Chapter 1588 Three Echelons

Junkers -290 bomber fleet.

Either do not do it, or do it absolutely, the dispatch of the bomber force is huge this time.

There were more than 200 Junkers-290 bombers, and they were divided into two groups, about fifteen minutes apart. Such grouping, of course, makes sense.

To ensure the effect of the bombing, if the first group of bombers did not destroy all the targets, the second group of bombers just came up to replenish the bombs.

Different from the previous bombing, it used to be a carpet, and after the past, all became ruins, and even the whole city was razed to the ground.

But now, their goal is not to raze the Soviet cities in the Ural Mountains, but to blow up their industrial areas.

They only need to fly this time. When they reach the Ural Mountains, they will continue to fly north along the mountains and blow up all the Soviet factories along the way. It can be said that the areas where the reconnaissance planes in front of them threw leaflets will all be One does not land for bombing.

The Soviets wanted to bomb Munich, Germany, but it was a very suffocating action, enough to make the Luftwaffe laugh at it, let's see how Germany did it!

In addition to the Junkers-290 bombers, there are almost the same number of FW190 fighters, which have added auxiliary fuel tanks as members of this escort formation.

However, flying all the way, there was no decent battle at all.

Along the way, the gates of the Soviets were wide open. At a height of 12,500 meters, no anti-aircraft artillery could reach them. At the same time, there were no high-altitude fighter jets to challenge.

This made the pilots of the escort formation complain. Now, some of the German ace pilots have already shot down fifty victories. However, recently, the pilots who are eager to fight have not been able to win battles at all, and there are almost no The Soviet rookie came up to die.

The same goes for this voyage.

The huge formation was flying in the clear sky, and the daytime was the most suitable for high-altitude bombing.

"Attention, the front is about to arrive at Nizhny Tagil, assigned according to the target, by the 002 to 008 crews." In a leading bomber, the commander of the mission, Axet, shouted loudly.

Following his order, in the formation, seven Junkers-290 bombers flew out and flew towards the target.

On the leading No. 002 bomber, the navigator and bombardier Carl put his eyes on the precise sights. At the same time, the airborne radar began to measure the speed, and finally all the data were collected together. There is only one target, that is, precision bombing!

At this time, there were undulating mountains and lush trees in Carl's sights. Before coming, he had studied the aeronautical charts repeatedly. Now, they are stably on the final bombing route.

When the mountain disappeared, he had entered the east of the mountain, and then, rows of factories appeared in his sights.

All kinds of advance have been calculated, just waiting for the last moment.

"Thirty seconds countdown." Carl shouted, his hand on the throwing button, with a look of trembling with excitement.

"Run, run!"

At this time, on the ground, a large number of workers were running away to survive.

There are very few cars in the factory. After all, vehicles need to burn oil. Now the Soviets are in short supply of fuel.

They can only rely on two legs to run the 10-kilometer road. Even the world's highest performance takes about twenty-five minutes, while the average athlete takes about forty minutes.

Those who ran on two legs only ran two or three kilometers away when the bomber overhead flew in.

Farther than them, it is by bicycle.

In this era, bicycles are also the main means of transportation, and even some troops have established bicycle troops, which do not consume fuel, do not eat grass, run neatly, can walk on mountain roads, and can carry them in the water, which is quite good. .

Ordinary families can own bicycles. Most people in the factory have bicycles, but they may not be able to remember them at critical times.

The factory area and the dormitory are almost next to each other, and the work is almost walking, and there are not many bicycles.

Aunt Diana was one of the smart people. After seeing that she was going to retreat ten kilometers away, she was moved.

Run, if you don't run at this time, isn't that a fool?

She ran back to the dormitory, got on her bike, and when the factory's order came, she had already run through the factory gate.

The plump Aunt Diana, riding on the bicycle, pedaled hard with her legs. Because of her short legs, when she was pedaling down, she had to bend her toes and twist her ass.

The car also twisted and twisted, and when she heard the sound from the factory horn, she felt even more gusty under her feet.

Her back is soaked, and she is a burly figure, riding a bicycle, the bicycle is constantly trembling under her crotch, moaning, and it seems that she can die suddenly due to too much exercise at any time.

If you look at it from the sky, it looks like a marathon. Aunt Diana rushes to the front and drops the people behind for a full kilometer. The people behind are also riding bicycles. They are in the second echelon and are scattered. The triangle, at the back, is a larger group of workers running on foot.

When they ran out and saw the bicycles in the second echelon in front of them, they all woke up and secretly scolded themselves stupid, why didn't they know how to ride a bicycle?

But it must be too late to go back to ride now, and they can't go back either. There are people running out on the road. Could they go back against the flow of people?

Therefore, they can only run hard, and the half of the bread in their stomachs has long been digested. Now, they are running completely relying on a survival instinct.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" At this moment, a loud shout came from behind.

A Gorky car started out from inside! The car's engine rumbled, and the people in the car stuck their heads out and shouted loudly.

Valentin was sitting in the driver's seat, worried. He was surrounded by his wife and children. When the factory retreated, he brought out his wife and children. Moreover, he used his power to secretly leave some leftovers. Gasoline, now, these have come in handy, he can take his wife and children away.

However, the road ahead has long been blocked.

"Bump over, or we'll all die!" Beside him, his wife shouted loudly, her eyes red.

"Are you crazy?" Valentin asked.

"What are these untouchables, you are not cruel now, both my son and I will die!" the woman shouted.

Valentin gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator.