"Attention, now the countdown begins." In one bomber after another, the navigator and bombardier all fixed their eyes on the bombing sights, and the target was in front of them, and they had to throw them with the highest accuracy, especially not in the middle of their own troops.

One eye squinted, the other stared at the sight, and the mouth kept counting down: "Ten, nine..."

When the count reached five, the bombardier hesitated for a fraction of a second, 10,000 meters in the air, no matter how high the magnification, it was impossible to see people one by one when zoomed in, but he felt that the target was very strange, as if it was an ant moving, there were many grass-yellow dots moving outward.

No matter so 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 belly had been opened, and then, the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the bomb in the bomb bay had fallen downward.

At the end of the mission, they climbed and returned, and they didn't have to turn around at all, and flew directly forward to return.

Run, run, run as far as you can.

Panting, Lyudmila heard a rumbling in the distance, and when she turned her head back, her eyes were full of fear.

The black-pressed bombers dominated her field of vision, and then she could see huge bombs sliding down from the belly bomb bay with graceful curves. Towards their original position.

"Poof." Lyudmila, who had already run with weak legs, no longer had the strength to run forward, she turned her head, and her legs were already on the grass.

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

When the Soviets were just established, it was necessary to get rid of superstition, except for the belief in ML, everything else had to be banned, but after all, Orthodox Christianity had been circulating in Russia for a long time, and when the Great Patriotic War began, almost most of the people still believed in God.

May God bless.

Lyudmila was praying for those who couldn't get out, but she didn't know that she had saved her life by doing so.

"Snort." At this moment, there was a chainsaw-like sound from the small dirt slope behind him, and terrible machine gun bullets poured madly from the small dirt slope towards this side.

Several female fighters were knocked down in an instant, and once they were shot, there was more than one bullet hole in their bodies, blood gushing from their bodies, and they fell backwards weakly.

When lying down, the blood stained the ground beneath the body red, slowly pooling into a stream.

Lyudmila fell to her knees at the right time, 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 at the same time, playing dead does not guarantee escape, in case the Germans like to crush the corpses, the tanks will drive up, and they will still die.

But now, Lyudmila knew that she had no other choice, there was no danger to defend here, there was no position here, and when they came, all their heavy weapons were lost.

Saving her life first can have a better chance of killing the Germans, and when she fell, she picked off a grenade, and if there were Germans to clean up the battlefield, she could also pull a cushion on her back.

The gunshots rang out here, and they swept down a row in an instant, and when Hans's periscope turned around, he was immediately overjoyed: "That's a general, don't kill him, stay alive!" ”

Generally speaking, when a senior commander goes to the front, he will not wear his rank insignia, in case he becomes the target of the opponent's sniper, so that if he is hit by a fluttering bullet, he will die the most unjustly.

However, Zhukov wore his most handsome military uniform, and even hung medals on his chest.

For him, this was the last battle, and he knew he was going to die, but he wanted to die with dignity. As a Soviet soldier, as the supreme commander of Moscow, he was to be generous, he was to die great.

And when he gave the order to go out from the position and charge the enemy's position, Zhukov took off his military uniform with medals on it in time, wore only the shirt inside, and ran out with the others.

In this way, his identity was even more exposed.

The soldier who had crawled 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 were only scattered with dirt.

Such a person must be a senior official, or even a general.

If you kill him like this, it will be too cheap, and it is better to capture him alive!

"Understood." The loader replied, sending his machine gun slightly downward, and a dense stream of bullets passed through the leg of the general, who was about to retreat.

"Chirp." The bullet hit both legs, Zhukov's body could no longer be controlled, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

At this time, the rest of the people began to retreat under the fire of machine gun bullets, with bombs behind them and machine guns in front, and they had no way out.

And Zhukov's hand, groping around, finally, touched a rifle, his hand was on the rifle, and his two arms were forced, forced, and finally, his body was propped up again.

Zhukov stood up again, sweat pouring from his forehead, he could already see the tank turret exposed behind the dirt slope, and at this time, a smile actually appeared on his face.

Zhukov puffed out his chest.

To die, you must die standing and never live on your knees!

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

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

With the explosion, a large cloud of fog-like things spread over the position, dispersing towards the position, towards the crowd that was running.

Running at the front, only Zhukov is still standing, he straightens his back, he wants to die standing up!

"Don't shoot." Hans said: "When the bomb explodes, we will go up and take him prisoner. ”

Zhukov smiled, he laughed miserably, the Germans, in the end, still did not dare to kill themselves.

In the midst of laughter, Zhukov slowly groped and fumbled from behind his body, his shoulder was on the rifle, it was very laborious, and the sweat on his forehead was already dripping drop by drop.

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

Want to take yourself captive? No way! Zhukov's mouth opened and he bit the drawstring.