"The direction xxx, the course xxx, the height is 9,000 meters, everything is normal." A standard Beijing film report reached Tian Yuchen's ears sitting in the passenger seat. He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the cockpit. The sky was already dark, and there were stars in the sky, and a crescent moon hung obliquely in the air.

"How far is it from the Krasnoyarsk Fortress?" Tian Yuchen turned around and asked the Beijing Navigator sitting behind him.

"Sir, we will be less than 100 kilometers away. We will be there in 15 minutes."

"There are 15 minutes left," Tian Yuchen raised his wrist and looked at the time, took a deep breath, and smiled as if he was self-deprecating: "In another quarter of an hour, we will leave a name in history... I'm afraid it will be awesome for thousands of years!"

"Sir, I will not be infatuated for thousands of years. Our brave generals are here forever!" Lin Miichiro, the co-pilot who was flying the plane, took over the topic and said seriously. His current dress is also very interesting. He has a large "Zuo Qinghui" medal on his chest. He does not wear a flying hat on his head, but a white cloth strip is tied with a brush on the cloth strip. The Chinese characters "Zuo Ming Daming God" are written on it - no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a normal person.

"What a Japanese madman!" Tian Yuchen muttered in his heart. I don't know if he really admired Chang Ruiqing or showed loyalty out of fear. Now "Japanese madman" like Lin Miichiro in the National Defense Forces is not uncommon. Most of these people are Japanese from Far East Prefecture, and were beaten by the Chinese National Defense Forces in 23 years. Later, because of the "Tokyo Earthquake", Chang Ruiqing was regarded as a god or descendant of the god, and invented a god's name. Lin Miichiro's whole family is a believer of "Zuo Ming God". It is said that there is also a beautiful 17-year-old sister who doesn't know what path to go. After entering the Prime Minister's Office's Guards - in fact, she is just a maid, and she probably has to be ready to sleep with Prime Minister Chang at any time! Fortunately, Lin Miichiro still regards this kind of thing as something extremely glorious and often talks about it.

But it would be a big mistake for anyone who thinks that Lin Miichiro became a major in the Air Force because of his sister's glory. Not to mention that her girl is not very familiar with Prime Minister Chang, even if it has something to do, Chang Ruiqing would not take care of Lin Miichiro. Lin Mi was able to become a lieutenant colonel at the age of 25 and earned it from the battlefield entirely by outstanding flight skills. And it was one of the few pilots in the National Defense Force who had played dive bombings on the battlefield by flying a super-large "dive bomber" like the He-177. A few months ago, he had used this kind of aircraft to bomb an armored fortress in Krasnoyarsk. It was originally a horizontal bombing mission. But this man didn't know what medicine he took, and suddenly played dive bombings, which resulted in the plane he was flying being scarred by the high-fire firepower of the Soviets...

"General, there are still twenty kilometers. It is expected to reach the target in five minutes!" The navigator's voice sounded again.

"Fighting Alert." Tian Yuchen took another breath. He spat out four words calmly, then pressed the red button, and a red light flashed in the cabin. Then he ordered: "Open the delay detonation device of the nuclear bomb."

The bomb dropper left his seat and walked into the bomb bay behind the cockpit. On the ordinary model of the H-7 aircraft, the bomb bay was not behind the cabin, but in order to drop a huge nuclear bomb, the cabin layout and offensive redesign of the H-7 H-H heavy bomber, the bomb bay was very large, occupying almost half of the fuselage, but there was only one bomb in the large bomb bay. The delayed detonation device had been set long ago. The bomb dropper only needed to unplug a red safety latch on the nuclear bomb. The whole process was only a few minutes. When the bomb dropper returned to the cockpit, the nuclear bomb had entered the countdown to the explosion.

"Open the bomb drop hatch door." Tian Yuchen had already started flying the plane himself. When he heard the bomb dropper coming in, he gave another order.

The bomb dropper pulled the joystick, and the door of the bomb cabin slowly opened. Lin Yaichiro, who was the co-pilot, started counting down: "200, 199, 198, 197, 196..."

It was only more than three minutes before the nuclear bomb exploded, and the air in the cabin became extremely tense and depressed. Everyone held their breath and pricked their ears waiting for the order to drop the bomb. Tian Yuchen looked below and the originally dark night sky was suddenly illuminated by dozens of flares with dazzling light. These were the flares dropped by three ju.88 bombers.

"Arriving above the target!" The navigator suddenly shouted: "The Soviet fortress is at 11 o'clock!"

Tian Yuchen turned the operating rod slightly and aimed the plane at the hazy building on the ground in the distance that looked like a hill, slowing down the speed and flying slowly.

Boom boom boom boom...

As soon as the plane approached, small spots of light appeared on the ground, which were fire from the Soviet Red Army.

"Okay! Stay! Stay! That's it..." The bomb dropper's voice rang again: "Drop the bomb, release it!"

With the word "release" exit, the bomb dropper pushed the switch in his hand suddenly, and everyone in the cabin felt the fuselage suddenly lifting upwards. Tian Yuchen knew that the nuclear fission bomb had been thrown out of the airport!

"There are 52 seconds left!" Lin Yaichiro turned on the communicator and shouted loudly: "Hurry, get out of here quickly!

Tian Yuchen pushed the operating lever hard and increased the accelerator of the aircraft to the maximum. Four 1,700-horsepower air-cooled engines roared, and the aircraft suddenly began to accelerate. This was the sound of the captain of the other three ju.88 bombers coming from the communicator.

"Nighthawk 1, speed 610, direction northeast, height 3800, is disengaging at full speed!"

"Nighthawk 2, speed 608, southeast direction, height 4000, full speed is being disengaged!"

"Nighthawk 3, speed 612, direction is south, height 3900, full speed is off..."

Tian Yuchen slightly pressed down the nose of the aircraft and let the H-7 aircraft dive at a 30-degree angle. Then he put on the radiation-proof sunglasses and turned his head to Lin Miichiro and said, "Brother Lin Mi, let's start running now!"

Lin Yaichiro did not answer, he was still counting in an extremely calm tone: "50, 49, 48, 46..."

...

"What? The Chinese army in front of the 608th Regiment has retreated? Can it be confirmed? It has occupied the frontier positions of the Chinese army in front of the 608th?"

"The 607th Regiment also occupied the frontier positions of the Chinese army in front of him? There was no annihilation of the enemy and no battles occurred. Did the Chinese army retreat voluntarily?"

"I found the wreckage of two Chinese bombers, one of which is the J-4e, and the engine on it is basically intact? It's so good. I'll take the engine off and send it to the fortress immediately."

"The reconnaissance forces contacted the guerrillas on the south side of the railway? They had photos of the Chinese army massacred civilians? OK! That's great. I immediately asked them to send someone to send the photos and negatives. These are ironclad evidence to sue Mao ZD and Chang Ruiqing in the future!"

The Soviet staff in the Krasnoyarsk Fortress did not know that there was an atomic bomb above their heads and was about to explode in a few dozen seconds. At this time, they were still in contact with the troops in front. Although they were bombed for several hours during the day, more than a thousand Red Army soldiers sacrificed their lives for the country and were harassed by Chinese planes after dark. However, there were still a few good news to report to Moscow. The first thing was to occupy several trenches at the forefront of the Chinese army. Although the Chinese army voluntarily gave up, they finally recovered a little lost ground. After this news was magnified by the propaganda department.

It may turn into a great victory! Secondly, I picked up a pretty intact aircraft engine from an aircraft that crashed during the daytime air raid. It can be sent to the rear for engineering and technical personnel to copy it. It may narrow the gap between the Soviet aviation industry and the world's advanced level; the third good news is that I have mastered the ironclad evidence of the Chinese invaders massacre of the Soviet people in the occupied areas! These evidences can now tear off the mask of democratic constitutionalism of the Greater China Federation, so that peace-loving people all over the world can see the true face of Chinese imperialism, and can still be used as evidence to judge war criminals after the victory of the world revolution in the future...

Hearing good news, Belov, who was sitting in the war room, had a deep face, without a trace of joy. He was trying hard to calculate the possibility of the fortress offensive and defensive battle in his mind. A huge map of one in 25,000 was unfolded in front of him, filled with troops' numbers and various marks symbolizing fortifications. Huaseylevsky lay on the map and marked the latest changes in the battle situation.

"Comrade Commander. Why do you think the Chinese army gave up their frontier positions?" Huasilevsky put down the red and blue pencils in his hand and asked Bellov in a low voice.

"I don't know. I can't say..." As soon as Bellov said this, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled violently, as if a magnitude 8 earthquake suddenly occurred. Everything or people in the bunker were pushed to the ground by an indescribable force in an instant, followed by a huge explosion sounded in everyone's ears, as if the end of the world was coming! All the lighting bulbs in the bunker shattered at the same time, and the entire bunker fell into darkness in an instant. Even the Eastern Front staff, who had been through the battle formation, could not help but scream! This explosion seemed unprecedentedly fierce, completely beyond everyone's imagination!

Before the vibration of the ground had stopped, Belov crawled to the place where the phone was originally placed. The rubber wood phone had been shaken to the ground. Belov quickly found the phone on the ground, picked it up and dialed it a few times, trying to connect with the front line troops and the upper garrison team of the fortress, to figure out what was going on? But after dialing for a long time, there was no reply.

With a click, a flame suddenly flashed in the darkness. Bellov turned his head and looked at it. A big face with a big mouth full of horror was illuminated by the flames. After careful consideration, it turned out to be Vasilevsky.

"I can't contact the outside world!" Belov waved the telephone receiver in his hand and shouted at Huaseylevsky: "Even the upper garrison troops in the fortress cannot be contacted, we may..."

"Air strike! Nuclear fission bomb!!" Huasilevsky suddenly screamed, staggered up, and ran out of the combat room while fumbled. The passage outside was still pitch black. Huasilevsky felt that something was being stepped on by himself from time to time and fell from somewhere. At this time, the ground no longer shook violently, but it was still trembling slightly. The loud noise seemed to stop, and only people were hearing people shouting at the top of their throats from time to time.

“Report the loss!”

"Oh my God, what the hell happened?"

"Is it an earthquake?"

"Is anyone there? Save me, I'm suppressed by something..."

Huasilevsky took a photo with the lighter in his hand and saw a large cabinet lying on the ground. There was a person underneath it. It was Lieutenant General Tolbuhin, the commander of Krasnoyarsk Fortress. Huasilevsky threw away the burning lighter and grabbed a staff officer who was like a headless fly. He helped up the cabinet and rescued the commander of the fortress.

"Fedor, you are not injured, are you?" Vasilevsky asked, pulling Tolbuhin, who had just gotten up from the ground.

"It's okay. I'm fine, but this fortress may be in trouble!" Torbuhin replied loudly, his voice suddenly became very frightened: "No, Comrade Chief of Staff. The temperature here seems to be a little high! Now. Siberia is winter now!"

Huasilevsky also felt something was wrong. The temperature around him rose very quickly, and it seemed that he had suddenly entered the hot summer from the cold winter. This situation was extremely unusual and it might mean that somewhere was burning! Huasilevsky photographed Tolbuxin and asked, "Fedor, is it possible to restore the lighting? Nothing can be seen..." At this time, the lighter had run out of fuel and was extinguished.

"Commander, there is a kerosene lamp here." I don't know who handed Tolbuxin a kerosene lamp. The glass cover was broken. But it did not affect the use. Tolbuxin took out a lighter and lit the oil lamp. Then the dim light looked around. The aisle was in a mess, and all the things hanging on the wall fell down, and there was also broken glass on the ground, which seemed to have been shattered!

"Let's go to the upper floor to have a look." Vasilevsky pulled Tolbuxin, who was a little dazed, and walked along the walkway towards the stairs.

...

"Father, Father! Wake up quickly!" Trotsky was awakened by his son's rapid and stiff voice from his sweet sleep. It was just one pm in Moscow, not the time for a long sleep, but the great leader of the world revolution is now accustomed to working at night, sleeping after dawn, and usually get up at two or three pm to continue working. But now, it is not yet the hour for Trotsky to get up, his dream was anxiously awakened - in the dream, the world revolution led by this great leader has achieved victory. Not only is Berlin and Nanjing already a sea of ​​red flags, but even the bright red party flags are flying on the spire of the White House...

Trotsky sat up from the soft and comfortable teak bed while yawning. After dozens of seconds, he returned from a beautiful dream to a somewhat cruel reality. He found out that he put on his reading glasses and saw his son, Lev Trotsky, Minister of Propaganda of the Soviet GCD and Editor-in-Chief of the Pravda, and Tukhachevsky, Chief of the General Staff of the Red Army, standing beside his bed. Lev Trotsky's face was already blue. Although Tukhachevsky was barely calm, the beads of sweat that could not flow out from his face told Trotsky how horrifying he had just received. Trotsky seemed to know something big and asked in a deep voice: "Imperialism has dropped a nuclear fission bomb? Where was it bombed?"

Tukhachevsky gritted his teeth and replied in a trembling voice: "It's the Krasnoyarsk Fortress! Now the Eastern Front Command has no way to contact it. An emergency telegram from the 55th Army of Dyvnogorsk, they observed a terrifying explosion in the direction of the Krasnoyarsk Fortress half an hour ago. The flashes of the explosion were as dazzling as 1,000 suns. Then the earth trembled violently, like a magnitude seven earthquake. The fireballs rising after the explosion were 10,000 meters high... The Krasnoyarsk Fortress may have been razed to the ground!"

Trotsky stood up and turned around in the bedroom barefoot, his face turned blue and white. I don’t know how long it took to stand up suddenly. He said to Tukhachevsky in a tone that he was forced to calm down: “The Krasnoyarsk Fortress cannot be razed to the ground. Comrade Kurchatov promised me with his party membership that I believe his words! Now the communication equipment of the fortress and the Eastern Front was damaged in the nuclear explosion, so he could not contact the outside world... Comrade Tukhachevsky, I now appoint you as the plenipotent representative of the Revolutionary Military Commission. Let’s set off immediately to Divnogorsk to preside over the overall situation.”

Tukhachevsky nodded and asked, "Comrade Trotsky, do you have any specific instructions?"

Trotsky was obviously a little helpless. He circled several circles in the room. At this time, his revolutionary successor, Lev Trotsky, whispered: "Father, you must block the news of the nuclear explosion in the Krasnoyarsk Fortress! Otherwise, you will be afraid that people will be unstable!"

"Yes, you must block the news!" Trotsky took a deep breath and looked at Tukhachevsky, who was also somewhat frightened, and said: "Immediately block the traffic in the east of Novosibirsk. No one is allowed to enter the west of Novosibirsk without your approval; immediately cut off civilian telegrams and telephone contacts from the east of Novosibirsk and areas west of Novosibirsk; immediately implement control of the communications of the entire Eastern Front; do not allow any information related to nuclear explosions to flow out of the Krasnoyarsk Fortress. In addition, you must understand the situation around the Krasnoyarsk Fortress as soon as possible... If the fortress is no longer able to guard, give up immediately and retreat to the Kuznetsk Mountains and the Salair Mountains to establish defense lines to defend the safety of Krasnoyarsk and Novosibirsk.

Also. Be sure to figure out the actual power of the nuclear fission bomb, and then write a secret report and hand it over to me."

After Tukhachevsky accepted the order to leave, Trotsky staggered and collapsed on the edge of the bed. Lev Trotsky hurriedly went forward to support his father, but was pushed away by a rough hand: "I have nothing to do. You don't need to support him!"

"Father!" Lev Trotsky looked at his father whose face turned red and whose veins were beating on his neck, and he lowered his head in a voice lower than a mosquito, saying, "We, our career is probably going to fail..."

"Hmph!" Trotsky snorted heavily, turned his head to look at him: "It's just a small setback! The road to liberating all mankind and realizing GCism will not be smooth sailing. Such failure is nothing to us. As long as we can preserve the fire of the revolution, we will surely ignite the raging fire of the Second World Revolution in the near future!"

"The Second World Revolution?" Lev Trotsky shook his head and said sadly: "The enemy already has a terrible weapon like a nuclear fission bomb. Where is the possibility of a Second World Revolution? And reliable information shows that China and Germany have formulated plans to weaken the Russian nation into a weak nation and then collectively exiled to the Australian wasteland... The Australian wasteland is very barren, how can it support the entire Russian nation... This time it is not the Soviet Union's GCD and GC International that are about to be finished, and even the Russian nation is finished. How can the world revolution have a future... We are not only the sinners of the world revolution, but also the sinners of the Russian nation..."

The revolutionary successor of Comrade Trotsky seemed to have forgotten his Jewish identity. In fact, looking at their father and son, you can tell that they are not the kind of authentic Jewish people who came out of exile from Palestine. The blood of the Slavic nation flowing in their blood vessels is probably much greater than that of the Jewish nation? As for Judaism, the atheist Trotsky and his son certainly did not believe it, and they could not speak Hebrew. In fact, Trotsky, the younger one had long thought that he was a Russian. When he thought that the Russian nation was likely to be removed from the list of great nations in the world after this world war, Trotsky lost the self-control ability that a GCist should have, and even tears fell.

Trotsky could no longer bear to watch it. He said coldly: "Why are we crying! Our revolutionary cause has not yet reached the time of despair, I will not bow to imperialism! You can't, because you are my revolutionary successor!" He said thoughtfully: "The true GCD people have no nation or country. We are internationalists. There is only the international community in our hearts, but all mankind! Therefore, the destruction of the Russian state and nation is nothing, this is a necessary price for human liberation... Their so-called fighting nation was defeated by the enemy of imperialism on the battlefield. Destruction is also the due end and is not worthy of sympathy! I don't sympathize with them at all, and you are not allowed to sympathize with them!

Although the Soviet Union and Russia will surely be destroyed with the failure of the First World Revolution, our cause of human liberation will continue. This is determined by the nature of imperialism and capitalism. It will not take long. The three imperialist groups of China, the United States and Germany that have risen after this world war will launch the Third World War in order to compete for markets and resources! The nuclear fission bombs in their hands will become weapons to destroy imperialism and capitalism, and our second world revolution will also win the ruins of imperialist destruction!”

The old man looked at Trotsky with a hopeful expression: "Lev, I am old and I cannot see the day when the red flag is planted all over the world, but it doesn't matter, because the future belongs to you. You are still young and can still bear the mission of leading the Second World Revolution." Trotsky looked puzzled, and seemed to have no confidence in winning. Trotsky strengthened his tone: "There will be arrangements. Although the enemy now has a nuclear fission bomb, it cannot scare the Soviet people! Because the Soviet people will not know the existence of this weapon. When they know it, it will be when the nuclear fission bomb explodes on their heads... so we still have time to arrange the future!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!