Lyudmila's world, only the field of vision inside the scope remains, at this moment, it seems that everything has stopped, she feels the speed of the wind, silently calculates in her heart, her breathing is extremely steady, her muzzle, motionless.

Just after the division commander raised the cigarette butt aloft in the air, Lyudmila pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The 7.62 mm bullet was ejected from the muzzle, and the moment the hot air rushed out, the powerful reaction force was also transmitted to her shoulder through the butt, and her shoulder was firmly resisted, without the slightest movement, although the bullet from the muzzle had been fired, she still maintained this posture, and quickly pulled the bolt with her right hand, and the second bullet was loaded.

The 7.62 mm bullet was whistling and flying, and for Petrov, it was almost as if his hand had just been raised and stabilized for less than a minute, and the opponent's bullet arrived.

The bullet's warhead pierced the air, creating a high air pressure at the front end, Petrov felt a stream of air in his ear, which shook his eardrums, and then, before Petrov's hand felt the impact, the cigarette butts on it were scattered, and the tobacco was scattered one after another.

If it is in actual combat, as soon as the opponent's soldiers show their heads, Lyudmila's bullets will whistle and accurately shoot into the opponent's eyebrows, which is so terrifying!

Petrov's face showed a surprised expression, this girl does have two hands, this level is enough to go to the battlefield.

At this moment, a crisp chirping sound sounded in the sky, and Petrov raised his head, wanting to relieve his embarrassment, it was the European turtle dove, a common bird in Ukraine, especially along the coast.

Then, a second gunshot rang out.

Petrov looked at the poor bird, falling from the sky, like a big rock, and he didn't even struggle, he definitely hit the head with a shot and killed him directly!

"Good!" Petrov could only clapped his hands: "Comrade Lyudmila, your marksmanship is good, you can go to the battlefield, I hope you can snipe more enemies on the battlefield and fight for the Soviets!" ”

"Yes, I will."

"By the way, why are you so good at marksmanship?" Petrov asked casually.

"Division commander, before I joined the army, I was a first-class Voroshinov shooter." Lyudmila said lightly.

Hearing this, Petrov was immediately indifferent, if he had known that the girl in front of him was a special shooter, then he didn't come here just now, isn't he unhappy?

In the history of the Soviet-German war, there was a strange phenomenon.

As soon as the war began, Germany almost wiped out the Soviet Union, the Soviet Union lost millions of troops, lost a large number of fighters, including pilots, but the Soviet Union was full of stamina, if you wiped out one million of me, then I would conjure up another million troops.

Among them, the equipment was put aside first, and the equipment could be obtained by transferring to the wartime system and through blood transfusion from the United States, but it was not so easy to find personnel who were skilled in operating the equipment.

For example, pilots in the Air Force are definitely not rookies who can take off and land to go to the battlefield, so they can only die faster.

Germany faced such a problem in the later stages of the war, and with the sacrifice of a large number of experienced pilots, the quality of the flying units declined rapidly. In the Soviet Union, however, batches of outstanding pilots emerged.

This was also the result of precautionary measures, such as the initiative of Robert Erdman, chairman of the Communist Association of Friends of Aviation, to establish a large number of aviation clubs in the Soviet Union, where 100,000 young people received basic flight training, Eedman's intention was to provide civil aviation with talents in peacetime, and in the event of war, to provide the army with a large number of reserve pilots with basic training.

For example, the Soviet Union also had the Association for the Promotion of National Defense and Aviation and Chemical Construction, which was an all-round organization capable of training pilots, snipers, parachutists, machine gunners, tank crews, cavalrymen, ambulancemen, and air defense volunteers.

It is not known who initiated the formation, but in January 1927, Voroshinov made a report that marked the official establishment of the Association for the Promotion of National Defense Construction.

After that, the Construction Promotion Association of the 30s created a Voroshinov shooter of the 2nd rank for snipers, which was equivalent to the 1st level shooter of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. And the 1st rank Voroshinov shooter in it is equivalent to the special shooter of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army.

Lyudmila learned shooting while at Kyiv University, when she showed a unique talent for shooting and succeeded in becoming a Soviet sharpshooter, a good sniper like her, of course, until she was on the battlefield to show her presence.

"The division commander, the Romanian army, is attacking again." While Petrov was still inspecting the recruits, a report was received.

"Let's go to the front." Petrov said.

"Division commander, I ask to join the battle immediately." Lyudmila said that she had only arrived with the other recruits, who had not been assigned to the recruit company.

Petrov nodded.

The battle that belonged to Lyudmila began from then on.

Lying on her ground, Lyudmila wore a camouflage suit of her own making, and looked like she blended in with the surrounding hillside.

This is the small town on the outskirts of Osad, Mikhailovka, and on the other side of the town is the city, which has been attacked several times by the Romanian army in a few days, and the positions are riddled with bullet marks.

"Lyudmila, come, have something to eat." Beside her, Zaitsev handed over a piece of brown bread.

This young soldier joined their infantry company, which made the soldiers here quite excited, especially Lyudmila's big moving eyes, which were like the sun in spring, shining on people so warm that they made people forget the coldness of the battlefield.

Lyudmila took the black bread, put it in her mouth, and as soon as she took a bite, she heard the company commander shout: "Attention, the enemy is coming!" ”

On the ground in the distance, a large number of Romanian troops appeared, all over the mountains, and it seemed that there was an infantry regiment in size, and they were running towards this side with their rifles, and they bent their waists.

This is not a plain, the positions of the Soviet troops are deployed on the slopes of the hills, the mountains are so steep that even if there are tanks, they cannot be used, they can only be filled by human lives, rush up the hillside, rush to the positions.

The Romanian army had launched several attacks, leaving corpses on the hillside, and now, a new round of charge, so began.

"Da-da, da-da-da." In the rear of the Romanian troops, heavy machine guns had already sounded, firing wildly towards the top of the hillside, trying to suppress the Soviet troops on the hillside.