Chapter 1608 Standing to Die

"Attention, the countdown starts now." In the bombers, the navigators and bombardiers fixed their eyes on the bombing sights. The target was right in front of them. They must cast the highest precision. In particular, they must not thrown into the midst of your own army.

Squinting with one eye, staring at the sight with the other, and counting down from his mouth: "Ten, nine..."

When the count reached five, the bombardier hesitated for a fraction of a second. In the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters, no matter how high the magnification is, it is impossible to see the people clearly when zoomed in. He just thinks the target is very strange, as if it was an ant moving house. , there are many grass-yellow dots moving outward.

No matter how much, until the new target data is not issued, until the bombing order is revised, they can only strictly follow the current order.

"Three, two, one, bomb!"

The bomb bay door in the abdomen has been opened, and then, the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the bomb in the bomb bay has fallen down.

When the mission was over, they climbed and returned home. They didn't have to turn around at all, they just flew forward and returned home.

Run, run, run as far as possible.

Panting, Lyudmila heard a distant rumble, and her eyes were full of fear as she turned her head back.

The black bomber occupied her field of vision, and then, one after another, you could see huge bombs sliding down from the bomb bay in the belly, with beautiful curves. Go to your original position.

"Pfft." Lyudmila, whose legs were weak from running, no longer had the strength to run forward. She turned her head, and her legs were already kneeling on the grass.

"God, please bless their souls to ascend to heaven and gain eternal life."

When the Soviets were just established, superstitions were to be dismantled. Except for the belief in MLism, everything else had to be banned. However, after all, the Orthodox Church has been circulating in Russia for a long time. When the Great Patriotic War began, almost most people , still believe in God.

Hope God bless.

Lyudmila was praying for those who didn't get out, but she didn't know that her actions saved her life.

"Chichi." At this moment, on the small dirt slope behind him, there was a sound like a chainsaw, and one after another terrifying machine gun bullets poured frantically towards this side from the small dirt slope.

Several female fighters were knocked down in an instant. Once they were shot, there would be more than one bullet hole in their bodies, blood gurgled from their bodies, and they fell back weakly.

When he lay down, the blood stained the ground beneath his body, and slowly merged into a stream.

The timing of Lyudmila's kneeling was just right, and the bullet almost flew past her scalp, so Lyudmila made a gesture and fell down.

On the battlefield, playing dead is the behavior of the weak, and playing dead at the same time does not guarantee escape. In case the Germans like to crush corpses, the tanks will come up and they will still die.

But now, Lyudmila knows that she has no other choice, there is no danger here, there is no position here, and when they came, all the heavy weapons were thrown away.

To save her life first, she will have a better chance to kill the Germans. When she fell, she took off a grenade. If there are Germans to clean the battlefield, she can also pull on the back.

The gunshots sounded here, sweeping down a row in an instant, and when Hans's periscope turned over, he was instantly overjoyed: "That's a general, don't kill him, keep him alive!"

Generally speaking, when senior commanders go to the front line, they will not wear their rank insignia to prevent themselves from becoming the target of the opponent's snipers. If they are hit by a fluttering bullet like this, it will be the most wrongful death.

However, Zhukov was wearing his most handsome uniform, and even had medals on his chest.

For him, this is the last battle, and he knows that he will die, but he wants to die with dignity. As a Soviet soldier, as the supreme commander of Moscow, he was going to die generously, he was going to die great.

When he ordered to go out from the position and charge towards the enemy's position, Zhukov promptly took off his military uniform with medals outside, only wearing the inner shirt, and ran out with the others.

In this way, his identity was even more exposed.

The soldier who had been beaten on the front line was covered in mud, and his clothes were so dirty that he could not recognize the original color, but his body was clean, and the boots on his feet contained only scattered mud.

Such people must be high officials, or even generals.

It would be too cheap to kill him like this, better capture him alive!

"Understood." The loader replied, and lowered the machine gun in his hand slightly, and the dense bullets passed through the leg of the general who was about to retreat.

"Tweet Tweet." The bullet hit his legs, and Zhukov's body was no longer under control, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

At this time, the other people started to retreat under the fire of machine gun bullets, with bombs behind and machine guns in front, and they had nowhere to go.

And Zhukov's hand was fumbling around, and finally, he found a rifle. His hand was leaning on the rifle, and his two arms worked hard, and finally, he propped up his body again.

Zhukov stood up again, sweat dripping from his forehead. He had already seen the tank turret exposed behind the dirt slope. At this moment, a smile appeared on his face.

Zhukov puffed out his chest.

If you want to die, you must die standing up, never live on your knees!

"Shoot, Germans, shoot me!" Zhukov shouted loudly.

"Boom!" At this moment, there was a dull sound in the sky a few kilometers away, and the bomb that fell from the sky exploded for the first time.

With the explosion, a large fog-like mass spread over the position, dispersing toward the position, and toward the running crowd.

Running in the front, only Zhukov was still standing, he straightened his spine, he was going to die standing up!

"Don't shoot," Hans said. "When the bomb explodes, we'll go up and capture him."

Zhukov laughed. He laughed miserably. The Germans still dared not kill themselves.

In the laughter, Zhukov slowly groped from behind his body, groping, with his rifle leaning on his shoulder, it was very laborious, and the sweat on his forehead had dripped drop by drop.

When the hand stretched out again, there was an extra grenade there.

Want to capture yourself? no way! Zhukov opened his mouth and bit the rope.