Chapter 116: Blood Valentine's Day in the Three World Wars (I)

February 14, 1947, is Valentine's Day on the Gregorian calendar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, in the cruel context of the full-scale outbreak of the Third World War, the collective plunge of all mankind into the war, and the absence of any neutral countries, even this festival, which is supposed to be filled with chocolate, roses, brilliant fireworks and romantic love, is also dyed with a gruesome layer of blood......

-- On this bloody Valentine's Day, the United States launched a strategic nuclear counterattack against the Soviet mainland, except for the Middle East because the voyage from the US mainland is too long, and the warships carrying atomic bombs are still floating at sea and have not yet arrived at the front-line airfields in the Persian Gulf, so they cannot act at the same time. The American strategic bomber groups in Iceland and Alaska were ready to strike on time with atomic bombs, one east and one west, and went straight to the Soviet mainland!

At noon on 14 February on the Kamchatka Peninsula, 225 B-29 "Super Flying Fortress" strategic long-range bombers departed from the US Air Force base in Holland Port, the capital of the Aleutian Islands, south of Alaska, carrying four atomic bombs and a large number of incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs, flew westward across the Bering Sea, crossed the International Date Line, and launched a surprise attack on the Soviet Far East!

As the capital of the Kamchatka Peninsula, the port of Petropavlovsk naturally bore the brunt. In Northeast Asia, which is vast and sparsely populated and full of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of uninhabited land, even a superpower like the Soviet Union cannot arrange its air defense system to be airtight. It is even more unlikely that too many anti-aircraft guns and aviation will be deployed in a place like Kamchatka, far from the flames of the European land war and frozen for most of the year - the logistical capabilities cannot keep up.

Therefore, even though the early warning radar on the hill by the sea and the reconnaissance satellite of the Doraemon plane had already sent the warning half an hour in advance, there were still very few Soviet fighters in the port of Petropavlovsk that could take off in time to meet the enemy -- considering that the planes deployed in Kamchatka were outdated and old goods, the pilots were third-rate rookies, and the laziness that would inevitably come with a long period of peace, it would have been good to have fighter planes take off to meet them. In the menacing, powerful, and durable American B-29 "Super Flying Fortress" strategic bomber, this resistance is really a drop in the bucket.

So, in the blank eyes of those Soviets on the ground, a thick black and hard atomic bomb was dropped from the belly of the plane, and then exploded in the air!

The next moment, the atomic bomb exploded at an altitude of 200 meters above the ground, forming a large fireball with a diameter of more than 30 meters. People on the ground felt nothing but a dazzling white light that they had never seen before, a scorching heat comparable to the surface of the sun, and a shock wave that surpassed that of a super hurricane. In an instant, it swept through the small urban area of Petropavlovsk, and the entire port of Petropavlovsk was razed to the ground and set on fire......

Although the heat generated by the detonation of the atomic bomb lasted only a fraction of a second, the temperature was almost 300,000 degrees Celsius! The granite within a radius of 300 meters melts instantly. The roof tiles at a longer distance have also softened, turning into a lump of black or brown sticky, like heated asphalt. Anyone who came close to the heart of the explosion was burned to ashes in that instant, and those who were a little farther away were charred or burned blind...... Farther afield, some people did not die immediately in the flash of the nuclear explosion, but when they regained consciousness, they found that the buildings around them were gone, leaving only an endless body of rubble. And their clothes were burned to shreds, and even their skin was detached from their bodies, just staggering and barely hanging, which was terrifying.

-- Outside of the area of absolute death, where no life is left near the heart of the explosion, houses are collapsing like dollhouses that have been kicked hard in the flying of bricks and beams. Within five kilometers of the blast, most of the houses were razed as if they were made of cardboard. Those in the house died on the spot, some survived by some miracle, but were also surrounded by flames and smoke. Even the few who struggle to break through the fire and reach the land of peace will die within twenty days due to severe radiation damage.

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What's going on? How did you end up in this embarrassing situation?

Second Lieutenant Rezenov, who served as a prisoner of war camp guard in the port of Petropavlovsk, clutched his bleeding forehead and struggled to get out of a pile of falling snow that almost buried him alive...... In fact, until now, he hadn't figured out what had just happened.

- Just as he was sent to Kamchatka on the eve of the outbreak of the Soviet-German war, and thus missed the whole of World War II. This time, when the US bomber group bombed the port of Petropavlovsk, he also happened to take leave to dig ice and fish in the field for recreation, so he escaped.

In this day and age, it is naturally impossible to have such a thing as a mobile phone, and it is impossible for Ensign Rezenov, who came out on leave alone, to dig ice and fish while carrying a heavy individual radio station...... As a result, when the sound of air raid sirens, sharp enough to burst the eardrums of pedestrians, echoed through the streets of the port of Petropavlovsk, Second Lieutenant Rezenov, who was standing on the bank of a frozen creek more than a dozen kilometers away, remained unaware of the sudden change.

As a result, it was not until there was a roar of aircraft engines in the sky, as well as the sound of the firing of anti-aircraft guns on the ground in the distance, that Ensign Rezenov vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong, and quickly packed up his things from the river to prepare to return to the team......

Fortunately, the snow covering Ensign Rezenov's body was not too thick, and he did not faint at the first time, but struggled to climb out, although his brain was concussed and confused, he still couldn't think rationally, but he could at least confirm that something bad must have happened!

Could it be that the top of the mountain was bombed by an enemy plane, which caused an avalanche, so that it rolled to the bottom of the slope and was almost buried in the snow?

But it's still far from the city and the barracks, and I didn't see any planes overhead!

Thinking so in a daze, he picked up a branch to use as a crutch, limped to the top of the slope, and then saw a shocking scene: a bright mushroom cloud that pierced the sky and the earth was rising from the direction of the port of Petropavlovsk!

The scene beneath the mushroom cloud was reminiscent of a pot of boiling asphalt, and he could not think of a more appropriate metaphor to describe it. The city and the port were out of sight, turning into a billowing cloud of black smoke with a layer of water vapor formed by the evaporation of the snow.

Suddenly, Second Lieutenant Rezenov sat down in the snow with a "snap", and there was only one thought left in his mind: war...... It's finally here!

And, from the very beginning, in the most terrifying form of a nuclear explosion!

Then he couldn't help crying: "...... Tell me...... This is not true...... My God...... It's not really ......"

In the wind of snowflakes and radioactive dust, Ensign Rezenov, with tears in his eyes, staggered towards the mushroom cloud that had not yet dissipated, and made his way to the ruined city, wanting to see for himself what was going on in the prisoner of war camp and the city.

Although he knew that the further he went, the more dangerous it became, the obsession in his heart still urged him to go back there as soon as possible

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It was not until it was dark that Ensign Rezenov stumbled back to the prisoner of war camp where he served.

Although the days are short and the nights are long on the Kamchatka Peninsula in winter, and the nights come early, Second Lieutenant Rezenov does not have to worry about the lighting of the night walk. Because the explosion of the atomic bomb not only destroyed the city of Petropavlovsk, but also the accompanying heat wave ignited the nearby forests, causing a terrible mountain fire, which reflected the night sky red, and then the light of the fire was reflected on the snow, and for a time it was as bright as day......

Fortunately, because there was still some distance from the city and a little further away from the heart of the American atomic bomb, the prisoner of war camp on the outskirts of Petropavlovsk was not directly burned to ashes by the light radiation of the nuclear explosion. But the wooden huts in the camp, which were not strong enough, were blown down by the shock wave of the nuclear explosion, and the wooden fence and barbed wire outside the camp were also turned into a mess of garbage. There were also a lot of black radioactive dust and ashes, which floated down from the air one after another, and sprinkled in the white snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, in the billowing flames and thick smoke, you can faintly see that among the ruins of the prisoner of war camp, there are many corpses scattered all over the place - because they are still far from the center of the explosion, they are basically not directly burned to death by the flash of the nuclear explosion, but mainly by the collapsed houses and walls.

There were many more who survived, wandering blankly among the rubble and in the snow with dazed and sluggish expressions - half a day later, many of the surviving Petropavlovsk citizens had already emerged from the rubble of the city and fled aimlessly towards the outskirts. A large part of them slowly came along the road to the vicinity of the prisoner of war camp. In the shadowy firelight, you can see that many people's hair has been burned off, their skin has been burned black, their clothes have been burned into strips of rotten cloth, and their bodies are covered with shocking blood, but they are still in the wind and snow of more than ten degrees below zero, swaying around like sleepwalkers, until they fall to the ground without warning, and can no longer get up......

But there are still some people who stay awake and try to do something to help others. Outside the door of the prisoner of war camp, Second Lieutenant Rezenov saw Viktor, a newly enlisted recruit, who had half his face burned and walked with a limp. But he struggled to find food, fuel and cooking utensils from the rubble, and cooked a large pot of hot porridge to distribute to the citizens who had come to take refuge to feed their hunger. The prisoner of war camp medic also survived, setting up tents next to a pile of burning wooden huts and using some salvaged medicines and equipment to discredit the wounded.

Some of the Americans in the POW camp survived, helping each other out from under the rubble, and then crouched beside the collapsed barracks, but they didn't dare to run away or know what to do - although there were no guards to stop them from leaving, the harsh nature of Northeast Asia was itself the best jailer, and none of them were confident that they would survive alone in the winter Kamchatka wilderness.

So, when more and more surviving Soviet citizens poured in from the city, these Yankees became the target of anger, and they were thrown into the crowd by angry hairy men or Russian aunts, and even those blonde girls who looked as slender and delicate as canaries would crowd into the crowd, pounce on them, punch and kick them, and make the American prisoners of war scream...... In the midst of the burning fire, Ensign Rezenov recognized an American prisoner of war named Cecil, who could speak a few words of Russian and was handsome, but at this time he was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen, and his head was swollen like a pig's head.

As the administrator of the prisoner of war camp, Ensign Rezenov seemed to have a duty to stop the atrocities of the citizens against the prisoners of war, but at this moment, he was already tired and cold, and he only felt exhausted and did not bother to do anything. So, after only a few glances at the beaten prisoners of war, he turned away, sat down on a rock, took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and took one out of his mouth. He took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spit out a smoke ring. Then he held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers and looked at the fires and the ruined city in a daze.

Over the past countless days and nights, Ensign Rezenov has complained many times that he has no way to vent his grievances, and he is infinitely bored with this boring life away from war...... But when the flames of war finally reached Kamchatka, he realized that this was definitely not the war of his dreams!

Has the current war become like this? There are no long bugles, rapid drum beats, passionate war songs and high-pitched shouts, no hand-to-hand combat with blood and sweat, no passion and glory that can make people's blood boil, only destruction and death that make people infinitely desperate.

For a professional soldier like him, this kind of war ...... But it's really ...... It's unexciting!

Under the night sky of Kamchatka, which was reddened by the firelight, Second Lieutenant Rezenov smiled bitterly and once again spat out a wistful smoke ring......

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When the first American B-29 "Super Flying Fortress" strategic bomber carrying an atomic bomb completed its bomb drop in the port of Petropavlovsk at the southern tip of the Kamchatka Peninsula and turned around and returned to Alaska in victory. The remaining fleet still did not finish its mission, but continued to advance along the Kuril Islands at full speed towards Vladivostok, the largest city in the Soviet Far East - this is the key target of this nuclear strike!

-- If you compare the target value of Vladivostok with Petropavlovsk, it is like gold compared to black iron.

However, the bombing was not destined to go well, and the previous air strikes on Petropavlovsk had given the Soviets enough time to give warning. When the US B-29 strategic bomber group had just flown over the Kamchatka Peninsula and was flying over the Sea of Okhotsk, it was intercepted by Soviet fighters and Japanese planes taking off from Hokkaido -- because there were reconnaissance satellites in the air to keep a close watch at all times, no matter how the US military scattered the group, changed its course, or played any tricks, it could not get rid of the enemy's pursuit and interception, and could only keep fighting hard and hard.

As a result, the huge B-29 strategic bomber group is like a herd of wild horses that are constantly hunted by steppe wolves, and they are beaten less and less along the way, and some turn back halfway because of oil leaks or breakdowns. By the time the Sea of Okhotsk was successfully crossed, there were only about one hundred and twenty aircraft left in the entire fleet.

But the next voyage is even more difficult, because Sakhalin and the Strait of Tatar, which are famous for their thick fog all year round, and although American meteorologists predict that Sakhalin Island should be sunny today, the harsh reality is otherwise...... As a result, the B-29 strategic bomber group plunged into the fog with the Soviet fighters who came to intercept it, and continued to engage in a blindfolded dark brawl in the dense fog. A considerable number of planes were shot down or lost, and even some particularly unlucky B-29 bombers actually collided with each other.

All in all, the entire group of American strategic bombers completely dispersed in the dense fog that stretched for nearly 1,000 kilometers over Sakhalin. One of the B-29 strategic bombers, carrying nuclear bombs, was shot down over the Tatar Strait and sank to the bottom of the sea with the nuclear bombs before they could drop their bombs. Another B-29 strategic bomber carrying a nuclear bomb panicked in the confusion and threw the nuclear bomb on the plane in the uninhabited forest of Sakhalin...... The last B-29 strategic bomber carrying a nuclear bomb finally managed to break out of the fog-shrouded range with bullet holes all over its body, and continued to fly westward over the Sea of Japan, but the crew had completely lost their sense of direction, and they couldn't figure out where they drove the plane, and they were also separated from other bombers......

It took several days for the United States to confirm that the target of their nuclear explosion was actually the port of Cheongjin in northeastern North Korea......

-- So far, China, Japan, and North Korea in Northeast Asia have not missed a single one, and all of them have tasted the cruelty of being bombed by nuclear bombings and planting the sun before and after World War III. It can really be said that they share blessings and hardships, and they are really worthy of being good brothers who stand under the red flag together and walk side by side towards the big socialist family.

On this day, the Soviet Union and the DPRK suffered a total of three atomic bombs, lost 205 aircraft, 11 military ships, and nearly 300,000 casualties. In particular, the Soviet Union suffered a nuclear bomb for the first time since the beginning of the war, which was a huge blow to the morale and morale of the military.

The United States was also forced to pay a rather heavy price for this nuclear strike -- of the 225 B-29 "Super Flying Fortress" strategic long-range bombers that took off from the Aleutian Islands, only 45 of them successfully returned home, and 11 of them were seriously damaged and were forced to be scrapped on the spot after returning home, and more than 2,000 crew members were killed or wounded or captured.

Of course, compared to a little later on the same day, such a small scene on the Far Eastern front that took off from the bases in Iceland and nuclear bombed the European part of the Soviet Union is not worth mentioning...... (To be continued.) )