Yu Yang observed the situation on the battlefield, these Italians came very abruptly, and the retreat was also very decisive.

Yu Yang only chatted with Lao Maozi for a few words, and in less than a minute, these Italians had disappeared, the end of the street was empty, and the sound of tanks became smaller and smaller from the initial roar, just like this group of Italians had gone away.

Once again, the streets were calm, as if nothing had happened in the battle, if it weren't for the fact that there were still dozens of Italian soldiers' corpses scattered on the streets, proving that this land had once been set foot by Italian soldiers.

These Italians, who came and went in a hurry, did not leave the slightest trace, like the wind blowing, you can only know and feel its presence.

Sure that there should be no one to disturb him eating chicken for the time being, Yu Yang returned to the house, sat on the ground, picked up the chicken leg and began to gnaw.

Is it easy to eat a chicken yourself? Just before I had time to eat, I met a company of Italians, just now it can be said that it was full of dangers, fortunately I was witty, otherwise Yu Yang would now be estimated to be the only result of the Italians in this company, the only Soviet soldier killed.

The chicken is a little cold, although it has only been a few minutes, but in the sub-zero weather in Stalingrad, it is fortunate that it is not frozen, Yu Yang ate two bites, and put the chicken thighs and the rest of the chicken into the pot again, ready to heat it for a while before eating.

Taking out the seasoning just seized, Yu Yang prepared a full meal to comfort his young heart that was frightened just now, fortunately it was Italian, if it was replaced by a German, Yu Yang didn't know how many times he died.

Sitting by the pot and waiting patiently, leaning against the wall, crossing Erlang's legs, thinking about what he should do later, the Italian he killed just now didn't know if it was the mission goal.

If you count, the bullets in his entire chain just now seem to have taken away a lot of Italians, at least thirty people, after all, when these Italians fled for their lives, they got together, and the not too wide street gave Yu Yang a lot of room for the machine gun in his hand.

When I eat chicken by myself, eat less, and leave about half of it, so that I can take it with me, and when I go back in the evening, I can bring it to Kanoeva and his younger brother to eat.

Yu Yang patted his head, the Battle of Stalingrad is the most brutal battle in human history, Yu Yang's painting style here seems to have a little mutation, a man and a woman live in Stalingrad?

Shaking his head, he threw out the miscellaneous thoughts in his head, looked at the pot, it was almost there, the chicken could be eaten, seeing this scene, Yu Yang took out his fork, took out the chicken leg that he had thrown in before, and devoured it into his stomach, the chicken was slightly erosive, maybe it took a little long to cook.

But overall, the taste is not bad, at least it is the best thing Yu Yang has eaten in the past week, there is no one, the beef seized before is not so delicious, while eating, Yu Yang's tears almost flowed down, it's not easy, I finally ate chicken, I want to eat chicken, it's really not easy.

The chicken legs had just been eaten in half, and the meat on the bones had not been gnawed clean, when suddenly there was another burst of gunfire outside the house, this time from Yu Yang's right, from the direction where the Italians were retreating.

The gunfire was very dense and suddenly rang out, but it should not be the gunfire of the Italian weapons, according to the urine nature of the Italian army, even if they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they did not dare to fight back, they always felt that the number of enemies on the opposite side was more than ten times that they saw, or even more.

Yu Yang put the uneaten chicken leg in his mouth, and held the sniper rifle to the position of the window, Yu Yang lacked a sniper scope before, but just got two sniper rifles.

However, Yu Yang did not use it directly, but removed the mirror on it and put it on his sniper rifle, the accuracy of the two sniper rifles is not as good as in his own hands, but the sniper scope is the same and can be used universally.

Looking through the window, I saw more than a dozen old hairy men who were constantly retreating, which were a group of people who were chasing the Italian soldiers just now.

One of the old Maozi Yu Yang also recognized it, it was the old Maozi who came to him just now and confronted him, the two had a few words of friendship, there was a big hole in the pocket of his clothes, not far away, Yu Yang could see it clearly.

The role was reversed, and the Italians who were chasing him lost his armor and abandoned his armor Lao Maozi suddenly became the Italians just now, and he was fleeing for his life in a hurry.

However, compared with the orderly retreat of the Italians, Lao Maozi's retreat was somewhat methodical, at least he did not hold his head and run away, but retreated while counterattacking, and from time to time fired a few shots with the help of the surrounding bunkers to slow down the pace of pursuing the enemy.

Looking back, Yu Yang finally knew why these old Maozi were running, and there was a crowd of Germans behind him, the number seemed to be at least more than 100 people, and there was an armored car to cover and drive these old Maozi.

There are many metaphysical problems on the battlefield, such as the British meeting the Japanese, and the combat effectiveness of a Japanese is equivalent to that of a company of Britons or even more.

A company of Germans is equivalent to a group army in the eyes of the French, and even more terrifying, and a division of Italian troops is a terrible Satan in the eyes of Africans, and a group of walking trophies in the eyes of a few old hairy people.

As for the Germans of a company, what it is in the eyes of more than a dozen old Maozi, Yu Yang doesn't know, but at least in the eyes of these old Maozi, they can't afford to provoke these Germans behind them, so it's better to withdraw first.

After the Soviets withdrew to the center of the street, they began to disperse, some burrowing into the buildings next to them, preparing to use the terrain to maneuver with the Germans.

It's just that these old Maozi's ideas are very good, but the reality is a little cruel, these Germans are not Italians, and the weapons in their hands are not burning sticks, they are used to harvest Lao Maozi's life.

The metal barrage fired by the machine gun on the armored car made Lao Maozi, who was about to rush into the building, be interrupted by the waist, and the blood stained the street not far in front of Yu Yang, and the screams of Lao Maozi were endless.

After seeing this scene, Yu Yang's head was a little big, and the area he was staying in now was very embarrassing, just a wave of Italians, Lao Maozi, and now another wave of Germans, I don't know if there will be Romanians, Bulgarians, and Turks passing by, in this way, I will meet all the troops who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad.

Stretching out his sniper rifle, Yu Yang aimed at one of the few Germans at the farthest end, and now the gunfire was chaotic, Yu Yang could fish in troubled waters and secretly shoot a few Germans.

However, they should not hit the target too closely, otherwise, these Germans can judge Yu Yang's position according to the angle of the bullet.

"Peng!" The dull sound of gunfire rang out, and Yu Yang's bullet, an accurate shot, took the life of a German, quickly pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger on another target that had been chosen.

Five bullets, without any interference, Yu Yang easily took the lives of five German soldiers, but after killing these five Germans, Yu Yang took back his weapon and retracted into his room, ready to welcome the arrival of the Germans.