The lone laga fighter flew at an altitude of 1000 meters, the sky was overcast, and the visibility was not good. Popkov opened the cockpit www.biquge.info hot air to dispel the fog, but a layer of annoying light water still condensed on the cockpit canopy.

It couldn't be wiped clean, so Popkov simply pushed the cockpit canopy back and opened the cabin to fly.

The icy air was a little damp, and he poked his head out, and the second lieutenant saw a long convoy of trucks carrying supplies to the front line on the muddy road. He checked his heading, looked down at the small-scale chart tethered to his waist, and adjusted his heading to the west of Vilnius.

Ahead was the Nelith River, the great river shrouded in morning fog in the distance, and the city on the southern flank: Popkov lowered the control stick, and the plane began to descend to 350 kilometers per hour.

On the left flank was the ferry, and Popkov could see the anti-aircraft artillery on the edge of the ferry waving and greeting him, but the artillery positions were fleeting. The two red five-star stars under his wing are oversized, and those anti-aircraft artillery can see clearly, and the shape of the Lag series is already familiar to the ground forces, so Popkov does not have to worry about being hit by mistake.

Looking into the distance and on both sides from a height of 200 meters, you can see far away, and the sight is a little beyond Popkov's expectations: "Is there a mistake?!" ”

At first glance, the battle line is not at all like the battlefield I am familiar with, how can I look like the old photos of the First World War I I I have seen and the scenes in those movies depicting the First World War - the ground in the distance is covered with trenches and barbed wire!

"Trench warfare?!"

I can't figure out why this battle is like this!

It is clear on the ground that in the middle is a no-man's-land with a width of about 400 to 200 meters, full of craters, brand-new barbed wire on both sides, and the positions are the same on both sides! Just like the layout of trench warfare in World War I, a few kilometers behind his own trenches, Popkov could see from the air the artillery positions below!

Shaking his head, he wiped the water mist condensed on the windbreaker goggles, adjusted the course to 060, and continued to press down the flight altitude until it was only a little higher than the treetops!

It feels like it's fast, and Popkov loved the thrill! And at such a low altitude, it is convenient to rush over the German positions, where small-caliber anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns can basically stare at themselves!

When flying over the positions of both sides, Rag was safe and sound, not even a single bullet was fired at it, and it seemed that the Germans did not bother to pay attention to themselves!

Almost everyone in the German army was busy all night last night, and the Germans were nesting in their bunkers, dealing with those soaked clothes, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the Russian plane that flashed by!

Isn't it just a fighter plane, if there is a strike plane, the German anti-aircraft artillery who have just repaired the fortifications a few hundred meters south of the trench will still be interested in it. But the plane flew along a wooded area, right up the treetops! In the blink of an eye, it was gone, and there was no time to track and shoot.

Having passed through the line of fire without danger, Poplov looked at the sky, and the mist seemed to fade a little.

Adjust the angle to increase the engine output to the maximum, and the rag starts to climb at a high angle!

The nose of the plane was tilted up, and the second lieutenant's head poked out of the cabin to look around.

"Artillery positions, about 30 guns, should be 105 howitzers." Marked on the map, flattened the plane and retracted the throttle, cruising speed and attitude adjusted, pressed the shutter of the oblique reconnaissance camera and took two shots.

After going around in circles, the Germans finally could not tolerate this Soviet single-engine aircraft that invaded the rear of the battle line, Rag was intercepted by 3000-mm anti-aircraft guns at an altitude of 88 meters, and two exploding smoke clouds were only a hundred meters away from themselves!

As soon as you push the joystick, you immediately dive, but you don't want to fly in a straight line and become a target for anti-aircraft guns: once you dive, those big-caliber guys will have nothing to do with themselves!

Suddenly, I heard a "clang" sound and was taken aback! Poplov turned his head to look at it and scolded: "Damn! Bastard! ”

It's not that German planes sneak up on themselves, it's that the cockpit canopy is gone!

Fortunately, he didn't hit the vertical tail, and his landline dived at a large angle, and the strong air flow blew the cockpit canopy away! It's really troublesome, I have to explain when I go back, this criticism is basically impossible to run!

Reconnoiter along the predetermined route, and after half an hour, the sky seemed to be clearing for a while, and a ray of sunlight through the clouds shone into the cabin and shook for a moment. Popkov turned his head to look to the east, a little higher in the middle of the large thick clouds, through which golden rays shone through.

When it clears, the temperature will not fall, but will rise, and obviously the humidity in the air is still very high - the air of the Baltic Sea can even affect it, and the rain and snow melt will really make it a muddy puddle below.

The temperature does not drop which means that the rain will rain again in a day or two, and the rainy season has really arrived.

He took out a piece of dark brown glass from his coat pocket, because he was on a reconnaissance mission, so Popkov brought into the cockpit a pair of pure transparent windproof goggles - habit, when there is an area in the air that you can't see clearly because of the sun's rays, you'd better take a piece of tinted glass to see, so as not to die in confusion!

The old experience of the First World War, there is no mistake with multiple hearts.

Through the brown glass, the sunlight became no longer dazzling, and Poplov saw that there seemed to be a few small dots in the image, which should be an airplane!

Almost at the same time, however, he was sure that the dots were not directed at him - the distance between the two sides was still very long, and the course judged that the planes could not be facing away from the sun in order to sneak up on him, and the angle was wrong.

Maybe the other person doesn't notice him at all.

With more than 20 kilometers to go from the line of fire, Popkov's camera had already taken more than 100 photographs of this area, and the valuable information he saw had either been taken or marked on the map. Looking at the oil gauge, and with more than two-thirds of them, Popkov decided not to return immediately.

"The ground guys have overfueled." You have to find a reason not to return immediately - the take-off and landing lawn is a little wet, and the plane is a bit heavy! Popkov adjusted his course and planned to go around in a circle to get behind the planes in the distance to see if they were Germans.

If you can catch a handful, you can catch a handful, if it is a German plane coming out at this time, nine times out of ten it will also be a reconnaissance mission; If they were all German fighters, there would be a lot of thick clouds around, and everything would be fine if the situation was not good!

Weigh the pros and cons, don't suffer left and right, do it!

Climbing to altitude 3500, the plane burrowed into the low clouds, and the gray landscape in front of me was a little regretful why I lost the canopy, and honestly hid my head behind the front windshield, looking around, otherwise the goggles would be full of water.

According to his own estimates, this circle will come down and appear behind those planes after drilling out of this large cloud layer. I turned on the power of the cannon, and suddenly my eyes lit up, and I had passed through the last continuous cloud.

Looking left and right, just one kilometer away from the left wing, four planes are flying in the mode of "three highs and one low", with a difference of 300 meters in height between the top and bottom. Popkov immediately recognized that the one flying alone below was the "damn frame" - the German Fw-189 tactical reconnaissance aircraft/artillery school firing aircraft!

The top three are Mercedes Mit 109s!

The escort is tight, but it doesn't seem to have found itself!

"It must be an artillery school shooting, and we can't let this frame succeed comfortably!"

The position of the Soviet Air Force for "this damn box" has always been to get rid of it quickly, in the first place of all the targets that need to be taken out! Because as soon as it appears in the sky near the position, the Germans' accurate artillery fire will immediately hit the ground troops! For this reason, some commanders even gave an unwritten order - whoever shoots an Fw-189 will be given a Red Banner medal!

Don't look at the "frame", the maximum flight altitude is only 7,000 meters, and the maximum speed is only 335 kilometers per hour, but it is notoriously difficult, and often the shells are fine! Sometimes fighters can't do anything with it, and when they attack, they will even be bitten back, not to mention that it has escorts.

But Popkov made a decision in a second, adjusted the course, increased the throttle, and rushed to the target at a speed close to 500 kilometers per hour!

The distance is fast approaching, 500 meters! 400 meters! 300 meters! Suddenly, the three 109s above quickly turned and lowered the nose of the plane to dive! Popkov, who was approaching at an angle of 30 degrees laterally, pressed the cannon firing twist, a long flame was pulled up above the nose, and two Shvak 20mm guns fired a salvo!

In the tremor of the rapid fire of the cannon, in just three seconds of shooting, the trailing bullet trail intertwined in the high-explosive shell roared towards the Fw-189! I didn't have time to observe the shooting effect, I waved the joystick with my hand, stepped on the pedals, and the lager went up at an angle of 30 degrees, and the tracer bullets fired by the German plane almost grazed the cabin!

Looking back, the Fw-189 seemed to be fine, but when you aimed and fired it, you could tell that a few shells had hit it - and the "damn box" lived up to its name!

That structure is not made of aluminum!

Relying on the power inertia of the engine throttle wide open just now, Popkov's landline speed was faster than the three 109s that had only begun to accelerate now: swinging left and right, Rag showed an irregular trajectory and drilled into the clouds after 5 seconds, which was safe.

Adjusting the course again, Popkov went around again, and the plane came out of the clouds in front of him, but just two seconds later, the plane burrowed into another cloud: the German reconnaissance plane was not found in just two seconds, and the three imposing German 109s did not know where to fly!

The plane drilled out of the clouds again, looked left and right and could not find the target, did not know where the German plane flew!

"According to the course, they should fly directly south of Vilnius." Make a judgment to adjust the course and burrow into the clouds again.

A minute later, Popkov finally saw the four German planes -- three 109s and two of his own fighters, just 2 kilometers away, and the Fw-189 flying at an angle of 30 degrees to the battle line.

Ignore that reconnaissance plane for now, increase the throttle and pounce on that melee warband!

At a glance, it seemed that the German fighters had the upper hand in the situation, and the height of the melee had dropped below the clouds. Popkov's rag roared and pounced on the last 109, staring at the sight and pressing the launch button at a distance of 150 meters!

Missed! The 109 made a sharp right turn, and Poplov's rag followed closely behind, relying on the speed advantage of the dive, approaching a distance of less than 100 meters!

Two Shvak guns fired again!

The shells whizzed over a short distance, and about seven or eight shells instantly hit the rear fuselage of 109, and the shells tore through its supporting structure entirely!

The Mercedes 109 spiraled down, Poplov ignored it, and swung the joystick to the left: a nearby Yak 9 was biting a 109, and it seemed that its 20mm gun seemed to be not moving, and the 12.7mm machine gun was still firing.

SCP-109 steered away, but its wings had already taken a few large-caliber bullets, tearing several holes in the wing surface, and the fighter slowed down a bit, crashing into Popkov's course.

Poplov pulled the joystick up slightly, and fired a salvo of two guns at a distance of less than 200 meters, just a short shot of one second, and the 109 exploded in the air!

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the Yak pilot waving to him in the cockpit, but soon flew to the east to help another Yak 9 with its tail bitten.

Instead of acting with Jacques, Poplov maneuvered the plane westward: the slow duck-like Fw-189 5 km away was still there, and he was going to pack it up!

Poplov estimated the ammunition stock, the two guns add up to 40 shells, if it is accurate, it should be able to help the troops below solve this air urger!

On the ground, smoke from shell explosions was rising from the positions of the Red Army in Vilnius, and it was clear that the Fw-189 was already firing a school shot, and the German artillery fire was very accurate!

It's not easy to take it out, the damn frame is armed with at least four 7.92mm machine guns, but there are only two members, and it's impossible to fire from all sides, which would make Poplov really wish those two Yak 9s could also participate in the siege, otherwise he would only stare when it climbs into the clouds!

The tracer bullets fired by the German plane were like fireworks in the middle of the festival, but Popkov thought that the 75 mm thick bulletproof windshield in front was quite safe, and the plane roared and forced its way closer!

Diagonally 150 meters, the second lieutenant pressed the cannon firing button!

Shot all the shells out in one go, and watched the shells hit the crew compartment in the middle of the "frame", and the nose of the glass room was blown apart!

Get rid of it, and see that the Fw-189 began to fall, but there was not even black smoke coming out - two of its crew members tore the shells into broken sacks, but the plane itself, although the cockpit was in tatters, the basic structure actually withstood the attack of 20mm shells, and the plane did not fall apart!

It's time for the Junkers 88 to break into two sections!

However, there was no longer any need and no ammunition to continue the attack, and the German reconnaissance plane fell to the ground and there was a pile of scrap aluminum!

Looking up at the east side, I couldn't find the shadow of my own Yak and the German 109, maybe the German pilot climbed up and drilled into the clouds: the 109 has very good vertical performance, once climbing or diving, the Yak generally can't catch up.

Turn the course 30 degrees east-north, and return! -- When he forcibly attacked the reconnaissance plane just now, Popkov felt that the plane seemed to be hit several times in the abdomen, but he would poke his head out and could not see exactly where it was hit: the plane's instruments showed that all systems were normal, and the maneuvering performance was also normal, so he could only wait for the return voyage.

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An hour later, Poplov's plane landed at the airfield for a while. When the ground crew saw the ensign on duty today, they could not say whether they were dejected or elated, and left the war room and took it to the airport kitchen: because his expression was frustrated and happy, and he really couldn't tell whether it was good or bad!

Everyone knew that this pilot liked to run to the galley, and everyone did not care: after entering the galley, it seemed to Semenovich and the other cooks that Comrade Ensign was really interesting today.

Semenovich was splitting a pig's head into two pieces with an axe, looked up at a young fellow sitting in the "chef's seat", put down the axe and asked him: "Ivanovic, how is it today?" ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Popkov picked up Semenovich's large tea jar and poured it: "I was just severely criticized by the regiment commander." Unlucky! ”

"How?"

It is reasonable that the head of the regiment is a very good talker, and he generally does not "criticize" people.

Popkov was a little depressed: "On the way back, I met 4 German planes, one "Frame" and three 109s, I couldn't hold back, and I did a guy with two Yak-9s from friendly forces, I reimbursed one 109, and I also beat down that Fw-189. ”

"What a good thing! Tell me how to do it. Semenovich stopped what he was doing, and even a few cooks on the side leaned their ears to it: this is a very good thing, the regiment commander will not be angry at such an outrageous behavior of the pilot.

I don't understand.

But Poplov was not happy at all, "I called from the Ukmelgay airfield, told the regimental commander about the situation of the battle, and I was blown into the sky over there, but I was afraid of this, the more I talked about it, the more unlucky it became, they were sure that I also shot down another 109 with their Yaks, but the third 109 ran away." ”

So what's there to be frustrated about? It's time to get a medal! How can the more good things are said, the more unlucky they are?!

"But the problem is that the cockpit canopy of my plane flew, and the reconnaissance camera in the back drilled 4 holes in the machine gun bullet, and it's over! All the photos taken are reimbursed, exposed, and the camera is also estimated to be scrapped. The regiment commander was so angry that the regiment commander said that I would not have to fly reconnaissance planes in the future, and I was a stunned young man who disregarded his duties! ”

"Once punished, the whole regiment will be reported, but, hehe, in the future, fly fighters, and report combat exploits, it is estimated that there is no problem with getting a medal." That's going to be a little happier.

It's a mixed blessing! Everyone thinks so - a medal is not worth the punishment of a regimental notification, which should be counted in the file, or at least a big hat that disobeys the command! However, fortunately, there is a combat achievement in the same thing, which should not have a great impact on Popkov's future military career, at least some commanders still like such individual pilots.

"Forget it, it's useless to think about it. Didn't you always want to fly fighter jets, and now you've got your wish. Now you have three individual and one collective results in your hands, and in the future, you will fight more fascists, and if you can get the title of Hero of the Soviet Union, then the punishment will not exist! It's nothing, Vitaly Ivanovich, isn't it just a punishment, Lao Tzu took too much, it's not a big deal! ”

Big Brother has to listen to him, Popkov has always made it his goal to get that Gold Star medal - let it be punished, and put all the troubles aside!

Popkov used a few boning knives to make a demonstration, which was used as a model airplane to satisfy the curiosity of the cooks about the air battle.

Pilots generally get together with pilots, rarely like to mingle with comrades in the kitchen, Popkov is clearly an alternative!

But when Popkov returned to the barracks with a bunch of good things saved by the cooks in his pocket, his comrades had to admire and sigh: Vitaly Ivanovich's skills they couldn't learn!

It's normal for the cooks to have a little stock, anyway, just ensure the level of food for the troops - besides, Sergeant Semenov's qualifications are old enough, and the regimental commander will not hesitate to see him! As long as there are no problems that violate the principles, the kitchen can be cleaned up as much as you like!

Congratulations to the second lieutenant for once again showing his might in the air today and for getting rid of his "hard life" of piloting a reconnaissance plane, and a temporary dinner party was decided in the barracks to rush to eat the good things brought by the second lieutenant, as well as the bottle of vodka made in Moscow.

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, a group of pilots and comrades from the ground crew were about to go to the restaurant for dinner, when a screaming battle alarm suddenly sounded on the airfield!

Nothing else, everyone ran to their own landlines. A staff officer shouted at the top of the tarmac at the top of his throat: "German planes appeared over Shalchininkai, mixed formation, altitude 3500, about 60 aircraft!" Fighters from the Ukmergay airfield will go on a sortie with us! ”

Poplov had just checked his future Lag 5 after dinner half an hour earlier, serving as the new wingman of Captain Alexander Deliantievich Karpov, squadron leader.

The 25-year-old Captain Karpov has been experienced and has already participated in 35 air battles, shooting down 11 in individual combat and 3 in the airframe, basically all German fighters!

Captain Karpov is currently the most likely pilot in the regiment to be awarded the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union", and has made a promise to nominate him when his personal success reaches 15. If this collective record can also be increased at the same time, it is estimated that 15 aircraft should be approved - the captain has not even been hit in battle!

The group roared in the direction of Vilnius, where it was possible to meet the German group, and in the direction of Ukmergay, two squadrons of Jacques had already taken off and were rushing towards Vilnius.

A dozen kilometers from the city, Popkov spotted a German fleet to the southwest, while the Yaks were five kilometers to the east.

No need to talk nonsense, in the headset of the commander's command, with two pairs of flying units, roaring towards the German group.

"Vitaly, keep up"!

"Don't worry, Squadron Leader, it's right behind you!"

Poplov's fighter was a little higher 100 meters behind the squadron leader, "Let's deal with the Germans, let those Jacques deal with the bombers!" ”

Hearing the squadron leader's words, Popkov was a little confused - the Yaks he encountered earlier in this day only had one 20 mm cannon and two 12.7 mm machine guns, and the firepower was not at all as good as his own rags, which were armed with three Shvak 23 mm guns.

How to get them to attack bombers?

But the order is executed, and it can be regarded as a high-wind festival on your side!

In fact, there are few early Yak-9s at Ukmergay Airport that are only equipped with 20 mm guns and machine guns, and most of them are new models with low range but equipped with 37 mm guns! - Yak 9-T-37.

To be precise, the Yak-9T-37 is not a complete fighter, and while maintaining the usual maneuverability of the Yak-9, the firepower has increased greatly in a short period of time! Originally, Ukmergey's planes were intended to be used against German tanks as anti-tank attack aircraft, and those Yak-T-37s were the so-called 'tank openers', and the T was the abbreviation of 'Tankovyi' - 'tank hunter'.

In the middle of its hubs is an NS-37 37mm Nudelman-Suranov gun, which can tear through armor-piercing armor plates up to 48 mm thick, which is enough to deal with the top armor of the turret and the rear of the hull of most German tanks!

The Yaks also had a 12.7mm machine gun, which was originally designed to be used primarily for 37mm gun targeting, but was now unusable for their excellent anti-tank capabilities. Although the 37mm ammunition reserve of those Yak 9T-37 guns is only 30 rounds, but when equipped with high-explosive shells to deal with German bombers, it is basically a reimbursement for one or two hits! With five or six bursts, it would be difficult for those bulky bombers to escape!

German fighters in the air swooped down like a swarm of bees, and the two sides were instantly intertwined!

Karpov's long plane did not estimate the danger at all, and fired head-on with the German 109! After the two sides crossed quickly, Karpov's landline turned in a graceful arc and bit a lone 109!

Approach to 60 meters before firing!

Three Shvak 23 mm caliber guns roared at the same time, and the entire left wing of the 109 was torn off!

However, those Yak-9s in the distance seemed to be moving a little slower, and the German bombers had already entered the bombing route, and the dense bombs fell on the Red Army positions on the ground!

The German fighters were no longer able to control the bombers for the time being, and the rags dragged them down, with only a few 109s facing the Yak group.

Five minutes later, Popkov had already separated from the long plane, and it was impossible for both sides to maintain formation in a scuffle! He bit a 109, but the German pilots were very skilled, and Popkov's two point shots missed!

The Jacques over there used the long point fire of machine guns as a reference, and shot down 3 Junkers 88s in one shot! When a 37-mm high-explosive bomb hit the bomber's fuselage, it was a hole bigger than a basin, and the load-bearing structure inside the fuselage was blown to pieces!

But the weather helped the German bomber group, and soon they all went into the clouds separately, and the Jacques did not blindly pursue after losing their targets - the German bomber pilots could fly more than ten or twenty kilometers in the damn clouds at an altitude of more than 3,500 meters, and they could not pursue at all!

A group of Jacques turned their noses and pounced on the group of fighters in the scuffle on the west side, but the Mercedes 109s seemed to have been ordered to fly into the clouds without fighting after seeing their bombers largely disappear into the clouds.

Poplov chased the 109 straight into the clouds before stopping, turning and flying back over the city. The sound of their own commanders talking over the headset sounded the Jacques not yet seem to be satisfied, and their leader ordered his men to strafe the German positions, but Popkov's regimental commander gave the order to return.

Can't be a single-handedly hero, honestly return home, this combat sortie Popkov didn't even catch a single hair, but the long plane Karpov killed two more!

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At the position of the South Railway Station in Vilnius, basically everyone looked up this morning to see the skirmish air battle over the south, and when they were shelled, they could see their fighters kill that "damn box", and the air battle process was really exciting!

However, there were also a small number of Red Army soldiers who did not pay attention to the battle in the air at all, because they had entered their positions before dawn, and they were snipers!

Private Maria Semyonovna Polivanova and Private Natalia Venediktovna Kovshova, both in ambush in the ruins of the railway station building, entered the position before dawn.

Dawn and dusk, this is the best time for snipers to strike.

The building was large, three floors were largely destroyed, but the second and first floors were largely there, and Polivanova chose the sniper position in an office that had collapsed on three and a half floors.

The sniper rifle was wrapped in sackcloth, and according to the instruction of the instructor, Sergeant Petrova, Polivanova chose this place as the first sniper point for today. The roots of the blown out façade were the best shade, the broken table was overhead, and a fallen award-winning pennant on the wall concealed the barrel of the gun, and everything seemed so natural.

There was no shelter behind it, and Polivanova removed all the broken bricks from the floor, but it was not visible from the Germans: here the German positions could be clearly seen, and if they were exposed, they could quickly enter the corridor and retreat down.

Cloaked in ponchos, the rain had stopped at dawn, and the German trenches could be seen through the scope, but there were no German outcrops.

"To endure loneliness, this is the first requirement for snipers." Keeping in mind the words of the instructor, lie motionless on your stomach on the somewhat damp floor!

Today her mission was to destroy all German troops that were exposed to her vision, from near to far, and Polivanova measured the distance at dawn, and then waited quietly.

The bunkers made by the Germans were very well concealed, and at this time you could see the smoke rising from the German trenches, but there was no one. Ignore the trenches and look further afield: there are a few dilapidated villas in the groves where the Germans have dug the trenches, and where the Germans may have sheltered from the rain.

Or there will be observation posts there.

"It's 850, it's a bit far." I slowly thought in my heart - in the whole team of cadets, my long-distance training shooting performance is the best, but now I am not in a sniper school, and I still don't have much confidence in the target at such a distance.

Moving the rifle very slowly, adjusting the angle, the gaze returned to the German trench: there was a protrusion on the side, probably a German machine-gun position, but from here it was impossible to see anything, and there were no exposed human bodies.

Waiting quietly, I don't know how much time has passed. It could be an hour, or it could be two hours. Feeling a little stiff, the gun did not move, and the man slowly moved back and sat up behind the broken table—the Germans on the ground in this position could no longer see themselves.

Move your stiff arms and legs a few times to speed up the blood flow.

Outside, the voice of "Wild Duck" came from the entrance of the building, and it was the voice of Sergeant Petrova, but Polivanova replied: "Fox".

The sergeant appeared at the entrance of the stairs with a sniper rifle and sat next to her: "The first sortie, can you get used to it?" ”

He is very concerned about the girls and sergeants, just like he treats his own daughters: strict is severe, and he still cares when he cares.

"It's okay, but the Germans are well hidden, and nothing has been found for an hour."

"Don't worry, you're in a good position. People will always make mistakes, but it will be the fascists who make mistakes, be patient. "I'm going to see Natalia, she's in the second room on the left on the second floor." ”

Watching the sergeant leave, Polivanova slowly returned to her sniper position on her stomach, slowly holding her gun and waiting.

Ten minutes later, the shouts of her own infantry could be heard below, and Polivanova could hear them shouting for German planes in the sky to the south.

If you don't pay attention to what is in the air, it has nothing to do with you!

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound of cannonballs about to fall in the air! At this time, Polivanova is more focused than looking for a place to hide - "People always make mistakes, but never themselves!" ”

There was a violent explosion at the forward position, and the mud from the explosion even flew to Polivanova!

There wasn't much black smoke and the sight didn't make a difference!

The German artillery bombardment plane was indicating the target to the artillerymen, but soon, in the interval between the shelling, someone could be heard shouting that their own plane appeared in the air, and an air battle was breaking out over the south!

In the circular field of vision, Polivanova aimed the crosshairs at the German second-line trenches 400 meters away - air battles always attract a lot of people who watch the excitement, people are curious, and this is their chance!

It's an uncovered trench, so if you want to see the excitement, you'll have to find a place where you can see the sky, right!?

Her prediction was correct, and after more than ten seconds, a few heads appeared in that section of the trench, but only the first half, and the Germans were probably probing their heads into the sky to see the excitement, and even waved their arms from time to time!

Aiming the 400-meter aim at one of them, but with her back to herself, she couldn't tell whether the hat was an officer's hat or not: those German officers also liked to wear hats indiscriminately, and they were not particular about it, and it was difficult to judge.

After waiting for two seconds, I was just about to shoot, and there was something new: half of the palm appeared in the ear of the person to the left of the first target!

He's got goggles, at least he's a non-commissioned officer!

As soon as the rifle moved slightly, Polivanova pulled the trigger steadily! A crisp gunshot, but the sound of the gunfire was well muffled by the explosion of German shells, and no one would notice that one of the snipers hiding here fired a lethal bullet with his weapon!

In just 0.5 seconds, I saw a small canopy of blood mist burst out of the target's half of the braincase in the scope!

Killed!

The few German troops on the side immediately disappeared and all went down into the trenches - they watched the bustle because the Russian positions were being shelled, and no one would be exposed in the violent explosion. But they were wrong! I didn't expect that the Red Army snipers didn't pay attention to the shelling at all, and they didn't expect to take their lives with only a little exposure!

Pulling the bolt of the gun and going up again, the shell explosion gave him good cover, and no one would notice him. But the muzzle of the gun was adjusted: that trench would not have a chance today!

It seems that a gunshot at close range was heard, probably Kovshova on the second floor also caught some target, and this gunshot was only a seeming shot, and it was uncertain.

There was no longer much chance on the side of the trenches, but when I changed the angle, the muzzle of the gun was a little higher, and I saw a few German soldiers running out of a broken house 800 meters away, running to the west side!

Tracing the route of the Germans, it took more than ten seconds to determine what the Germans were going to do - a parachute was hung on a large tree with only branches left, and the two Germans were there to help.

"German pilots?"

Two German soldiers with their bare hands, that would not have been to capture the Red Army pilots. However, due to the interference of tree branches, the figure disappears from time to time.

It was too far away, but Polivanova decided to give it a try - looking for a gap, it was already difficult to tell whether it was a pilot or a soldier, and only saw a straight human torso.

Pull the trigger, and a second later, the target's side appears to roll.

Loaded again, continue to observe, it seems that there is a small bump, an object is moving, it should be a human body!

"It's the wounded." Polivanova did not fire again at the wounded, but waited.

More than ten seconds later, another person appeared and dragged the wounded man to the west, and at that moment, Polivanova pulled the trigger - the bullet hit the uninjured one!

The wounded were still moving, but no third person was to be seen. Polivanova was patient and she would not fire at the wounded until the third target appeared.

Patiently waiting, and finally after about half a minute, a third person appeared: a two-step jumper, dragging the wounded and running backwards!

The gunshots rang out again, and Polivanova watched as the man who was trying to drag the wounded fell backwards! The last bullet in the magazine was loaded, and it cleanly relieved the pain of the wounded man who was still struggling!

Five shots, four, three snipers in the back is a standard fishing tactic, there is no mercy, only merciless blows, this is sniping!

The sniper position was no longer usable, and Polivanova slowly dragged her rifle back, retreated from the hallway to the first floor, and entered the traffic trench to the west, where there was the second sniper position she had chosen, in the cannon artillery position.

The Germans would only pay attention to the artillery positions hidden behind broken walls and bunkers, which were not good places for snipers, but the instructor told her that sometimes the best spots seemed inappropriate!

There really wasn't much to choose from, the mud walls dug up to cover the artillery were the best cover - she got into a cannon position and said to the artillerymen, "Mind?" ”

The lead lieutenant had a smile on his somewhat muddy face: "Welcome." After speaking, he said to another sergeant: "Valekin, indicate the target to Comrade Sniper!" ”

Needless to say, this lieutenant is Shuklin, and his cannons are not ready to wield their might, since the sniper girl has taken a fancy to herself, of course she is welcome.

He put his hood over his head, his feet resting on two shell boxes, and his gun resting against the dirt wall, so that a sniper rifle could not be seen from a distance.

A few meters away, Valekin was looking at the cannon mirror, and the 15x magnification was better than the girl could see through aiming.

"The distance is 420 meters, the direction 030 is 10 close to the left, the German front-line trench should be a machine gun position, it seems to be a little moving." -- Their cannons could not fire directly at targets at such a distance unless they pushed them forward. And now they are not on an anti-tank mission, they have to stay here honestly, it is impossible to fire high-explosive shells at that "suspected position"!

Snipers can understand Valekinji's words, artillery observation posts often give instructions to snipers, and snipers must be able to understand artillerymen's common language.

All the gunners waited, waiting for the sniper's gunfire to ring, but after the German shelling was suspended, the girl did not fire at all: wait patiently!

Valygin watched intently, keeping a close eye on the "suspicious position".

"Found the target, a German ......" Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and half a second later, Valekin saw that someone had knocked his upper body behind the mud pile!

"Hit the upper body, if you don't die, you will be crippled!" The eye took off the eyepiece and saw the sniper jumping from the shell box.

The girl smiled at Valekin as machine-gun bullets whistled outside, and the "sizzle" of bullets piercing through the wood and earth could be heard on top of her head.

Taking out a notebook in her clothes pocket, Polivanova wrote a few words on it, and after writing, she handed the pencil and notebook to Vallekin: "Comrade sergeant, can you sign it for me?" ”

Of course! It's always a good thing that the girl's family asks you to sign - but the artillerymen don't think about it, this is to ask Valekin, the artillery observer, to testify to the snipers to confirm the results of the battle.

"Thank you." Retrieving her record book, Polivanova thanked the artillerymen and left.

Leaving a group of artillerymen looking east and west, Shuklin held back the sentence: "It's a beautiful girl, and it's so sweet to laugh!" ”

Valekin scratched his scalp, "Comrade Lieutenant, you don't know the name of the girl yet!" Ha ha! ”

Shuklin kicked the guy in the heart, "you! ”

"It's just a little ruthless! Whoever marries is stressful! It was Ragnov, who was sitting on the shell box, who spoke, and said eloquently, "Comrades, this time there are 7 beautiful girls near our position, it is estimated that they will fight side by side with us during this time, comrades who have ideas should prepare more chocolates, otherwise there will be no chance after this position!" Also, beware of that middle-aged woman comrade, beware of rolling pins! ”

No one laughed, and the brothers looked embarrassed—and as soon as he turned his head, Ragnov saw the last thing he wanted to see: the female sniper and a middle-aged woman with a sniper rifle were staring at him!

(A little late, more than 11,000 eruptions.) (To be continued.) )