Chapter 1362: 1362
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While struggling, Hans turned his head and looked at Schmidt. He saw that a rope was suddenly put on Schmidt's neck. However, the rope was not strong and was not as tight as Hans's neck.
Women are not strong enough after all.
Schmidt's hand had released the steering wheel. He also wanted to attack the people behind him. At this time, Hans shouted with his last strength, "brake!"
Schmidt realized that his foot hit the brake hard.
As he stepped on the brake, the two violent women behind him suddenly jumped forward, and the rope in his hand suddenly loosened.
Taking this opportunity, Hans grabbed the rope with his hand and pulled it forward. The lower part of his neck was swollen. He was gasping for breath. At the same time, he also wanted to pull the rope off.
Almost at the moment of braking, Hans made so many moves, but the people behind him continued to tighten the rope after reacting.
Hans grabbed the rope with both hands and leaned his head back. He could almost see each other. His face was full of murderous spirit. It was Lyudmila!
Damn it, I saved it myself. It's a devil! Hans's head suddenly moved back and hit each other's head hard.
Lyudmila didn't react. At once, Hans put his head on the corner of his eyes and swollen the corners of his eyes. Lyudmila's hand also loosened involuntarily. Hans pulled hard and pulled the rope open.
If Hans backhanded now, he should be able to catch the assault rifle in the cab, but Hans had just cleared the siege, he saw Schmidt's tongue sticking out and was about to be finished. Therefore, Hans couldn't even catch the gun and hurried to clear Schmidt.
Nothing. Hans clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it hard at the woman behind him.
"Ah..." the woman screamed. She was hit in the head and fell back. Of course Hans would not spare any strength at this critical moment of life and death. Being kind and soft on the battlefield means death.
Just as Hans turned his head to rescue Schmidt, he emptied the position behind the right side of the cab. While waving his fist, he felt a flower in front of him. Unexpectedly, someone leaned out half of his body from the back. The other party stretched out two arms and continued to grasp Hans's neck.
Hans turned his head and avoided the woman's choking. Sure enough, it was still the Lyudmila. This woman is really terrible.
Schmidt is still gasping for breath. He can't help for the time being. Hans has to do it himself. The most important thing at present is to get his gun first.
When Hans turned his head, he saw Lyudmila coming down the window. The woman's body was so soft. When she slipped over, she ran directly to Hans's rifle.
Hans was shocked. If Lyudmila got the gun, he would be in trouble. Hans wanted to follow him to grab the gun, but the back window stretched out several hands to hold Hans' body and prevent Hans from taking the gun.
In such a dull moment, Hans saw that Lyudmila's hand had reached his gun!
Hans's upper body could not be moved by several women. In a hurry, Hans stretched out his legs and kicked it hard at Lyudmila.
Hans's height is one meter eight, and his legs are one meter long. There is not much space in the cab. Hans can show his feet outside by stretching out his legs.
Now Hans was in a hurry. He was merciless and had great strength under his feet. When he kicked over, he heard the sound of broken bones. Lyudmila screamed and was kicked down from the window!
There is no concern of material shortage in Germany, but the cab of German trucks also has only the roof and front glass, and only half of the door, which is for convenience.
During the war, the trucks transporting goods will be attacked by the enemy at any time, mostly from the air. If there is no upper part of the door, they can jump out of the car at any time.
Now, Hans kicked Lyudmila down with one foot, and Hans's upper body was seized by several women. At this time, Schmidt finally slowed down. He picked up his assault rifle and shouted, "don't move. Whoever moves again will kill anyone!"
Schmidt's finger pulled on the trigger, and the women behind him had made him angry. I knew that you women would tremble and groan under the crotch of Romanian soldiers. Your brain must be in water today, and you should save you women!
If these women still don't obey, Schmidt doesn't mind firing by himself. In the narrow back warehouse, these people can't hide at all and have to be beaten into horse beehives.
Schmidt's neck was so hot that he was almost strangled.
The women's hands loosened, and Hans took the opportunity to grab his assault rifle, open the door and go down.
Lyudmila, the hero in the eyes of the Soviet Union and the defender of OSAD, killed nearly 200 people alone. Even Moscow praised her.
Hans had figured out how to use such a woman. Of course, he handed it over to the publicity department.
If you can and cannot plot, it will also hurt the morale of the defenders.
When Hans opened the door and went down, he immediately retracted his head and came back: "Schmidt, drive!"
Hans pointed his gun at the women behind him and threatened them, while Schmidt returned to his seat and stepped on the accelerator.
On their own side, more than a dozen Soviet soldiers were rushing towards this side bravely. They were holding rifles in their hands. Maybe they were afraid of accidentally injuring the people in the back carriage. They didn't open fire. They ran towards this side with their cat waist.
In urban street warfare, it is quite common for the enemy and ourselves to be intertwined. In places occupied during the day, the Soviets may touch them at night, and the Soviets have quietly hidden soldiers in some places here, waiting for a surprise attack at night.
It is no accident that there are more than a dozen Soviet soldiers here, and these Soviet soldiers seem to know that there are prisoners in their own cars.
"Bang, bang!" Seeing that the car was about to accelerate and escape, the Soviet soldiers shot and aimed at the car's tires. Unfortunately, their shooting skills were not correct. The car was undamaged and accelerated away.
When they ran here, they only saw Lyudmila lying on the ground in pain. They wanted to pull Lyudmila up, but Lyudmila shook her head and refused. She took a gun from their hands, aimed at the car tire, and then pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" At the moment when the bullet came out of the muzzle, Lyudmila felt that the broken ribs began to hurt again. As soon as her posture tilted, the bullet flew away.
The car disappeared in the street ahead. Lyudmila shouted eagerly, "hurry up, there are more than a dozen of our sisters on it, who are being dragged and humiliated by the Germans. It's all our medical staff! "
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While struggling, Hans turned his head and looked at Schmidt. He saw that a rope was suddenly put on Schmidt's neck. However, the rope was not strong and was not as tight as Hans's neck.
Women are not strong enough after all.
Schmidt's hand had released the steering wheel. He also wanted to attack the people behind him. At this time, Hans shouted with his last strength, "brake!"
Schmidt realized that his foot hit the brake hard.
As he stepped on the brake, the two violent women behind him suddenly jumped forward, and the rope in his hand suddenly loosened.
Taking this opportunity, Hans grabbed the rope with his hand and pulled it forward. The lower part of his neck was swollen. He was gasping for breath. At the same time, he also wanted to pull the rope off.
Almost at the moment of braking, Hans made so many moves, but the people behind him continued to tighten the rope after reacting.
Hans grabbed the rope with both hands and leaned his head back. He could almost see each other. His face was full of murderous spirit. It was Lyudmila!
Damn it, I saved it myself. It's a devil! Hans's head suddenly moved back and hit each other's head hard.
Lyudmila didn't react. At once, Hans put his head on the corner of his eyes and swollen the corners of his eyes. Lyudmila's hand also loosened involuntarily. Hans pulled hard and pulled the rope open.
If Hans backhanded now, he should be able to catch the assault rifle in the cab, but Hans had just cleared the siege, he saw Schmidt's tongue sticking out and was about to be finished. Therefore, Hans couldn't even catch the gun and hurried to clear Schmidt.
Nothing. Hans clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it hard at the woman behind him.
"Ah..." the woman screamed. She was hit in the head and fell back. Of course Hans would not spare any strength at this critical moment of life and death. Being kind and soft on the battlefield means death.
Just as Hans turned his head to rescue Schmidt, he emptied the position behind the right side of the cab. While waving his fist, he felt a flower in front of him. Unexpectedly, someone leaned out half of his body from the back. The other party stretched out two arms and continued to grasp Hans's neck.
Hans turned his head and avoided the woman's choking. Sure enough, it was still the Lyudmila. This woman is really terrible.
Schmidt is still gasping for breath. He can't help for the time being. Hans has to do it himself. The most important thing at present is to get his gun first.
When Hans turned his head, he saw Lyudmila coming down the window. The woman's body was so soft. When she slipped over, she ran directly to Hans's rifle.
Hans was shocked. If Lyudmila got the gun, he would be in trouble. Hans wanted to follow him to grab the gun, but the back window stretched out several hands to hold Hans' body and prevent Hans from taking the gun.
In such a dull moment, Hans saw that Lyudmila's hand had reached his gun!
Hans's upper body could not be moved by several women. In a hurry, Hans stretched out his legs and kicked it hard at Lyudmila.
Hans's height is one meter eight, and his legs are one meter long. There is not much space in the cab. Hans can show his feet outside by stretching out his legs.
Now Hans was in a hurry. He was merciless and had great strength under his feet. When he kicked over, he heard the sound of broken bones. Lyudmila screamed and was kicked down from the window!
There is no concern of material shortage in Germany, but the cab of German trucks also has only the roof and front glass, and only half of the door, which is for convenience.
During the war, the trucks transporting goods will be attacked by the enemy at any time, mostly from the air. If there is no upper part of the door, they can jump out of the car at any time.
Now, Hans kicked Lyudmila down with one foot, and Hans's upper body was seized by several women. At this time, Schmidt finally slowed down. He picked up his assault rifle and shouted, "don't move. Whoever moves again will kill anyone!"
Schmidt's finger pulled on the trigger, and the women behind him had made him angry. I knew that you women would tremble and groan under the crotch of Romanian soldiers. Your brain must be in water today, and you should save you women!
If these women still don't obey, Schmidt doesn't mind firing by himself. In the narrow back warehouse, these people can't hide at all and have to be beaten into horse beehives.
Schmidt's neck was so hot that he was almost strangled.
The women's hands loosened, and Hans took the opportunity to grab his assault rifle, open the door and go down.
Lyudmila, the hero in the eyes of the Soviet Union and the defender of OSAD, killed nearly 200 people alone. Even Moscow praised her.
Hans had figured out how to use such a woman. Of course, he handed it over to the publicity department.
If you can and cannot plot, it will also hurt the morale of the defenders.
When Hans opened the door and went down, he immediately retracted his head and came back: "Schmidt, drive!"
Hans pointed his gun at the women behind him and threatened them, while Schmidt returned to his seat and stepped on the accelerator.
On their own side, more than a dozen Soviet soldiers were rushing towards this side bravely. They were holding rifles in their hands. Maybe they were afraid of accidentally injuring the people in the back carriage. They didn't open fire. They ran towards this side with their cat waist.
In urban street warfare, it is quite common for the enemy and ourselves to be intertwined. In places occupied during the day, the Soviets may touch them at night, and the Soviets have quietly hidden soldiers in some places here, waiting for a surprise attack at night.
It is no accident that there are more than a dozen Soviet soldiers here, and these Soviet soldiers seem to know that there are prisoners in their own cars.
"Bang, bang!" Seeing that the car was about to accelerate and escape, the Soviet soldiers shot and aimed at the car's tires. Unfortunately, their shooting skills were not correct. The car was undamaged and accelerated away.
When they ran here, they only saw Lyudmila lying on the ground in pain. They wanted to pull Lyudmila up, but Lyudmila shook her head and refused. She took a gun from their hands, aimed at the car tire, and then pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" At the moment when the bullet came out of the muzzle, Lyudmila felt that the broken ribs began to hurt again. As soon as her posture tilted, the bullet flew away.
The car disappeared in the street ahead. Lyudmila shouted eagerly, "hurry up, there are more than a dozen of our sisters on it, who are being dragged and humiliated by the Germans. It's all our medical staff! "
While struggling, Hans turned his head and looked at Schmidt. He saw that a rope was suddenly put on Schmidt's neck. However, the rope was not strong and was not as tight as Hans's neck.Women are not strong enough after all.Schmidt's hand had released the steering wheel. He also wanted to attack the people behind him. At this time, Hans shouted with his last strength, "brake!"Schmidt realized that his foot hit the brake hard.As he stepped on the brake, the two violent women behind him suddenly jumped forward, and the rope in his hand suddenly loosened.Taking this opportunity, Hans grabbed the rope with his hand and pulled it forward. The lower part of his neck was swollen. He was gasping for breath. At the same time, he also wanted to pull the rope off.Almost at the moment of braking, Hans made so many moves, but the people behind him continued to tighten the rope after reacting.Hans grabbed the rope with both hands and leaned his head back. He could almost see each other. His face was full of murderous spirit. It was Lyudmila!Damn it, I saved it myself. It's a devil! Hans's head suddenly moved back and hit each other's head hard.Lyudmila didn't react. At once, Hans put his head on the corner of his eyes and swollen the corners of his eyes. Lyudmila's hand also loosened involuntarily. Hans pulled hard and pulled the rope open.If Hans backhanded now, he should be able to catch the assault rifle in the cab, but Hans had just cleared the siege, he saw Schmidt's tongue sticking out and was about to be finished. Therefore, Hans couldn't even catch the gun and hurried to clear Schmidt.Nothing. Hans clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it hard at the woman behind him."Ah..." the woman screamed. She was hit in the head and fell back. Of course Hans would not spare any strength at this critical moment of life and death. Being kind and soft on the battlefield means death.Just as Hans turned his head to rescue Schmidt, he emptied the position behind the right side of the cab. While waving his fist, he felt a flower in front of him. Unexpectedly, someone leaned out half of his body from the back. The other party stretched out two arms and continued to grasp Hans's neck.Hans turned his head and avoided the woman's choking. Sure enough, it was still the Lyudmila. This woman is really terrible.Schmidt is still gasping for breath. He can't help for the time being. Hans has to do it himself. The most important thing at present is to get his gun first.When Hans turned his head, he saw Lyudmila coming down the window. The woman's body was so soft. When she slipped over, she ran directly to Hans's rifle.Hans was shocked. If Lyudmila got the gun, he would be in trouble. Hans wanted to follow him to grab the gun, but the back window stretched out several hands to hold Hans' body and prevent Hans from taking the gun.In such a dull moment, Hans saw that Lyudmila's hand had reached his gun!Hans's upper body could not be moved by several women. In a hurry, Hans stretched out his legs and kicked it hard at Lyudmila.Hans's height is one meter eight, and his legs are one meter long. There is not much space in the cab. Hans can show his feet outside by stretching out his legs.Now Hans was in a hurry. He was merciless and had great strength under his feet. When he kicked over, he heard the sound of broken bones. Lyudmila screamed and was kicked down from the window!There is no concern of material shortage in Germany, but the cab of German trucks also has only the roof and front glass, and only half of the door, which is for convenience.During the war, the trucks transporting goods will be attacked by the enemy at any time, mostly from the air. If there is no upper part of the door, they can jump out of the car at any time.Now, Hans kicked Lyudmila down with one foot, and Hans's upper body was seized by several women. At this time, Schmidt finally slowed down. He picked up his assault rifle and shouted, "don't move. Whoever moves again will kill anyone!"Schmidt's finger pulled on the trigger, and the women behind him had made him angry. I knew that you women would tremble and groan under the crotch of Romanian soldiers. Your brain must be in water today, and you should save you women!If these women still don't obey, Schmidt doesn't mind firing by himself. In the narrow back warehouse, these people can't hide at all and have to be beaten into horse beehives.Schmidt's neck was so hot that he was almost strangled.The women's hands loosened, and Hans took the opportunity to grab his assault rifle, open the door and go down.Lyudmila, the hero in the eyes of the Soviet Union and the defender of OSAD, killed nearly 200 people alone. Even Moscow praised her.Hans had figured out how to use such a woman. Of course, he handed it over to the publicity department.If you can and cannot plot, it will also hurt the morale of the defenders.When Hans opened the door and went down, he immediately retracted his head and came back: "Schmidt, drive!"Hans pointed his gun at the women behind him and threatened them, while Schmidt returned to his seat and stepped on the accelerator.On their own side, more than a dozen Soviet soldiers were rushing towards this side bravely. They were holding rifles in their hands. Maybe they were afraid of accidentally injuring the people in the back carriage. They didn't open fire. They ran towards this side with their cat waist.In urban street warfare, it is quite common for the enemy and ourselves to be intertwined. In places occupied during the day, the Soviets may touch them at night, and the Soviets have quietly hidden soldiers in some places here, waiting for a surprise attack at night.It is no accident that there are more than a dozen Soviet soldiers here, and these Soviet soldiers seem to know that there are prisoners in their own cars."Bang, bang!" Seeing that the car was about to accelerate and escape, the Soviet soldiers shot and aimed at the car's tires. Unfortunately, their shooting skills were not correct. The car was undamaged and accelerated away.When they ran here, they only saw Lyudmila lying on the ground in pain. They wanted to pull Lyudmila up, but Lyudmila shook her head and refused. She took a gun from their hands, aimed at the car tire, and then pulled the trigger."Bang!" At the moment when the bullet came out of the muzzle, Lyudmila felt that the broken ribs began to hurt again. As soon as her posture tilted, the bullet flew away.The car disappeared in the street ahead. Lyudmila shouted eagerly, "hurry up, there are more than a dozen of our sisters on it, who are being dragged and humiliated by the Germans. It's all our medical staff! "
