Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After reading the confession, Yannick gave an order. "Show one of the confessions to Yakov." In the broadcast a few days ago, Yakov also criticized his father Stalin. People can't help but sigh that this guy is getting more and more enlightened. If he saw that he was the number one assassination target in this confession, and he, the crown prince, was ranked second, I wonder how poor Yakov would feel, and whether he would be scolded before long. Having such a son who was about to turn against him, Stalin really had a headache. He couldn't kill him, so he could only stare and listen to his son condemning and even cursing him on the radio.

"Yes." Reinhard asked after putting away the confessions. "Your Highness, Stalin is too reckless. Should we fight back and assassinate Stalin?" In fact, he had planned to formulate such a plan before the outbreak of the German-Soviet war, but Yannick did not agree.

Now Yannick also shook his head in denial. "No, Stalin cannot die now. If Stalin lives, this war will continue to fight until the Soviet Union is destroyed. But what if Stalin dies and his successor wants to surrender? At that time, there are still millions of people left in the Soviet Union We insist on dividing the Soviet Union into more than a dozen pieces. Even if they surrender on the surface, they will still be dissatisfied. Maybe there will be some trouble. So only if Stalin brings the Soviet Union to destruction, can we sit back and relax and slaughter this huge country at will. ."

"But being assassinated is a bit unpleasant, so I still have to take this breath." Just when Yannick was thinking about how to take this breath, Reinhard suggested. "Your Highness, how about killing Stalin's youngest son Vasily Dzhugashvili? What do you think?"

"That's a good idea." After thinking about it, Yannick nodded. Vasily Dzhugashvili was Stalin's second son. Although as the head of a country, Stalin had no extra time to spend with his son, but compared to Yakov, Stalin had a kinder attitude towards Vasily and was more doting on him. If the assassination was successful, it would be enough to make him feel distressed for a while. "But don't force it too hard. If you have the chance, do it. If you don't have the chance, forget it." That's what he said, but he knew that Vasily was dead, and Reinhard's agents would work hard to complete this mission.

"Yes!" Reinhard saluted respectfully and exited the office.

A few days later, the German troops outside Smolensk launched an offensive and began to close the encirclement. Yannik wanted to attract more Soviet troops into the Smolensk encirclement and then kill them all. However, in order to solve Smolensk and command Moscow before October, he still issued the order to attack.

As mentioned earlier, Smolensk has been surrounded on three sides. With the offensive order from the German High Command, the German troops on both sides began to compress the Soviet northeastern defense line.

Hundreds and thousands of artillery pieces poured shells at the Soviet positions; bombers in the sky blocked the sky, and the bombs they dropped fell like raindrops, blowing the Soviet defense lines into a sea of ​​flames. Naturally, the Soviet army was not willing to have its defense line destroyed like this. The Soviet and American air forces launched large-scale operations in an attempt to compete with the German air force for air supremacy.

The Soviet and American aircraft fleet flew into the airspace more than 200 kilometers away from the Smolensk battlefield, and was intercepted by the German aircraft fleet that had been waiting for a long time. Then an air battle of unprecedented scale broke out.

Nowadays, military industrial enterprises across Europe are uniformly producing German equipment. The monthly output of FW-190 fighter jets (in Europe) is close to 2,000 aircraft; plus the output of BF-109 fighter jets, nearly 5,000 fighter jets are put into the battlefield every month across Europe.

This is definitely a number that makes the enemy desperate. As a result, the German Air Force completely crushes the Soviet Air Force in terms of numbers. Even if the Soviet Union and the United States unite, they will be equal at best. And when the numbers are similar, the performance of German fighter jets is high. After a short period of time, the losses of fighter planes of the US and Soviet Air Force far exceeded that of the German Air Force.

This time, the number of fighter jets sent by the Luftwaffe was nearly three times greater than the number of American and Soviet fighter jets.

"Dong dong dong!"

A U.S. P-40 fighter jet was bitten by a German FW-190 fighter jet. Several cannon shells roared in, instantly knocking the P-40 fighter jet into the air and disintegrating. The poor pilot was buried in a sea of ​​fire without a chance to parachute.

"Oh God! Miller was shot down!" Seeing this, a US military pilot shouted in horror.

"Idiot, take care of yourself first! Keep your spirits up, otherwise you will be the one shot down next!" the lead plane gave a few harsh lessons. But before he finished speaking, the wingman shouted in even more panic. "Sir, I'm bitten and I can't shake them off!"

"Hold on! I'm here to help you!!" The lead plane turned his head and searched for the direction of the enemy plane's attack, and saw the wingman diving to escape at a low altitude. "Idiot, you can't dive! You..." The German fighter plane dived faster than them. Diving in front of the German fighter plane was tantamount to seeking death.

The next second, the German BF-109K4 fighter jet chasing the wingman opened fire.

"Da da da!"

Four 7mm aviation machine guns fired dense bullets, punching holes all over the wingman's body. The lead pilot saw a cloud of blood mist rising in the cockpit of the wingman, and the fighter plane fell to the ground dragging thick smoke.

"Damn it!" Taking advantage of the opportunity for the BF-109K4 to climb, the lead aircraft bit it tightly. No matter how the opponent maneuvered to avoid it, he could not get rid of it.

After a while, the BF-109K4 fighter seemed to have given up resistance, and its flight path turned into a straight line.

"Haha, damn guy, I will send you to hell right now!" A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the captain's mouth. Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, suddenly, a dense number of bullets falling from the sky penetrated the glass of his cockpit, and he shot Entering his body, blood shot out from the bullet holes in his body; all the strength in his body seemed to have flowed away with the flow of blood. The hand holding the joystick dropped weakly. He closed his eyes as the world was spinning, and he could no longer feel anything.

The fighter plane completely lost control and spiraled to the ground.

"Ula! Ula!"

Just as the air battle in the sky entered its climax, in the distance, a Soviet ground force heading to Smolensk was watching the air battle. They cheered as they saw fighter planes being shot down one after another. They naturally thought that the aircraft that was shot down was of course the enemy's aircraft. The Soviet Air Force was invincible, so how could it be shot down by the enemy? !

"Idiots, shut up. It was our plane that was shot down!" The officer in the distance stared at the sky with a telescope angrily interrupted the soldiers' cheers.

"..." After learning that the downed fighter was one of our own, the atmosphere in the team became a little awkward. Under the urging of the officers, the team continued to move towards Smolensk.

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