Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

9 a.m. Moscow time.

Artillery positions deployed around the city of Moscow received orders to fire.

Boom boom boom!

All kinds of cannons, howitzers, howitzers, rocket launchers, and mortars fired in unison, making roars that shook the sky.

In just one round of shelling, more than 200,000 artillery shells of various calibers fell into Moscow like a meteor shower across the sky. The explosions continued, the ground shook, and the whole of Moscow trembled.

In the ward nearly 100 meters underground, Stalin was suddenly awakened from his sleep. He looked at the crystal lamp shaking slightly on the ceiling and exclaimed. "What's going on?! Is there an earthquake?!"

Hearing the movement in the ward, Malenkov, who had been guarding outside the ward, immediately rushed in. He heard Comrade Stalin repeating in panic, "Is there an earthquake?! Is there an earthquake?!"

Malenkov secretly wondered how could there be an earthquake in Moscow? Moscow is not at the junction of tectonic plates, the strata are very stable, and no major destructive earthquake has ever occurred since ancient times. "Comrade Stalin..." He wanted to comfort Comrade Stalin and let him calm down, but before he finished speaking, Stalin's breathing suddenly became rapid and he screamed hysterically. "Quick, get out of here!!"

"Comrade Stalin, it may be that the Germans are bombing. This is the safest place." As he spoke, Malenkov quietly pressed the bell on the side, and after a while several doctors hurried in.

"What are you going to do?!" Seeing one of the doctors pick up a syringe from the tray and approach, a trace of panic flashed across Stalin's face, and he suddenly yelled. "What are you going to do?! What kind of injection are you going to give me?! I don't need an injection! Get out of here! Someone!!"

The captain of the guard, Mikhail, immediately rushed in with his men. Seeing several doctors standing in a stalemate next to the hospital bed, with a helpless Malenkov standing next to him, Stalin shouted as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. "Mikhail, Mikhail! Take all these people away quickly! Check their medicines, I want to see what medicine they are going to give me!!"

"..." Mikhail sighed softly in his heart. The drugs used on Comrade Stalin had been strictly inspected, and what these doctors used were just ordinary sedatives. Moreover, these doctors are all loyal comrades who have served Comrade Stalin for more than ten years. How could they have the intention to commit murder?

However, in order to appease Comrade Stalin, when he was about to take some doctors out, Zhukov walked in. "what happened?"

Malenkov didn't bother to explain what was going on, so he quickly stepped forward and asked. "Comrade Zhukov, what's going on with this noise?"

"It was German shelling."

Malenkov's eyes suddenly widened. "German shelling?! Why is there such a big movement?!" Comrade Stalin's ward is at the deepest point underground. Normally German bombing would not affect it at all. What happened today? Did the Germans drop another new type of bomb?

Zhukov sighed. "They have assembled at least 100,000 cannons outside the city. Can it be quiet?" I thought that the European coalition forces would rush in directly to fight in the streets, but I didn't expect that they would use such a big move.

"At least 100,000 doors?!" Malenkov was really shocked. They want to bomb Moscow! Although their shelling could not affect the fortifications dozens of meters deep underground, what difference would it make to the plain if the entire city was flattened? If they can defeat the European coalition forces on the plains, they will not retreat to the cities to fight street battles. If the buildings are gone, how can they fight street battles? !

Zhukov's words seemed to stimulate Stalin, and he suddenly began to curse. "These damn Germans! I will pay back ten times a hundred times what they did to the Soviet Union! In the future, we will use one million, no, two million cannons to bombard Berlin, Germany!!" He cursed loudly and hysterically, His eyes turned red because of his anger, and he looked at Zhukov and shouted angrily. "Order Comrade Novikov to immediately organize bombers to bomb Berlin, Germany!"

"..." Zhukov and Malenkov couldn't help but look at each other. Not to mention that Novikov was thrown into prison by you a few days ago. Now that their air power has been completely wiped out, what are they using to bomb Berlin?

Zhukov could only nod his head and agreed. "Yes, Comrade Stalin, I'm going to inform Comrade Novikov now and ask him to prepare to bomb Berlin." He originally came to report to Comrade Stalin the situation of the German shelling, but looking at the situation, Comrade Stalin was obviously ill again, he said In vain, I decided to wait until Comrade Stalin's mental state stabilized before reporting back.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Starlin added. "In addition to bombing Berlin, Paris, London, Madrid, Rome and other cities will also be bombed into rubble. Let them know what the consequences will be if they help the evildoer!"

Zhukov still agreed. "Okay, Comrade Stalin."

Starlin seemed very satisfied and nodded slightly. "I'm a little tired. You all should go out." He had just yelled a lot and was indeed a little tired. He wanted to take a rest.

Everyone quickly exited Stalin's ward. Malenkov grabbed one of the doctors and asked. "How is Comrade Stalin's condition?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment and replied carefully. "Comrade Malenkov, although I am not an expert in this field, judging from the symptoms, Comrade Stalin does suffer from a mental illness."

Zhukov asked. "Is there any treatment?"

"The main treatments at present are insulin injection and electroconvulsive therapy."

As mentioned earlier, the treatment method for mental illness during this period was the method of injecting high doses of insulin invented by German doctor Manfred Schack. Patients with mental illness would become quiet and fall into coma. This treatment was even used by the most respected academic institutions in the United States into the 1950s. The recently launched electroconvulsive therapy was invented in 1938 by two Italian doctors, Ugo Cerletti and Lucio Bini. Although in later generations of China, electroconvulsive therapy was demonized by Professor Yang, the king of thunder and lightning, electroconvulsive therapy in regular hospitals is indeed the best treatment for some severe mental illnesses.

Mikhail said hurriedly on the side. "Then let's get treatment quickly?!"

The doctor shook his head. "Comrade Mikhail, Comrade Stalin's mental illness is not what I say. It requires a series of tedious tests to finally determine it. Who among you can convince Comrade Stalin to accept the test?"

"..." Malenkov, Mikhail, and Zhukov looked at each other in confusion; Zhukov turned and left silently, leaving only Mikhail with an embarrassed look on his face and Malenkov who seemed to have heard nothing.