Stalin had two sons.

The eldest son, Yakov, who had been captured and had actually rebelled against the Soviets, was very angry with the eldest son. He decided to break off the father-son relationship with this son.

The second son is Vasily Josephvic Jugashvili (Stalin), who was born on March 21, 1921 in the Kremlin.

Compared to his elder brother's lonely childhood, he was treated well, at least he grew up next to his parents.

However, as a head of state, Stalin had no time to educate his son at all, "I must care about 150 million citizens." In this way, a cold father did not have much fatherly love. Even if Stalin was very kind toward Varissi, he did not have much time to accompany him. The task of educating children fell on Varissi's mother alone.

Therefore, Vasily relies heavily on her mother in love, but when Vasilyi was 12 years old, his mother Nadezhda committed suicide.

Later, Varisi grew up. After graduating from the ninth grade, he stepped into the gate of the Kacha Military Flight School. In 1938, the flight cadet, in 1939, the junior pilot, in 1940, he worked as a cadet in the Command Department of Zhukovsky Air Force Engineering College, and then further studied in the further study in the Command Department of the Academy.

After the raging war broke out, Varissi had served in the Moscow Air Force Command.

Like his elder brother, Varissi did not like to stay in the back. He was an ambitious and brave man, especially his flying skills. However, Stalin did not want his son to go to the front line.

So, Varisi stayed in the Moscow Military Region. After all, this place is the rear. Until recently, Moscow was already on the front line. Varisi was very excited and finally had the opportunity to fight with German fighter jets, defend the Soviets, and defend the capital Moscow.

At this time, he was also appointed as the commander of the 32nd Guards' Destroyer Air Force.

Their attack was directly under the jurisdiction of Moscow's Supreme Command. Their most important task was to intercept German high-altitude bombers. This aviation regiment was equipped with all the P-39 high-altitude models.

The original P-39 was just a medium and low-altitude fighter. After more than 6,000 meters, it almost had no ability. However, what the Soviets need most now is high-altitude combat, so the United States was not vague. After the Soviet Union made a request for them, it modified it and modified the engine with a secondary supercharger, which could allow the fighter to jump into the sky of more than 12,000 meters.

At the same time, when other troops had to use alcohol fuel, they could still obtain valuable high-grade aviation fuel. All of this was well known, of course because of Varissi.

They tried their best to wait for tomorrow's battle, but unexpectedly, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The eastern suburb of Moscow, the village of Semjinolushko.

The fields outside the village have been flattened by mills, and a runway has been pushed out. Under the shade of the woods on one side, there are fighter planes.

After all, the Germans will visit here at any time. They must hide their fighter planes and not make the mistakes they made in Petersburg. They are destroyed by German missiles, and then the sky will be given to the Germans.

Decentralized deployment of bases and concealment are the bloody lessons.

"Everyone is serious. We will usher in the most important battle tomorrow. No one can be lazy and keep our fighter jets well." Varisy shouted loudly as he walked.

Although he was the commander of the flight regiment, Varisi had no airs and had a rapport with his men. Just a few months ago, Varisi had killed his own side by killing fish with rockets. He was seriously informed by his superiors. He took all the responsibilities alone.

In fact, it was his responsibility. His subordinates said they wanted to use grenades to fry fish, but he felt that they were not satisfied and wanted to use rockets. As a result, the fish exploded a truck and he also hung up one.

When he walked past a plane, he saw a pilot arguing with several ground crew members next to the plane.

"Fill my plane with fuel," the pilot shouted.

"No, according to the regulations, we cannot fill it up now. After a night, there will be condensed moisture in the fuel, and mix it into the gasoline, and mechanical failure may occur." said the ground crew member.

"I'm going to fill up the gas, Corporal, and execute my order!"

"What's going on, Leonid?" Varissi walked over and said to the pilot.

This pilot and Varissi have always met each other, and after a young age, they played together.

Khrushchev's son, Leonid, was also a second-generation official, but he was always a bad person since childhood. In the past, when Khrushchev was still the first secretary in Ukraine, Leonid had been mixed with bandits and should be shot according to the law. As a result, under Khrushchev's protection, nothing happened.

Now after the outbreak of the Patriotic War, Leonid actually got his idea and volunteered to join the Air Force to make meritorious service. So he was also incorporated into the 32nd Regiment and became a subordinate of Varissi.

"Captain Varissi, although the Germans claimed that they would fly over tomorrow, the Germans were so cunning that they attacked our Ural Mountains today. So, I guess, maybe they will fly over today and attack our base." Leonid said: "So I hope to fill up my plane so that if there is any situation, I can take off immediately. I am the pilot on duty today, and if it is temporarily refueling, it will be too slow."

Hearing Leonid's words, Varis nodded: "Yes, there is indeed a possibility to add Leonid to it."

Hearing Varissi say this, a elusive light flashed in Leonid's eyes. Then Varissi spoke again: "Fill my plane with fuel."

Although Varissi was the commander of the flight regiment, he was not ready to lead the entire flight regiment to fight. As a young man who was just twenty years old, he also had a kind of heroism. Compared to commanding the entire flight regiment, he was more willing to rush up and kill the German fighters himself, especially the most advanced German f190 fighter.

The fuel truck quickly added fuel. Leonid looked at Varissi already walked away, gritted his teeth and stepped onto his own plane: "Click me the power car, I want to start the engine and check if it is normal."
Chapter completed!