Chapter 1589 the Soviet Union Lost

"Ah..." Someone suddenly exclaimed, the car hit several people from behind, crushed them under the wheel, the car bumped twice, and then continued to crash forward.

At this time, the people in front turned around and looked at the crazy car, so they all stepped aside.

The woman on the side looked at the open road and said to her man, "See? You have to use this energy to make them afraid of you. Isn't this road out of the way?"

The woman is very proud.

Valentin was not as proud as his wife. He saw the anger of the crowd around him. After this incident passed, he would face serious consequences, even if his wife had a background in Moscow, that would not work.

Moreover, it seems that Moscow is going to end now.

"Use stones!" At this moment, suddenly, there was a roar from the crowd.

"That's right, everyone runs together, why do you ride in a car and press people?"

Those who were behind had anger in their eyes. They looked at the innocent workers who were twitching on the ground after being hit in the back. Finally, they broke out.

Use stones!

They grabbed rocks from the ground and threw them hard at the car.

"Quick, speed up!" the woman shouted loudly.

The car is open-top.

Like other vehicles, because of the shortage of supplies during the war, and in order to jump out of the car during an air raid, the vehicles here are all open-top, so stones can be easily thrown from behind.

"Crack!" A stone hit the only windshield in front of the car, and the glass cracked. In an instant, Valentin couldn't see anything clearly. When he stuck his head out, he was shocked and quickly stepped on it. Stopped the brakes.

The road ahead was just about to turn, but he didn't see it. As a result, although the car had been braked, it was still rushing forward!

"You idiot, how did you drive?" The woman exclaimed, and then the front wheel of the car got stuck. Valentin stepped on the accelerator, but didn't move.

Seeing their appearance, the workers around them raised their middle fingers one after another. If they hadn't run for their lives in a hurry, they really wanted to go up and beat them.

"Hey, you guys, come here and give me a push," Valentin shouted loudly.

In the past, as a senior leader in the factory, he was naturally calling for wind and rain. As long as he shouted, dozens of young men would immediately come over to help him push the cart, but now, everyone regards his shouting as fart.

If it wasn't for the time crunch, I'd beat you to death!

"Comrade Molotov, are you really not going to leave?" At this time, the office just now became empty, leaving only Molotov and Kucherenko.

Hearing Kucherenko's question, Molotov shook his head: "Yes, how can I go?"

Outside, the crowd was crowded like a tide. It was just on the side of the office. From a distance, you could see Valentin's atrocities. At this time, Molotov had a deep sadness in his heart.

If he ordered to retreat immediately after receiving the flyer, it would be safe now. Because of his reasons, a considerable number of people may not be spared, and he must be responsible.

At the same time, he ordered the retreat without reporting to his superiors, which was a serious violation of discipline. Therefore, no matter what the outcome was, Ke Jing, the villain, would not let himself go.

Under such circumstances, Molotov was reluctant to leave. Should he be made to scramble with the workers like Valentin? Leave the hope of living to the workers, yourself, and be responsible for it.

At the same time, there is sadness in his heart. It is conceivable that the factory will be reduced to ashes in a few minutes, which seems to herald the end of the empire. The Red Empire is only 30 years old, and it will usher in its demise. It's time.

Just let yourself go with the empire.

"No, Comrade Molotov, you are the best Soviet tank designer. We want to counterattack without the tanks you designed. You can't be pessimistic now. As long as we are here, the Soviets will not perish." Kutze Lenko said: "In the factory, there is also a Po-2 aircraft, you can take it to leave."

The Po-2 aircraft is a small and flexible aircraft with a wide range of uses. Now, due to lack of fuel, the Po-2 aircraft has never flown away after it flew to the factory to transport a batch of design drawings half a month ago. , left it here, and now, Kuchelenko knows that if he said it earlier, there would definitely be disputes. After all, the plane can only take two people, such as Valentin, who will definitely grab the plane and run away.

Now, there are only the two of them left, and Kucherenko will also fly, just to go with Molotov.

Molotov shook his head: "It's too late, the Soviets are about to perish. Even if we have the intention to design the plane, we are incapable of it!"

Once the entire industrial area of ​​the Ural Mountains is blown up, the Soviets will no longer have the possibility to turn around. This is the most cruel.

In the past, the Soviets had very strict protection of the industrial area here, and deployed a group of high-altitude fighter jets, in case the German bombers would blow up, but as Germany threatened to blow up Moscow, the fighter jets were all transferred away. .

The Germans are too cunning, and that Cyric is an invincible opponent.

Soviet Union, lost.

Molotov looked out the window, and in the sky in the distance, the sound of bombers had already been heard.

The bomber is here!

With the sound of rumbling in the sky, the people on the ground suddenly became even more frightened. They spread their feet and ran wildly towards the foot of the mountain.

Aunt Diana even stood up from the seat, pedaling hard, and she rode the bicycle very fast.

"Come here, come and save us." This is, Valentin's wife also collapsed, she sat in the car and burst into tears: "You people, how can you watch our weak mother and son die? ."

She was still in the image of a dominatrix just now, but now she has become weak. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.

She howled and looked to the side, only to realize that Valentin was no longer there. He also spread his legs, left their mother and son behind, and ran forward in the crowd.

In the sky, the bomber was still flying forward.

"Three, two, one, drop the bomb!" Carl counted down and put his finger on the bomb button after counting to zero.

"Boom." The bomb in the bomb bay left the pylon and swayed downwards.

Its whereabouts heralded the destruction of the factories below.