"Uh......h Woo...... "In Moscow in the middle of the night, Zhukov was woken up by a terrible alarm bell, his secretary had hurried to the living room, and the guards were busy, preparing to protect their target Zhukov from this luxurious room.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Zhukov looked at his men in horror, not frightened by the sudden air raid siren, but countless possibilities for the aftermath of the air raid flashed through his mind.

His carefully planned counterattack plan, and countless intelligence corroborated the current situation of the German army's lack of fuel. This entry point for drawing up the battle plan was now shaken, and even he himself was questioned, not to mention Stalin, who was already suspicious of this information.

How could the German bombers come? Whether the German troops in the north-central theater of operations on the Eastern Front were short of fuel? These questions began to appear in Zhukov's mind and lingered. This made him wonder if the information in his hand was correct, and he began to worry whether Stalin, who was already suspicious, would waver in his plan to fight south.

Was this a means used by the Germans to confuse him and prevent him from going south to join the war, or was it that the Germans had sufficient fuel and launched offensive operations on both the north and the south at the same time? Zhukov felt that his mind was in a mess, and he actually had a sense of powerlessness that was spinning the world.

In the silent night sky, the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery positions were firing frantically, and countless 85-millimeter anti-aircraft guns were desperately firing back. All Soviet soldiers knew that behind them was the capital of their homeland, the Kremlin of the sacrosanct and inviolable leader Stalin.

One after another, anti-aircraft shells were hit into the sky by slender barrels, and then exploded at a set height, illuminating the scenery around the sky, and then all the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery units were horrified to see that those dense German bombers flew higher than the set explosion altitude of Soviet anti-aircraft artillery shells.

The Germans did not seem to have the intention of dropping their bombs at a lower altitude, so most of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns could not pose a threat to the German bomber groups, and over Moscow, German planes began to open the bomb bays and drop the bombs one after another.

The bombs whistled down in the thin air, with a whistling sound, and rushed to the ground more than 10,000 meters away. The fuses of these bombs then hit a hard building or ground, immediately igniting the explosives inside the bombs, causing a huge and powerful explosion.

"Boom!" a bomb exploded on the edge of the city of Moscow, but the loud sound reached Marshal Zhukov's room, and the secretary pulled Zhukov's sleeve and helped Zhukov out of his quarters, surrounded by several guards.

When they walked out of the room, a second bomb had already exploded in the distance, and the sky on the edge of Moscow was illuminated by the flames of the explosion, and the figures of some tall buildings could be clearly seen standing in the flames. Zhukov never dreamed of such a scene, and such a thing as Moscow being attacked by the enemy was no different from the Arabian Nights.

"My ......" ignored the approaching German bombers above his head, and when Zhukov, supported by guards and assistants, walked around the courtyard to the nearby bomb shelter, he looked at the fire in the distance and exclaimed, this night is destined to be remembered by many people, this is the first time that the Germans bombed Moscow in the whole war.

It seems that the problem of bombing accuracy was not taken into account at all, because Moscow was indeed large enough that most of the bombs dropped by the German army at an altitude of 10,000 meters could fall into the urban area of Moscow, and the German planes did not drop altitude at all, they were only responsible for dropping bombs, and did not think about where their bombs ended up.

Zhukov was carried to the entrance of the dugout, where two soldiers with submachine guns stepped forward to help, and got Zhukov into the safety of the dugout, at this time the bombs of German planes began to fall on the streets and alleys of Moscow on a large scale, and there were fires and explosions everywhere.

The earth trembled from the explosion, and Zhukov looked at the ceiling above him, the chandelier above it swaying slightly in the tremors. The dim lighting made the entire bomb shelter look like a ghost domain, and Zhukov watched his shadow sway on the wall, feeling that the strategy of attacking south this time was really uncertain.

He was worried that the German army had really reserved fuel for Army A and Army F, and if this was the case, then the Soviet troops going south would be encircled and eaten, which could be said to be the last main field force of the Soviet Union.

What worries him even more is that this unexplained "unreasonable hand" will make Stalin misjudge the strategic intentions of the German army. As soon as Stalin changed the strategic direction of the German army from the Caucasus to the wrong Moscow, then the loss of the Baku oil fields by the Soviets would become inevitable, and this was the most fatal problem.

Zhukov really wanted to meet the generals who commanded the German troops opposite him, not from the photographs, but from the pictures, but face to face, sitting together, chatting and seeing what each other really thought in their hearts. He sensed the mastery of the other party's mental tricks, and he had been so confused by the repeated deception of the Germans that he could not and did not want to discern the true intentions of the German army.

Virtuality, reality and reality are repeated repeatedly, and when used in advantageous situations, it can really play a role in making people unguardable. Zhukov could even imagine that Stalin would summon him early tomorrow morning, even an hour after the German bombers had flown away, to discuss with him the risks of the Soviet army moving south.

But now, he still has to endure, endure the mental devastation caused by the bombs dropped by German bombers and the explosions on the streets of the capital Moscow. An orthodox soldier, a general whose mission is to defend the country's security, will burst out with an infinite sense of shame when the capital is attacked by the enemy, and this feeling will always linger in his heart, and it will only be healed after he has personally entered the enemy's capital.

Sure enough, at dawn the next day, Stalin sent someone to demand that Zhukov rush to the Kremlin immediately. On the way to the Kremlin, Zhukov saw a German bomber that had been destroyed and fell, and he was impressed by the huge fuselage, at least the Soviets were not capable of building such a sophisticated long-range bomber now.

In the distance, the wreckage of the German plane was more of a burning Soviet building, and Moscow was bombed by the enemy for the first time in history, and although the damage was not large, it was really shocking. The streets and alleys were full of people talking about the Germans coming, and the soldiers under martial law stood guard everywhere, which shrouded the city in an atmosphere of tense terror.

Sure enough, as soon as they met, Stalin asked Zhukov about the lack of fuel in the German army. Moreover, it sounded a bad tone, and it was quite a bit of a posture of asking the guilt: "Comrade Zhukov, didn't you say that there was a problem with the fuel reserves of the German army? Yesterday, just last night, Moscow was bombed on a large scale! The Germans dispatched about 70 planes. ”

He slapped the table as he spoke: "To be able to dispatch a bomber formation of this size, you still dare to say that the Germans are short of fuel? What should I do if your troops go south on a large scale, and the Germans attack Moscow, or go south to flank your troops?"

Zhukov looked at Stalin helplessly, if he knew what to do, he would have spoken a long time ago, and there was no need for Stalin to ask him personally. In this case, there is no difference from gambling, if you win the bet, of course everyone is happy, but if you lose the bet, you are the sinner of the nation-state, who bears this name?

"Comrade Stalin, the campaign plan I have put forward is also drawn up on the basis of all the available intelligence information, and now there are some more variables, which makes the original plan of action appear some unknown risks. "Zhukov can be so favored under such a fickle leader as Stalin, and naturally he has his way. Plucking himself first and then thinking about other things is one of Zhukov's great masteries.

Sure enough, Stalin fell silent, and even yesterday he felt that he was facing a golden opportunity, until a bombing in the night made him so scrupled. So he felt that all this really couldn't be blamed entirely on Zhukov's lack of consideration, but because of the passage of time, new changes have occurred.

Thinking of this, Stalin walked up to Zhukov's side and signaled that his confidant would not need to be so nervous. After pacifying Zhukov, he said softly and slowly to the Soviet marshal: "Since the enemy opposite us has changed, then we should not act too aggressively. Preparations for the southward journey will be halted for the time being, and everything must be carried out according to the original plan. ”

Zhukov was already prepared for such a situation on the way here, and he quickly stood upright and said to Stalin: "Yes! Great leader, Comrade Stalin! I will strengthen the defenses in the direction of Moscow and prevent a sudden attack by the German army on Moscow." ”

Obviously, Stalin was very satisfied with Zhukov's performance and this answer, and at this time he seemed to be able to feel that his power could still control the whole country. He reveled in the obedience and fear of his subordinates, which made him appreciate the beauty of power.

"Go!" Stalin finally asked Zhukov to leave his office: "Report to me at any time if there is a new situation!"

"Yes!" Zhukov saluted and withdrew.