Ye Chuchu found that it was the Soviet artillery fire that destroyed these guys, such a dense firepower, there is a piece of land on the highway that stands on the cone, just enough to accommodate their own tanks, and let the tanks behind follow, before that, the situation of the German army is not good, their ground firepower can hardly hurt a single hair of the special tank platoon, and the special tank platoon can be said to be invincible. But now you can't fire any more guns. From the sky, the confrontation between the two armies should be clear at a glance. At this time, if she gave the order to open fire, it would be tantamount to exposing the target and allowing the German planes to drop bombs on her. This is a very terrible thing, it is terrible that Kebo is stationary here, and it is very easy to be spotted by enemy planes in the air, and the heavy tanks with huge special tank platoons are also attractive targets for enemy bombing. It's impossible to hide now. There was only a silver lining if the German pilots missed the bomb, or they were left to turn around and chase other targets.

At this moment, from the direction of the farmstead, three green flares suddenly rose into the smoke-filled air. This was the German army's indication to their pilots of the target and in which direction to drop the bomb.

"Linlin! Shoot three green flares in front of you! German direction! ”

Sun Hui immediately understood what Ye Chuchu meant, and couldn't help but secretly admire her quick wit, only to see Wang Linlin's quick movements, she immediately took out the signal gun from the clamp on the side wall, quickly pressed the bullet with a green shell, stretched out her hand through the open hatch, and fired one shot in the direction of the village, and then fired two more shots in a row...... The crews of the other crews of the special tank platoon also did the same, and dozens of green signal bombs rose from high in the air, sliding diagonally in the direction of the German artillery position.

This also happens repeatedly in other areas of the front, and perhaps there is no need to expect that enemy pilots will be fooled again. But, as it is often said, the goddess of victory is now especially fond of the quick-witted side. Perhaps the German planes were high above and did not yet know that the cities occupied by the Germans had changed hands. As if about to rush to the ground, the bombers suddenly spun around the battlefield as if they smelled something, and then swooped down towards the village, where the German artillery positions were located, where German tanks and motorized infantry were assembled and ready to counterattack.

The dull sound of bombardment was mixed with the explosion of mortar shells and shells, the sound of cannon and mortar fire, as well as the crash of German machine guns, the sound of long fire from machine guns and short fire from submachine guns. Tank groups, both Soviet and German, exploded, and the air was filled with black scorched smoke, dust, and stench. The trembling earth is burning, and so are the broken walls. It's like on a huge oil pan, something is scorched, burned, and becomes a ball of fire that rushes up into the sky and falls heavily.

German pilots are indiscriminately bombarding their own troops. However, there was a "Stuka" dive bomber that finally suddenly dived into the tank "KV-220", where Andrasdorf was. When Andrasdorf saw this, he quickly closed the car cover. There was a bomb that exploded on the asphalt between the tanks. It was a small bomb, the explosion only made the ground shake beneath his feet, and the fragments of the bomb hit Andreasdorf's "Leningrad" tank, and the armor guard made a deafening sound.

Andreasdorf judged that this could be the last bomb of that "Stuka". As the enemy flew off into the distance, Andrasdorf opened the lid and let out a long sigh of relief.

His eyes couldn't help but look at the beautiful Yelena, somehow, as long as he saw her, his heart was full of happiness.

As if she knew he was looking at her, Yelena turned her head, smiled at him, and made a "forward" gesture.

"Forward." He said to his subordinates. The KV-220 tank restarted and headed for the unknown.

No matter what awaits them in front of them, Andrasdorf has the confidence to break through.

He would do anything for her.

Zhukov's wayward memories in the car flew back to distant times, when, when his uncle made a windfall, he went to Moscow, went to his uncle's house to learn tanning, and sometimes to attend classes at the evening school of universal education, which used the uniform textbooks of the city's secondary schools.

Childhood was terrible and miserable, starving, beating, and penniless...... Although the bright pictures of his childhood memories are presented in front of him, such as mowing grass in the meadow in spring, picking wild strawberries in the forest, and the joy of fishing in midsummer and midwinter, as well as the adults giving biscuits and sweets, which can also bring a little joy, when he thinks of what happened to his younger brother Guosha, his little sister Martha, and the children of the same village, he wants to cry without tears.

Thinking of his mother also made him sad. She was widowed at the age of 35 and later married a widower Konstantin, who was already 50 years old. Zhukov ...... My mother grew up in the village of Black Mud, near the village of Strelkovka, in poverty. She has pulled carts and farmed all her life, and how much hardship she has suffered! …… Their home, like any other farming family, is forever impoverished. As the saying goes, it's good; Some people remember flowers, while others only remember scars......

Now, at a time when Russia is suffering an unprecedented catastrophe, what is the situation of them, their mother, sister Martha and their nephews?

At this time, his troubled thoughts seemed to remind Zhukov that it was he who was ordered to mobilize forces to clear the threat of fascist German troops moving further into the Russian interior. Will he be able to do this? Does his motivating, rather than demoralizing, blazing gaze, dare to face up to the tragic and severe war?

He was lost in contemplation and reminiscence, and felt a pang of depression in his heart. Before you know it, you are almost at your destination, and the closer you get to the front line, the more noisy the road becomes. Loaded cars and companies on foot, artillerymen sitting on tractors and wagons, rushed to the front. The canopy above the highway was low because of the smoke, and the rumbling of bombs could be heard from the front, sometimes from behind. However, the convoy of General Zhukov and his entourage was finally lucky enough to avoid the German planes. It didn't take long for them to leave the road and turn right, coming to the forest between a small village. The headquarters of the reserve front was located in this forest, and the rest of the personnel were stationed in the village. Bullet shelters, cellars, sentinels, craters, blown down trees, everywhere. Some of the people standing next to him looked dark in the twilight, and they all looked the same. I can hear that everyone is a little flustered. He didn't wait for the report to finish, but he tried his best to pretend to be kind, and interrupted the reporter: "Let's go and talk where there is light." Otherwise, it's as if we're going to a party lit only by kerosene lamps, and we're fumbling with the girls. ”