While the helicopter gunship was hovering near the ground, the twelve Soviet Red Army soldiers on board were freezing in the cold wind. This is a task that they are supposed to accomplish. They knew, of course, that their commander was sitting on top of the helicopter when the biting cold wind blew across their cheeks, drinking wine they couldn't drink. The soldiers complained about such unequal treatment, but they did not dare to say it, because the device they carried on their body would record everything they said and did, and only the officers had the right to choose not to wear it.

A soldier in a light brown-yellow military uniform sat on the front cover of a car, sniffing with a very ugly "sigh".

"Dude, I'm a little, I miss my daughter a little......"

"I still miss my wife, everyone is the same."

His companion said in a mocking tone, which angered the man with his nose.

"I, I'm not like you! The last time I went home was at this time last year, and I was given three days off, and she was only a month old when she was born, and now she is almost a year old, and so is my wife, who works as a nurse in a hospital in Moscow, and the last time I called was a month and a half ago, and I don't know how she was, whether she was sent to the front, and I told her that if she was to be sent to the front, she must try to persuade the person in charge of this to send her here...... The last time you went back was two months ago! What do you think? Your little wife under 20 years old is very annoying, isn't she? Isn't it? ”

"Really." His companion smiled "hehe", "The night I got home, she hugged me as soon as I entered the door, and after that, hehe......"

His companion took out a white envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"The letter I just sent yesterday said that she was pregnant, and there were two pairs of insoles she made with her own hands."

"Fuck !!"

The man who slipped his nose snorted hard, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with his situation.

"Over there, stop arguing and do what you have to do."

The comrades-in-arms behind them knocked on the roof of the car and said as if laughing at themselves:

"You two are much luckier than me, my wife doesn't know how to be born yet."

"Haha! You're going to be a bachelor for the rest of your life! ”

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the single man subconsciously lifted his pants up.

"How long are we going to stay here, and this weather should be in the tavern on the street, order two large glasses of wine, and then drink it all night!"

"Who the fuck doesn't want to drink all night in this weather, we're just here and waiting for those flies to run out of fuel and go back to their nest!"

"Yes, those cowards, I don't know where to flee! That guy named Sirodov has to come here! ”

"Hey, you kid, forgot that my surname is Sirodov?"

Bored soldiers want to have some fun, so they find a great treasure in an abandoned car.

"Hey! See what I found? The single man waved his right hand, "A cushion!" Right in this car! I bet this one is the real thing! ”

"I've got that too!"

The soldiers happily participated in the treasure hunt, and the operation quickly developed from three people to all members. They exchanged loot with each other, completely forgetting what they were wearing around their necks.

"Why, these cars are not locked? And this window pane ......."

The single man muttered his doubts softly, but his eyes were attracted by the perfume in front of the dashboard in the car in front of him.

Just as he was about to reach for the red bottle, he felt something pass through his body. Then, with severe pain, a stream of blood gushed up from the throat. Seeing this, his companion in the car next to him didn't look at the single man who had been beaten into a sieve by bullets, and closed the door that had just been opened.

Just before closing the car door, he saw a blue-white lightning bolt cut through the sky and hit the helicopter over his head.

Sir, they were out of help, that was his second thought, and his first thought was to confirm the thickness of the doors.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the bullet clanged on the car door but didn't penetrate. Although the quality of civilian cars produced in the new Soviet Union was not comparable to that of other countries, every part of the car was stamped with steel. In particular, the doors are made of solid steel plates to prevent this from happening.

He heard the clanging of the car door become thinner, so he took off his hat and raised it slightly, and it was immediately lifted from his hand.

"There are three people on your right-hand side, ten meters away! One is aiming at you! Boy, seven of us are trapped in a bus, there are at least twenty of them, and none of us will try to escape from here if you don't do anything about it! ”

Through communication, there was only so much his comrades could help him, but it was enough. He ripped off a grenade, estimated the distance, and pulled the safe.

"Damn, well done! Those three are all finished! …… Be careful! ”

He immediately covered his ears, and a second later, a loud bang rang out near the car. After the loud bang, he poked his head out almost immediately.

There was no one in sight, except for the flickering flames of gunfire in the distance. He raised his gun and pointed it at the spot where the three had just fallen. Seconds later, two people poked their heads out from under the highway, apparently trying to confirm the effects of the explosion.

How could he have given them this opportunity, and two more people fell under his gun.

Ecstasy rushed through his brain, and he shot a few more shots at the corpses of the two men, just in case.

His last feeling was that something hit his heart from behind.

"Hey! Feed! Can you hear ME? Can you hear ME? …… Damn, it's another one! ”

"The people out there are dead, right?"

"It's dead, right...... What do you want? ”

"I'm surrendering!"

The conversation between the two immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers in the whole car.

"You bastard! Do you dare to surrender? If I were that Sirodov, I would have the power to shoot you right now! ”

"I still have a daughter who is almost a year old! And a wife who works as a nurse in a hospital in Moscow! I can't die here! ”

"Me too! I also have a wife who just got pregnant...... Please spare us! There is still a way to survive if you surrender! ”

On one side is the sound of clamour, and on the other is the voice of pleading.

Bullets rained down on the bus, and the soldiers could only huddle in the bus near the ground.

"Hmph, then you can try? Don't forget where this is! This is our Motherland! ”

"Fuck the motherland! I'm going to see my wife! ”

The shouting men threw their guns on the ground and unarmed them one by one. Then, with his hands raised, he walked to the open door.

I saw his body freeze at the car door, keep shaking, and fall backwards. Bullets came from both directions, leaving his body full of holes left by the shot. He died with his eyes open.

"Haha, go to the underworld to meet your wife! This is our motherland, our land, and even if you surrender, they will not accept you! ”

A grenade was thrown through the window in the rear of the car, and a soldier tried to pick it up and throw it back. The grenade exploded in his hand, and the soldier himself was blown up in a blur of flesh, but saved the lives of the other soldiers. The surviving soldiers carried the bodies that had saved their lives to the windows and used them as sandbags.

"Bastards, are they already so close...... Counterattack! Throw out everything we have with us and everything we can throw away! ”

The sound of explosions resounded over the road, and the clanging of bullets on the car subsided a little. But in less than a minute, they were back, and even more violent.

Another soldier was hit by a grenade that was picked up, and the grenade exploded in mid-air not far from the window, and the soldier who picked it up was blown up beyond recognition.

"For Soviet !!"

A soldier roared and rushed out the door. The sound of the automatic rifle went silent after two seconds.

"For the !! of our Motherland"

Another soldier bravely stood up from under the window and fired out of the window. The bullet hit him in the head, and white blood gushed out of the back of his head.

There were only two people left alive in the car.

"Don't! My wife just got pregnant! I can't ...... yet."

Shots rang out, and one of them fell, the same one who had fired the same shot that had forcefully refuted the surrenderers.

"We Soviet soldiers...... There are no such cowards......"

His back and chest were covered in shrapnel, his face was covered in fresh blood, and his light brown shirt was stained crimson with the blood of his companions and his own.

He struggled and crawled from under his seat to the door, the only weapon he had now raised.

He grinned sinisterly and pointed his pistol at the man-high position at the door.

There was silence all around, and another grenade was thrown into the back of the carriage, which he did not pick up, and lay quietly in that position, motionless.

The sound of enemy footsteps came from far and near, and he knew that his last chance was coming.

An enemy tentatively fired two shots into the car door, and when he thought there was no one, he stepped inside.

"For Soviet !!"

The man lying on the ground opened fire, shooting through the head of the reckless man.

Knowing that he had been discovered, he crawled to the door as best he could, shooting out of it.

"For, Soviet !!"

In the end, he was stabbed and killed by an enemy who climbed up from the driver's window behind him.

"I'm sorry, this is what we had to do......"

The last man to step onto the battered bus sighed.