"Damn it, are the Germans going to bomb Moscow? One day, I'll flatten Berlin!" Hiding in the air-raid shelter, Joseph's face was livid, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
As the capital of Buru, if Moscow itself were bombed by the Germans, it would undoubtedly make all of Buru lose face completely. Joseph himself felt equally humiliated.
At the same time, Joseph grew increasingly dissatisfied with the Bolshevik Air Force's performance. How he wished the Bolshevik Air Force could have sent fighters up to intercept the German Air Force the moment they discovered its incursion, instead of merely sounding the air-raid sirens and making them hide in shelters. However, Joseph also knew there was nothing to be done. The Bolshevik Air Force was simply too weak, utterly unable to compare with the German Air Force. Otherwise, things would not have come to this.
Hiding in an air-raid shelter and waiting for the Germans' bombs was undoubtedly torment for anyone.
Yet Joseph waited for a long time, and no explosions ever sounded overhead. That left him rather puzzled.
"What's going on? Didn't they say the Germans had dispatched a large number of bombers to bomb Moscow? Why is there still no movement?" Joseph asked.
Joseph even wondered whether there had been some mistake. Perhaps the Germans had not dispatched bombers at all, and those people had become frightened birds, terrified out of their wits by the slightest rustle of wind or grass.
"Comrade Joseph, the General Staff Headquarters reports that the German aircraft did not head for Moscow. They continued flying eastward instead." Only after a while did a staff member come to report.
Joseph's expression immediately turned extremely ugly. The Germans had not chosen to bomb Moscow, but had gone to bomb somewhere else. That meant the Germans could launch