Chapter 1606: 1606
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"Note, now count down." In one bomber after another, the navigator and the bomber all fixed their eyes on the bombing sight. The target was right in front of them. They must throw it with the highest accuracy. In particular, they must not throw it among their own troops.
One eye narrowed, the other eye stared at the sight, and his mouth kept counting down: "ten, nine..."
When counting to five, the bomber hesitated for 0.1 second. No matter how high the magnification is, it is impossible to see people one by one. It just feels that the target is very strange, like ants moving, and there are many grass yellow points moving outward.
No matter how much, before the new target data is issued and the bombing order is modified, they can only strictly follow the current order.
"Three, two, one, drop the bomb!"
The door of the bomb compartment in the abdomen had been opened, and then the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the bomb in the bomb compartment had fallen slowly.
At the end of the mission, they climb and return. They don't have to turn around at all. They just fly forward and return.
Run, run, the farther you run, the safer you are.
Panting Lyudmila heard the rumble in the distance. When she turned her head back, her eyes were full of fear.
The dark bombers occupied her vision. Then, you can see huge bombs sliding down from the belly of the aircraft, with a beautiful curve. Move towards your original position.
"Poop." Lyudmila, whose legs had softened, had no strength to run forward. She turned her head and knelt on the grass.
"God, please bless their souls to heaven and eternal life."
When the Soviet Union was just established, it was necessary to get rid of superstition. In addition to believing in ML doctrine, everything else should be banned. However, after all, the Orthodox Church has been circulating in Russia for a long time. When the patriotic war began, almost most people still believe in God.
God bless you.
Lyudmila prayed for those who couldn't run out, but she didn't know what she did and saved her life.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss." Just then, on the small earth slope behind him, there came the sound of a chainsaw, and terrible machine gun bullets poured frantically from the small earth slope.
Several female soldiers were knocked down in an instant. Once they were shot, they had more than one bullet hole in their bodies, blood gushed out of their bodies, and they leaned back powerlessly.
When lying down, the blood dyed the land under the body red and slowly merged into a stream.
Lyudmila knelt at the right time. The bullet almost wiped her scalp. So Lyudmila acted and fell down.
On the battlefield, pretending to be dead is the behavior of the weak. At the same time, pretending to be dead can not guarantee escape. In case the Germans like to crush the bodies and the tanks drive up, they will still die.
But now, Lyudmila knew that she had no other choice. There was no danger to defend here. There was no position here. When they ran, all their heavy weapons were left behind.
Only by saving her life can she have a better chance to kill the Germans. When she fell, she took off a grenade. If the Germans came to clean the battlefield, she could also take a cushion.
The gunfire sounded here and swept down a row in an instant. When Hans's periscope turned around, it was a joy: "that's a general. Don't kill him and leave him alive!"
Generally speaking, when senior commanders go to the front line, they will not wear their own rank mark to prevent them from becoming the target of the other sniper. In this way, they will be most wronged if they are hit by a light bullet.
However, Zhukov wore his most handsome military uniform and even hung medals on his chest.
It was the last battle for him. He knew he would die, but he wanted to die in a dignified way. As a Soviet soldier and the supreme commander of Moscow, he will die generously and die a great death.
When he ordered to go out of the position and charge the enemy's position, Zhukov took off his military uniform with medals on the outside in time, only wearing his shirt on the inside, and ran out with others.
In this way, his identity was even more exposed.
The soldiers who fought in the front line were covered with mud, and their clothes were too dirty to recognize the original color, but his body was very clean, and there were only sporadic mud on his boots.
Such a person must be a senior official or even a general.
If you kill him like this, it's too cheap. You'd better catch him alive!
"I see." The loader answered, slightly lowering his machine gun, and the dense bullets passed through the legs of the general who was about to retreat.
"Tweet, tweet." The bullet hit his legs. Zhukov's body was no longer under control. He fell to the ground at once.
At this time, the others began to retreat under the shooting of machine gun bullets. Behind them were bombs and in front of them were machine guns. They had no way to go.
Zhukov's hand was groping around. Finally, he touched a rifle. His hand was leaning on the rifle. His two arms worked hard. Finally, he supported his body again.
Zhukov stood up again. Sweat came out of his forehead. He had seen the tank turret exposed behind the earth slope. At this time, a smile appeared on his face.
Zhukov puffed up his chest.
To die, you must die standing, never kneeling!
"Shoot, German, shoot me!" Cried Zhukov loudly.
"Boom!" At this time, a dull sound occurred in the sky a few kilometers away. The bomb falling from the sky exploded for the first time.
With the explosion, large fog like things spread over the position, scattered towards the position and towards the running crowd.
Zhukov was the only one standing in front. He straightened his spine. He wanted to stand and die!
"Don't shoot." Hans said, "when the bomb explodes, we'll go up and capture him."
Zhukov smiled. He smiled sadly. The Germans still didn't dare to kill themselves.
In the laughter, Zhukov slowly groped from behind his body. His shoulder was leaning on a rifle. It took a lot of effort. The sweat on his forehead had dripped down.
When the hand reached out again, there was already a grenade there.
Want to capture yourself? no way! Zhukov opened his mouth and bit the rope.
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"Note, now count down." In one bomber after another, the navigator and the bomber all fixed their eyes on the bombing sight. The target was right in front of them. They must throw it with the highest accuracy. In particular, they must not throw it among their own troops.
One eye narrowed, the other eye stared at the sight, and his mouth kept counting down: "ten, nine..."
When counting to five, the bomber hesitated for 0.1 second. No matter how high the magnification is, it is impossible to see people one by one. It just feels that the target is very strange, like ants moving, and there are many grass yellow points moving outward.
No matter how much, before the new target data is issued and the bombing order is modified, they can only strictly follow the current order.
"Three, two, one, drop the bomb!"
The door of the bomb compartment in the abdomen had been opened, and then the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the bomb in the bomb compartment had fallen slowly.
At the end of the mission, they climb and return. They don't have to turn around at all. They just fly forward and return.
Run, run, the farther you run, the safer you are.
Panting Lyudmila heard the rumble in the distance. When she turned her head back, her eyes were full of fear.
The dark bombers occupied her vision. Then, you can see huge bombs sliding down from the belly of the aircraft, with a beautiful curve. Move towards your original position.
"Poop." Lyudmila, whose legs had softened, had no strength to run forward. She turned her head and knelt on the grass.
"God, please bless their souls to heaven and eternal life."
When the Soviet Union was just established, it was necessary to get rid of superstition. In addition to believing in ML doctrine, everything else should be banned. However, after all, the Orthodox Church has been circulating in Russia for a long time. When the patriotic war began, almost most people still believe in God.
God bless you.
Lyudmila prayed for those who couldn't run out, but she didn't know what she did and saved her life.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss." Just then, on the small earth slope behind him, there came the sound of a chainsaw, and terrible machine gun bullets poured frantically from the small earth slope.
Several female soldiers were knocked down in an instant. Once they were shot, they had more than one bullet hole in their bodies, blood gushed out of their bodies, and they leaned back powerlessly.
When lying down, the blood dyed the land under the body red and slowly merged into a stream.
Lyudmila knelt at the right time. The bullet almost wiped her scalp. So Lyudmila acted and fell down.
On the battlefield, pretending to be dead is the behavior of the weak. At the same time, pretending to be dead can not guarantee escape. In case the Germans like to crush the bodies and the tanks drive up, they will still die.
But now, Lyudmila knew that she had no other choice. There was no danger to defend here. There was no position here. When they ran, all their heavy weapons were left behind.
Only by saving her life can she have a better chance to kill the Germans. When she fell, she took off a grenade. If the Germans came to clean the battlefield, she could also take a cushion.
The gunfire sounded here and swept down a row in an instant. When Hans's periscope turned around, it was a joy: "that's a general. Don't kill him and leave him alive!"
Generally speaking, when senior commanders go to the front line, they will not wear their own rank mark to prevent them from becoming the target of the other sniper. In this way, they will be most wronged if they are hit by a light bullet.
However, Zhukov wore his most handsome military uniform and even hung medals on his chest.
It was the last battle for him. He knew he would die, but he wanted to die in a dignified way. As a Soviet soldier and the supreme commander of Moscow, he will die generously and die a great death.
When he ordered to go out of the position and charge the enemy's position, Zhukov took off his military uniform with medals on the outside in time, only wearing his shirt on the inside, and ran out with others.
In this way, his identity was even more exposed.
The soldiers who fought in the front line were covered with mud, and their clothes were too dirty to recognize the original color, but his body was very clean, and there were only sporadic mud on his boots.
Such a person must be a senior official or even a general.
If you kill him like this, it's too cheap. You'd better catch him alive!
"I see." The loader answered, slightly lowering his machine gun, and the dense bullets passed through the legs of the general who was about to retreat.
"Tweet, tweet." The bullet hit his legs. Zhukov's body was no longer under control. He fell to the ground at once.
At this time, the others began to retreat under the shooting of machine gun bullets. Behind them were bombs and in front of them were machine guns. They had no way to go.
Zhukov's hand was groping around. Finally, he touched a rifle. His hand was leaning on the rifle. His two arms worked hard. Finally, he supported his body again.
Zhukov stood up again. Sweat came out of his forehead. He had seen the tank turret exposed behind the earth slope. At this time, a smile appeared on his face.
Zhukov puffed up his chest.
To die, you must die standing, never kneeling!
"Shoot, German, shoot me!" Cried Zhukov loudly.
"Boom!" At this time, a dull sound occurred in the sky a few kilometers away. The bomb falling from the sky exploded for the first time.
With the explosion, large fog like things spread over the position, scattered towards the position and towards the running crowd.
Zhukov was the only one standing in front. He straightened his spine. He wanted to stand and die!
"Don't shoot." Hans said, "when the bomb explodes, we'll go up and capture him."
Zhukov smiled. He smiled sadly. The Germans still didn't dare to kill themselves.
In the laughter, Zhukov slowly groped from behind his body. His shoulder was leaning on a rifle. It took a lot of effort. The sweat on his forehead had dripped down.
When the hand reached out again, there was already a grenade there.
Want to capture yourself? no way! Zhukov opened his mouth and bit the rope.
"Note, now count down." In one bomber after another, the navigator and the bomber all fixed their eyes on the bombing sight. The target was right in front of them. They must throw it with the highest accuracy. In particular, they must not throw it among their own troops.One eye narrowed, the other eye stared at the sight, and his mouth kept counting down: "ten, nine..."When counting to five, the bomber hesitated for 0.1 second. No matter how high the magnification is, it is impossible to see people one by one. It just feels that the target is very strange, like ants moving, and there are many grass yellow points moving outward.No matter how much, before the new target data is issued and the bombing order is modified, they can only strictly follow the current order."Three, two, one, drop the bomb!"The door of the bomb compartment in the abdomen had been opened, and then the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the bomb in the bomb compartment had fallen slowly.At the end of the mission, they climb and return. They don't have to turn around at all. They just fly forward and return.Run, run, the farther you run, the safer you are.Panting Lyudmila heard the rumble in the distance. When she turned her head back, her eyes were full of fear.The dark bombers occupied her vision. Then, you can see huge bombs sliding down from the belly of the aircraft, with a beautiful curve. Move towards your original position."Poop." Lyudmila, whose legs had softened, had no strength to run forward. She turned her head and knelt on the grass."God, please bless their souls to heaven and eternal life."When the Soviet Union was just established, it was necessary to get rid of superstition. In addition to believing in ML doctrine, everything else should be banned. However, after all, the Orthodox Church has been circulating in Russia for a long time. When the patriotic war began, almost most people still believe in God.God bless you.Lyudmila prayed for those who couldn't run out, but she didn't know what she did and saved her life."Hiss, hiss, hiss." Just then, on the small earth slope behind him, there came the sound of a chainsaw, and terrible machine gun bullets poured frantically from the small earth slope.Several female soldiers were knocked down in an instant. Once they were shot, they had more than one bullet hole in their bodies, blood gushed out of their bodies, and they leaned back powerlessly.When lying down, the blood dyed the land under the body red and slowly merged into a stream.Lyudmila knelt at the right time. The bullet almost wiped her scalp. So Lyudmila acted and fell down.On the battlefield, pretending to be dead is the behavior of the weak. At the same time, pretending to be dead can not guarantee escape. In case the Germans like to crush the bodies and the tanks drive up, they will still die.But now, Lyudmila knew that she had no other choice. There was no danger to defend here. There was no position here. When they ran, all their heavy weapons were left behind.Only by saving her life can she have a better chance to kill the Germans. When she fell, she took off a grenade. If the Germans came to clean the battlefield, she could also take a cushion.The gunfire sounded here and swept down a row in an instant. When Hans's periscope turned around, it was a joy: "that's a general. Don't kill him and leave him alive!"Generally speaking, when senior commanders go to the front line, they will not wear their own rank mark to prevent them from becoming the target of the other sniper. In this way, they will be most wronged if they are hit by a light bullet.However, Zhukov wore his most handsome military uniform and even hung medals on his chest.It was the last battle for him. He knew he would die, but he wanted to die in a dignified way. As a Soviet soldier and the supreme commander of Moscow, he will die generously and die a great death.When he ordered to go out of the position and charge the enemy's position, Zhukov took off his military uniform with medals on the outside in time, only wearing his shirt on the inside, and ran out with others.In this way, his identity was even more exposed.The soldiers who fought in the front line were covered with mud, and their clothes were too dirty to recognize the original color, but his body was very clean, and there were only sporadic mud on his boots.Such a person must be a senior official or even a general.If you kill him like this, it's too cheap. You'd better catch him alive!"I see." The loader answered, slightly lowering his machine gun, and the dense bullets passed through the legs of the general who was about to retreat."Tweet, tweet." The bullet hit his legs. Zhukov's body was no longer under control. He fell to the ground at once.At this time, the others began to retreat under the shooting of machine gun bullets. Behind them were bombs and in front of them were machine guns. They had no way to go.Zhukov's hand was groping around. Finally, he touched a rifle. His hand was leaning on the rifle. His two arms worked hard. Finally, he supported his body again.Zhukov stood up again. Sweat came out of his forehead. He had seen the tank turret exposed behind the earth slope. At this time, a smile appeared on his face.Zhukov puffed up his chest.To die, you must die standing, never kneeling!"Shoot, German, shoot me!" Cried Zhukov loudly."Boom!" At this time, a dull sound occurred in the sky a few kilometers away. The bomb falling from the sky exploded for the first time.With the explosion, large fog like things spread over the position, scattered towards the position and towards the running crowd.Zhukov was the only one standing in front. He straightened his spine. He wanted to stand and die!"Don't shoot." Hans said, "when the bomb explodes, we'll go up and capture him."Zhukov smiled. He smiled sadly. The Germans still didn't dare to kill themselves.In the laughter, Zhukov slowly groped from behind his body. His shoulder was leaning on a rifle. It took a lot of effort. The sweat on his forehead had dripped down.When the hand reached out again, there was already a grenade there.Want to capture yourself? no way! Zhukov opened his mouth and bit the rope.
