Tula, located more than 100 kilometers south of Moscow, has long been turned into a huge military camp.
In satellite cities outside Moscow such as Tula, Kaluga, and Ryazan, machines roared in the city, and millions of soldiers and civilians who refused to evacuate stepped up their production of arms. There were countless military camps under the cover of large forests outside the city.
Youdao is a soldier who fights with iron and water. It is not a tribute to the soul of the army, but a straightforward presentation of the cruelty of war.
The owners of the barracks went to the front line. Because Zhukov's troops suffered heavy casualties in the counterattack in August, the empty barracks soon became lively again. The new troops who came by train were very high-spirited. They lived in the barracks and did not feel the cruelty of the war at all.
, until a new offensive battle comes...
The Soviet army is desperately gathering strength, not only its troops, but also a large number of weapons and equipment, as well as clothing and food, they are piled up like mountains!
Even some high-tech equipment was transported to special areas, including huge air defense early warning radars.
In the German air raid on Moscow in late August, the German army promoted their victory and exaggeratedly claimed that "Moscow's air defense can be broken by just piercing a piece of paper."
The arrogance of the German army made Stalin angry. Besides, what the German army said was not entirely wrong. The air defense in Moscow and surrounding areas needs to be strengthened urgently!
It is not enough to simply increase the strength of the homeland air defense force or even increase the number of garrison fighter jets. The Soviet Union needs some new equipment.
Finally, the so-called new equipment finally started to be put into use at the end of August.
Each military airport in Tula has arranged two radar monitoring vehicles. The radars of the two vehicles are turned on alternately, enabling all-weather air detection.
However, these radar vehicles have higher power, and their detection range has a radius of nearly 300 kilometers.
A large radar station was set up in the city of Tula, and a thermal power station provided power for it. Its huge energy can detect a huge airspace with a radius of 300 kilometers and an altitude of 300 meters to 10,000 meters.
What is this concept? German fighter planes can be detected as soon as they arrive at the new defense line of the Western Front. If the German army intends to air attack large cities, fighter planes from various airports on the Soviet front line can take off half an hour in advance to intercept it.
For example, during the German air raid in August, could the Soviet army completely kill it midway? Only actual combat can verify it.
These radar stations have been detecting the air. The Tula radar station has received a mission. In the early morning of September 2, the 101st Long-range Aviation Regiment's transport aircraft squadron will land at Tula Airport No. 5. The radar station must guide it to safety after discovering its identity and confirming its identity.
landing.
Gorizodubova had a strong confidence in night flying. This time she had a calm attitude and directly tried to contact the radar station before and after the flying battle.
"Webmaster! There's something wrong with the screen!"
The little inspector girl's eyes widened when she saw a huge crest suddenly appeared on the large oscilloscope imported from the United States.
The radar stationmaster looked at the clock and saw that it was half past ten in the evening. It was not yet September 4th.
Maybe not the geese? Maybe the geese took off early?
The webmaster asked: "What is the specific direction of the highlight?"
"5° west by south."
The station manager immediately rushed into the map room. With Tula as the center, and according to the angle provided by the monitor, he used a ruler to infer the suspicious aircraft route. He saw that the route was extremely close to the swamps of southern Belarus.
It should be them!
The somewhat tired station commander excitedly returned to the radar monitoring room, and he was shocked to see another subordinate waiting here.
"Semyon? Did you receive any special telegram?"
"Report to the station chief, it's Dayan! It's Comrade Gorizodubova, they are coming soon. They are eager to talk to you."
"Clear language communication? Let's go."
The airborne radio function of the transport aircraft is powerful, and the equipment of the Tula telegraph and telephone office is equally powerful.
Gorizodubova was flying at an altitude of 4,000 meters. She was only 200 kilometers away from Tula. At such a distance, with advanced equipment, the plain language communication signal was very clear.
"Okay, I will adjust the course and land at Airport 5. Over!"
After the short message, her calm expression revealed an ecstatic heart!
The radar station discovered and basically located the location of the transport fleet. In addition to urgently notifying the airport tower and radar at No. 5 Airport, the station manager also kept an eye on the location of the fleet.
The stationmaster even made an emergency call to the First Secretary of the Soviet in Tula: "The leader's distinguished guest will fly over Tula. Please suspend the light blackout for two hours so that Tula can be the best lighthouse."
The phone call lasted only five minutes. The station manager standing by the window was startled by the sudden light of the street light, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
The Soviet Union transitioned to a wartime system, and all the country's resources should be used for the war!
At this moment, the aircraft in the herringbone formation began to lower their altitude and gradually became level with the clouds.
Or maybe Yang Mingzhi, who was sleeping lightly, suddenly woke up due to the slight shaking of the fuselage as it lowered into the airspace.
"What's going on? They lowered their altitude? Are those clouds?"
Suddenly, through the gap in the clouds, he saw bright lights on the ground. Those were the characteristics of a city. Could it be that he was in Moscow?
No! Moscow is a huge city and its light should shine even brighter.
Yang Mingzhi was sure that it was not Moscow, and the only thing he could think of was Tula.
In this time and space, alternating current became widespread in the 1920s. Tesla, who was a genius, did not want the patent fees for alternating current, and artificial light sources began to light up the darkness of the blue earth.
However, large-scale lighting requires huge amounts of energy. Yang Mingzhi had complete confidence in the Soviet Union's supply of thermal coal, but was not very optimistic about the power of the generating units.
Besides, during the brutal war, did they still use a lot of electricity for lighting? Isn't this a waste of energy?
Although electric lights do not consume much electricity, there are basically no high-power-consuming appliances in citizens' homes. Lighting up the entire city not only consumes a lot of electricity, but also serves as a statement to potential German troops: I am here to bomb at night.
And from the perspective of industrial production, all electric energy should drive the lathe to rotate, and the absolute principle is to produce cannonballs with maximum efficiency.
For Gorizodubova, the light from the city of Tula is the perfect beacon, for no other reason than it is the nearest larger city south of Moscow, and the magnificent nighttime light is only found on both sides of the comprehensive interlaced roads in the city.
Street lights can emit light.
Finding Tula means adjusting course.
She held the walkie-talkie tightly: "Attention, all crews, turn due north and take action immediately."
All crew members may have experience working in civil aviation, but the cruel war forced them to do some drastic actions when flying. Besides, they are Russians. No matter it is windy or raining, the brave Russian pilots ignore these harsh conditions.
Natural conditions, not to mention the emergency maneuvers that can only be achieved when flying a civilian aircraft or using a fighter jet.
Yang Mingzhi fell into confusion again, and suddenly he was awakened by a powerful centripetal force acting on his lower body. His long career in the battlefield drove him to always be vigilant. He woke up suddenly and subconsciously covered the gun case on his waist.
"Oh, I'm on a plane, but it scares me. Wait, why does the plane feel like it's tilting? No, they're doing an emergency maneuver!"
"Why did they do this? Could it be that they encountered an enemy plane?"
What Yang Mingzhi never expected was that this was just a normal operation of Gorizodubova. During the civil aviation period, she was restricted by the rules of flight regulations. At that time, civil aviation did not dare to perform roll turns with extremely low sharp turning radius.
Deep down in her heart is the yearning for free flight, the desire to fly freely like an eagle, and even more to be able to dive quickly like an eagle.
All ten transport planes made an emergency turn, and almost all the passengers woke up.
The lead aircraft on which Yang Mingzhi was located was in good condition, but everyone who woke up fell into a small commotion. However, the nine wingmen filled with war orphans were in chaos. The frightened children either screamed or cried loudly.
It's a miserable thing to describe.
Fortunately, the battle-hardened crew members suppressed their explosive emotions and overcame the noisy children with their strong mental self-control.
Soon, the loudspeakers throughout the cabin of the lead plane recalled Gorizodubova's impassioned speech: "Comrades! We have just flown over Tula! Our final destination is the fifth military airport in Tula, and there are expected to be more
Landing in twenty minutes. Everyone please be ready."
Finally, arrived at the destination?
At this moment, all the cabin lights were turned on. Yang Mingzhi looked at his watch and saw that it was already half past eleven. He couldn't help but yawned and shook his wife, who was still confused.
My wife has a chubby little face, and her sleeping appearance has always been very cute. It is really unimaginable that not only did she fall into a deep sleep on the plane, but the on-board speakers did not wake her up.
"Really, isn't it comfortable to sleep while sitting on the plane?" Yang Mingzhi shook her body and woke her up.
"What...what happened? It's...it's here?"
The girl squinted her eyes and opened her mouth half-open, ignoring the grin at the corner of her mouth.
"It'll be there soon."
But she still looked lazy. Yang Mingzhi stretched out his hands, wiped away her saliva, and pinched her pink cheeks a few times: "Wake up right now. You are a hero of the Soviet Union. You will be here soon."
When I get off the plane, I have to keep my spirits up and don't let the people picking me up laugh."
Yang Mingzhi didn't know if he was reading a joke, but Liu Hongxiu, who was sitting on the other side, giggled out loud.
In other words, Yang Mingzhi only knew that someone must be picking up the plane. He knew nothing about which department or level of people were present. He even had no idea about accommodation and transportation matters after landing.
The only thing he could be sure of was that since it was an airport belonging to Tula, it must be a hundred kilometers away from the Kremlin in Moscow in a straight line.
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The plane began to descend slowly in preparation for landing.
Just when Yang Mingzhi was confused about what to do after getting off the plane, a crew member came over and explained the situation to him.
"Report to Comrade General that our mission will be completed when the plane lands. Explain that the Ministry of Internal Affairs will send someone to take you to Moscow."
"Well, I'm relieved that he's from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
Having said that, Yang Mingzhi felt really uneasy. The group of people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs often acted as "secret police". The Great Purge happened before he traveled through time. Since he was not a witness, he could only learn from various information.
Just feel the horror of the movement.
But the Ministry of Internal Affairs was really good at surveillance. At this moment, Yang Mingzhi had to lament that he had stayed in Pripet Swamp for thirteen months, either being stared at by Yelentina or Salinchkin.
Especially Salinchkin, it is true that he is in charge of the work of the guerrilla republic, and his task of monitoring himself is also true.
They were all members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and even when I arrived in Moscow, I still had to be monitored.
Yes, why won't I be monitored? The existence of those people is like a royal guard. Especially in this extraordinary period, the supervision of senior officers and cadres across the Soviet Union and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is extremely high. Only
Only with this measure can the "German spies who have penetrated into the Soviet army" be uncovered.
Yang Mingzhi believed that he had used too many actions to show his loyalty to Stalin, but his Chinese soul would not change, just like his black hair, yellow skin, and flat face with single eyelids.
Slavs are very different.
What's worse, what if they ask about my youthful past? If the Ministry of Internal Affairs is serious, they will try their best to cooperate with the current Chinese officials and investigate General Belekov's resume. Just imagine, a so-called
The young anti-Japanese soldier is actually full of wisdom. If China's higher education institutions cannot find such talents now, he must not be a strange person drilled out of the soil.
After listening to the crew's words, Yang Mingzhi fell into a series of confusion in just two or three minutes. He smiled at his wife and tried his best to hide the hesitation in his heart.
After a while, the crew member who was delivering the message came over again, seemingly changing guard with his comrades in the turret?
Yang Mingzhi hurriedly stopped him and asked curiously about other things: "Comrade, what are the arrangements for the others? I mean, everyone on the list."
"This...I don't know. They should have their own places to go. Please rest assured that the superiors will definitely make arrangements for everyone."
Obviously, the pilots participating in "Operation Wild Goose" did not have access to all the orders from their superiors.
Yang Mingzhi sat upright and savored what the man said. He glanced at Liu Hongxiu beside him, and felt a sudden wave of emotion in his heart.
"Yes, if everyone has their own destination, Xiu'er, a little international student, must not be picked up by professionals when she gets off the plane?"
In any case, the encounter with Liu Hongxiu was a huge coincidence. Because of this, I am afraid that we are not the same people. In the foreseeable future, although we are both in the Soviet Union, I am afraid that I will have to buy new weapons in the arsenal, or continue to bring weapons.
The soldiers were in the war. And she, she had to complete a year of schooling that was wasted due to the war. Besides, she came to the Soviet Union just to learn knowledge.
I'm afraid that when the plane lands, many comrades in the cabin will part ways immediately. Everyone must obey the arrangements of the authorities, and everyone must have the consciousness to contribute to the alliance.
But when he thought of such a result, Yang Mingzhi felt that he was standing at the end of his happy time, just like all the officers and soldiers of a company were retired. The brothers who had shared life and death were about to go their separate ways. Yang Mingzhi felt panicked in his heart. On the surface,
But as calm as water.
No one can understand his worries and boredom, including Yang Tao. She feels that her husband has become depressed.
Star Tao didn't think any more. Not only did she tighten her seat belt, she clamped her husband's arm again because she saw a string of lights arranged in a matrix on the ground.
The smart girl immediately realized that it was a runway signal light and the plane was about to end.
The extended landing gear touched the ground violently, and the spring system's shock-absorbing effect was average, causing the cabin to tremble violently. It was this tremor that was worth a thousand words to assure everyone that the plane had landed safely. In the dark night, many people
Passengers saw the lighthouse not far away through the portholes, and the moonlight illuminated the concrete runway white.
"Dear passengers, welcome to fly Alliance Airlines. Our terminal has arrived at the Fifth Military Airport in Tula. Please take your luggage and wait for the aircraft cabin door to open and line up to get off the plane." (To be completed.)