destruction of the air base so quickly disrupted all the plans, and the German bombers were in front of them, and they had to retreat quickly.

The retreat of the whole city was chaotic and disorderly.

The streets were crowded with people, cars couldn't get through at all, and at the intersection, even if the person in charge of the command shouted through his throat, he still couldn't clear it.

And on the various piers, there were countless panics, the crowd looked at the arriving steamer, and before they could get ashore, they couldn't wait to jump on it, countless people were squeezed into the water, swimming desperately, and the people who couldn't do the water were already struggling on the water, but no one went to save him.

The Germans want to destroy the city, but they are not talking about it, and it is less than fifteen minutes before the deadline set by the Germans!

Petersburg Conservatory.

According to Stalin's guidance, although ordinary citizens were not evacuated, since yesterday the evacuation of important industries, universities in Petersburg, has begun.

Stalin was also a big student, and for the Soviets, the brilliant minds of university students were urgently needed in the Great Patriotic War, and they had to flood all kinds of scientific research institutions to contribute to the Great Patriotic War, and when necessary, they could also take up arms and go to the front.

However, not all people have been evacuated, and some people are unwilling to leave.

For example, the young man who was now in a music classroom, playing with full attention on a piano, did not leave as requested.

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

He was not tall, with a pointed nose and a pair of black glasses on it, and he looked so artistic, and his slender ten fingers fell on the black and white buttons.

Then, the music sounded, simple notes, beating on his fingers, the keys were flying, and his thoughts were also flying.

In front of his eyes, it seemed to show a magnificent scene, countless German tanks were charging, crushing, and ravaging his homeland, and in this battle, countless stories emerged.

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

This piano piece, which appears in four parts, begins with a long depiction of the tranquility before the war, and then suddenly shatters the dream of peace, and then there are memories, memories of peace, memories of happiness.

Next, it is the most soothing, as if showing a deep love for one's country and land.

And in the end, it's definitely a victory! The Soviets were bound to win!

"Shostakovich, don't be any longer, the German bombers are about to reach our heads, you must leave at once! Quick, follow me! ”

Before the fourth section of the piece began, the musician Shostakovich, who was sitting here, was interrupted, and he looked up at the person who was running briskly, his mentor, the pianist Nikolaev.

"Teacher, I am composing a Symphony No. 7 in the key of C, and I want to dedicate this piece to our heroic city, to encourage our people, to overcome everything and achieve victory." Shostakovich said.

"Then you have to have a life." Nikolaev said: "Now the order has been given to the whole city to retreat, let's go." ”

Originally, this morning, Nikolaev had already left with the last train, but he found that his most proud protégé had been left behind, so he rushed back himself.

As soon as 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'll be too late." Nikolaev said anxiously.

"Even if you go, will it be too late?" "Since we can't leave, why don't we immerse ourselves in the world of music and continue our creations," Shostakovich said. ”

Shostakovich's fingers were put on the piano again, and now it was time for the final chapter of the composition, and the content of this chapter was victory.

A light tune flowed out of his hand.

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