At this moment, several bombers were rushing towards Leningrad from the west. From the observation post, it can be clearly seen that the night sky in the direction of central Leningrad is densely packed with anti-aircraft artillery fire, one after another, like a cluster of boiling steel flowers. The glow of the searchlights flew all over the sky. At the intersection of lights, there is a silver bright spot flickering, it is a German plane. Suddenly, around the plane, dense artillery fire began to appear. The boom of blasting bombs was terrifying.

The heavy fire of anti-aircraft guns, the constant screams of large-caliber anti-aircraft machine guns mixed together, overpowering the hum of aircraft engines in the sky. Where machine-gun bullets and small-caliber anti-aircraft guns with tracer shells fired intensively, emitting colorful, continuous points of light, one can imagine that there were some single German bombers there. Lukashenko saw that there were vertical bands of light stretching into the sky above the building of the army headquarters. It means that there are enemy planes overhead.

The growing whistling sound turned into a long, eerie roar, as if it were the sky itself that pressed against the city.

The surrounding roofs made all sorts of crashing sounds, which were very violent and noisy. Looking from the observation post, in the depths of the courtyard as far as the eye can see, at the intersection of the main street and the crater**, at first there is a fire that does not seem to be intimidating.

"Bastard! Molotov cocktails set it on fire. One of the observation posts said, audibly, and the voice was muffled by fear.

Lukashenko did see that where the incendiary bombs fell, they began to shine like a small sun, and the light was dazzlingly white, splashing sparks wantonly. Only then did Lukashenko notice that there were people moving around in each room. Wherever there was no iron fence on the roof, men, women, and children tied themselves with ropes to chimneys, radio antennas, and protruding places. Some people put one end of the rope into the skylight and tied it to the attic.

Wherever there was a blazing glow from incendiary bombs, firefighters ran to extinguish the fire with tongs, shovels full of sand, and wooden barrels filled with sand. In many attics, the skylights and small doors were bursting with flickering flames. The flames rumbled across the tin sheets, illuminating the surroundings with a dazzling self-light. Some incendiary bombs did not penetrate the iron sheets, fell on the roof, and then fell to the ground. The flames burned on the ground, burning the asphalt and burning the trees, as if they were burning through the road.

All around was a miserable whiteness, neither like day, nor like the night when the moon was in the sky. The light that danced in the flames was miserable. The flames of houses, streets, and trees seem to be about to burst into the sky.

The voices of men and women were heard from all directions, shouting, giving commands, screaming, scolding, and reminding people to be careful.

Suddenly, the roar of a bombshell overwhelmed the stumble of voices. It was as if the bomb had landed on the headquarters building, but it flew off into the distance, alarming the residential areas of the city, and with a terrible boom, it exploded near the gate.

On the rooftops of a nearby building, someone was crying out as if in pleading: "Help, good people! …… My leg was blown up! Help......"

Lukashenko saw the man, he was in the midst of the surrounding fire, Lukashenko wanted to save him, but the surrounding fire made him unable to do anything.

At this moment, a gecko-like figure quickly crawled over the wall of a small building next to it, leaped lightly over the flames, jumped to the top of the building, and helped the man with the injured leg to his feet.

Lukashenko raised the small binoculars, and in the firelight, he could see the man's face clearly, and he couldn't help but be excited.

It was the only young man from the East in the heroic crew of the fortress troops, the gunner Alexander.

Alexander was looking around at the moment, as if he was thinking about how to get the wounded out of the flames. After observing for a while, he looked over to Lukashenko's side, had an idea, and at once carried the wounded man on his shoulders.

Lukashenko couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that he was so thin that he could easily carry a strong man.

What surprised him even more was that he was still behind, only to see Alexander jump up suddenly, carry the man and rush into the sky like a bird, and fell straight to where Lukashenko was!

"I'm sorry, Comrade Major General." Sun Hui landed lightly next to Lukashenko in a agile posture, but after all, he was carrying a man in his prime, and he still made a loud noise when he landed, which startled Lukashenko, and the people at the observation post were even more surprised that their eyes were about to fall out, and the man who was rescued fainted directly.

"Alexander, is it really you?" Lukashenko was surprised and delighted and stretched out his hand.

"Comrade Major General, can you arrange for someone to treat this injured person?" Sun Hui put down the fainting man and shook Lukashenko hard. Lukashenko immediately called the people at the observation post and asked him to call someone to come up and treat the wounded.

"Why did you come to Leningrad too? Comrade Major General? Sun Hui noticed that Lukashenko in front of him was wearing the military uniform of the NKVD, and his heart couldn't help but move.

"Because I belong here, hehe." Lukashenko laughed, "I got to the fortress and met you because the transport plane was shot down." Less than a month after you left, I also set off, because I met a pilot who had been shot down by the enemy, who belonged to the Seventh Air Force, repaired his plane at the fortress and brought me back. ”

"I see, it's great to see you here, Comrade Major General." Sun Hui said happily that he was happy for a reason, because the major general in front of him happened to be a high-ranking official of the NKVD.

He has had enough of dealing with people from the "NKVD" for the past two days.

"How are the girls? Where are they now? Lukashenko asked.

"Like me, watching the 'night view' of Leningrad," Sun Hui replied, looking into the distance, "by the way, to help those in danger." ”

At the moment, in all the attics and rooftops of houses, office buildings, theaters, museums, hospitals, shops, Leningrad citizens are fighting against German incendiary bombs. Some died after their homes were bombed. A special rescue team immediately went to clean up and dig up the rubble...... Leningrad was suffering, and it was also rising up in self-defense.

"You guys are really amazing, you just saved someone, and I can only stand here and do nothing." Lukashenko sighed.

"No, your job is much more important than ours." Sun Hui immediately picked up his words, "There is one thing at the moment, I hope you can help me." ”

"It's my pleasure to help you!" Lukashenko didn't even ask what it was, and he agreed.