Chapter 1801 Telecommunications Fraud

The soldier called Vinokov was a bespectacled private, and no one knew what his past experiences were. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜ReadМ

I just heard that this guy used to be a literate and bitter person who liked to write nonsense things to denounce the darkness and vent his emotions. As a result, he accidentally overwrote and was arrested and thrown into prison. He was sentenced to three years of reform through labor and had to reflect on it. .

No, with the fighting on the frontline in full swing, Vinokov, who was very active in labor reform and performed well, was released from prison with a reduced sentence one year early, but it came at a price. The price is that he has to put on a military uniform and join the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War to fight for the country until he wins the final victory for the motherland, and all the past events are forgotten.

Vinokoff, who gladly accepted the conditions of commutation and release from prison, is a smart man. In other words, he had already realized during his time in the labor camp what he should do to completely "change his mind" after he was released.

Vernokov, who actively studied German and mastered a skill for himself, soon became a "professional" in the class.

Other comrades in the class knew that Vinokov, who was assigned as a supplementary recruit, was quite capable. He could write words, sentences, and articles, and he also taught himself German and was proficient in it. He was a talent.

As for the things he's done in the past, well, come on, who hasn't made some mistakes in the past? He is still a good comrade if he corrects his mistakes after he realizes them. What's more, is this man still a comrade who lives with him day and night?

Vinokov, who was wearing small round glasses like Beria's, nodded when he heard the order, then held the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and threw it over his shoulder and put it behind his back. He went to the table and grabbed the microphone that was still ringing and making random noises just now. He pressed the call button and spoke quietly.

"There's something wrong with the machine. I didn't hear you clearly just now. Please repeat."

Since the German guys on the opposite side can still send calls and shout loudly, it means that they don't know that the German guys in the bunker have already gone west and been swept away. Taking advantage of this to deceive these bastards on the opposite side is obviously a person. pretty good idea.

"What? Why didn't anyone answer the call for so long? Forget it, it's not important. We need new coordinates for bombardment. If bombardment can be carried out, please report to us immediately! Hurry up!"

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Vinokov, holding the radio transmitter in his hand, was noncommittal, and the platoon leader standing next to him kept asking questions.

"What did the Kraut say?"

"They want to bombard the coordinates and ask us to report them immediately. How should I answer them?"

"Coordinates of bombardment???"

After hearing such an answer, the platoon leader was stunned for a moment. After a sudden flash of inspiration, he came back to his senses and figured out the truth that troubled him. In addition, this damn place was a German artillery observation post, serving as eyes for those cannons that were just hanging on the way to the charge and blasting themselves into the sky.

In this way, everything can be explained. The Germans did not hesitate to build this place so hidden and troublesome, and also left two machine guns and at least two squads of manpower to watch the door in the dark. .

Comrade platoon leader, who figured out what happened, was so angry that this disgusting German artilleryman almost killed him. If the IS6 hadn't accelerated the charge quickly enough, he would have been killed by this disgusting German artilleryman. Bai Laijin has to be handed over to the battlefield today. I can't wait to eat these German artillerymen alive immediately. This is the most real thought at this moment.

However, some things are just something you can just think about, but what you should actually do is another matter.

After thinking about it carefully, the platoon leader had an idea and quietly spoke.

"Do you understand artillery terminology?"

The two stared at each other, and Vinokov, who was completely caught off guard by the question, shook his head in confusion.

"No, I don't understand."

Are you kidding me? I was a newspaper editor before I started fighting with guns. I learned all the work of infantry and applied it immediately. How could I possibly understand the professional terminology of artillery? If you ask me to point out what a breech block is, I can’t point it out correctly.

Of course, comrade platoon leader didn't know what Vinokov was muttering in his mind at the moment, but time was tight and the need to find a solution quickly was an obvious top priority. The platoon leader, who could no longer think anymore, quickly issued the order. .

"No matter what, tell them directly! Let's fire one kilometer behind the observation post. Just tell the Red Army that the Russian assault force has already reached here. If we don't fire, it will be too late. Even our observation post is surrounded. I can’t hold on any longer and I’m about to fall. My tone is urgent and urgent. Act like this. Say it quickly!”

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Are you treating a German guy as a fool at this time? Will this work?

Vinokov was not sure, but he did not dare to disobey the platoon leader's order. He knew that he was now serving a crime, and if something went wrong, he might have to go back to continue the labor reform. He didn't want to do it again even if he died. Go back to that damn place.

No matter what the outcome is, let’s deal with the current hurdle first! With such thoughts in his mind, Vinokov pressed the call button again and repeated what the platoon leader asked him to relay in German as usual. During the whole process, he was accompanied by an extremely urgent voice and screamed at the top of his lungs, which almost made the patient suck. He used all his strength.

Soon, the voice on the other end of the radio answered.

"What? Are you sure? We are all there, and the Russians' assault is so fast!?"

Vinokov tried his best to act as if the situation was urgent, and he didn't even have time to relay the question to the platoon leader. He was so excited that he decided the answer by himself.

"Fire, fire! Fire quickly! Fire at the coordinates, the Russians are coming in, fire quickly!!!"

Under the dumbfounded gazes of his comrades around him, who didn't understand what he was doing, Vinokov, with a painful expression, held the microphone in one hand and covered his chest with the other hand as if he was shot, and slowly crouched down at the table, watching "only his last breath left, and he will not live long".

No one could understand what Vinokov was shouting, but they knew that he looked like a stage actor, so vivid and lifelike that those who didn't know would really think that this guy was shot and fell to the ground or had a sudden illness.

"What are you doing? What happened? What's going on?"

The confused platoon leader asked hurriedly, and Vinokov, who had finished his performance, stood up and replied immediately.

"I tried my best to deceive these Germans and do what you said, but I don't know if it will work, Comrade Platoon Leader."

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The platoon leader, who didn't know what to say, hadn't finished thinking before a sudden and violent shocking artillery sound suddenly came and rang in his ears.

The platoon leader, who heard the sudden movement, didn't have time to think about it. He hurriedly led his men out of the bunker gap that was blown open and looked out. He saw that the German deep position in the west was already full of smoke and dust, and was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire amidst the loud noises.