The continuous autumn rain was dripping down, and the water level in the swamp on the west side of Lake Beloye could no longer allow the army to pass through after a night, and even the original paths between the swamps became muddy, and the Romanian detachment dismissed plans to cross the swamp to reconnoitre. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Primorsky Army also made new arrangements in the autumn rain, and the two Red Infantry Marine Regiments, which had just been transported by sea, rushed overnight to the advancing defensive zone along the line from Belyaevka to Shekretarevka, which would be the focus of the Romanian offensive in the northwest corner of the defensive line.

The Red Navy infantry lacked heavy weapons, especially armored vehicles and anti-tank guns, and all 17 "self-propelled 45-mm anti-tanks" produced by the Odessa Tractor Plant in the past few days were lost to two marine regiments.

The next morning, the autumn rain did not mean to stop, and the armies on both sides honestly stayed in the fortifications to recuperate - whoever wants to make achievements in such a situation is a fool's dream, and people walking on the mud are mud that is not above their ankles, and it is definitely the best target.

"If the rain doesn't stop until tomorrow, the fascists will have to stay there for a week!" The former garrison of Odessa, who are familiar with the environmental characteristics of this generation, understand the severe autumn rain in southern Ukraine, but now is not the beginning of the muddy season, this rain is only a harbinger of rotten quagmire.

Only a small number of observation posts remained in the trenches, because the mud and water in them were already ankle-high, and the temporarily dug trenches did not have a strong drainage capacity. Everyone else went into the relatively dry fortifications, quietly waiting for the weather to clear. The Romanians were much more unlucky than the Reds, because many of them had not seen the mud of Ukraine, and the rains and the drastic temperatures had made the Romanians complain, and many of them were sick by daybreak.

Lyudmila left the fortifications just as it was light, and entered the ruins of the village with a cloak, lurking in a collapsed farmhouse. It's still raining, the fascists on the other side must be having a hard time, and when everyone thinks that they will be calm, people's vigilance will drop, especially after the rain and freezing - if you make a mistake, life will leave, because this is the battlefield.

The PU sights are very waterproof, the sackcloth-wrapped rifle turned out to be heavier than usual, but it doesn't matter, Lyudmika carried out an ambush. 200 meters away is the Romanian front-line position, which will finally wait for the dawn of the Romanian army has already begun to move, and the target of the sniper is there.

The interior of the T-shaped mark is very clear, with only a faint hint of rain distracting. Lyudmika stared at a hollow, and after a few days of observation, she knew that it was a field toilet in the front-line positions of the Luo army. A few days ago, I was scared by the sharpshooters here, and the fascists went to the toilet with their bodies down, and they couldn't see it here, so maybe there will be a chance today.

The head of a man in a poncho appeared in view, and it took only 0.5 seconds for the T-junction to be aimed at the head - it was a Romanian soldier who had just finished using the toilet: without hesitation, Lyudmila pulled the trigger.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and after 0.25 seconds, a mist of blood, brains, and rain appeared on the target's head in Lyudmila's field of vision. The target disappeared, and since there was no witness for this sniping, it could not be used as an official result statistic, and Lyudmila didn't care about this, because another fascist was killed by herself!

At noon, the rain suddenly stopped, and Lyudmila withdrew her positions to the trenches. The cold guns of her and several other top shooters made the fascists on the other side much more honest, and there were no more targets on the plain that could be hit, and even the shelling that could usually be heard stopped.

Heavy machine-gun shooter Dmitry took a shelter behind a sandbag, smoked a precious horse-to-cigarette, and unloaded half of the door panel that was used as a canopy to sit on the floor. Seeing Lyudmila coming over, he greeted warmly: "Comrade Pavlichenko, sit down." How are you today? ”

Lyudmila had a good impression of the warrant officer in his 30s, who cared about the recruits like a big brother - a veteran who had participated in the liberation army and fought several battles in the Carpathian Mountains and Romanian border guards. Although he had not participated in any major battles, he was very familiar with the things on the battlefield, and the recruits learned a lot of life-saving tricks from him.

Saving his life does not mean that Dmitry is timid - he cannot be a heavy machine gunner if he is timid, and this is the position that will most attract enemy fire; Comrade warrant officer knows a lot: If anyone who has been in the field unit for more than 10 years has been in the field force, if he is still a warrant officer and has not been retrenched in logistics or anything, then he must have something special that is worth leaving behind.

Dmitry was able to shoot the Makqin machine gun in a trick, and if necessary, he had no problem commanding a company, and he had the unique skill of watching the weather with one hand, and his ability to dig fortifications as a guide was first-class, and even several sniper positions in Lyudmila were suggested by Comrade Warrant Officer.

You're welcome, sit on the door panel: "Just one to go to the toilet." ”

After spending a long time with her comrades, Lyudmila has become accustomed to the habits of the fighters, and for the time being forgot about the exquisiteness of the school.

A recruit came over with a large iron kettle and poured some for everyone in the trenches. Lyudmila took out the kettle stuck in her waist and was about to empty the water inside, but was stopped by Dmitry. "I've got two." I took an enamel cup from the side and gave it to her.

Snipers generally don't carry water glasses, for the simple reason - the sound of collisions during action can reveal their position.

"Sasha, what's it?"

"Coffee, Comrade warrant officer."

How long has it been since you tasted coffee? Dmitry had almost forgotten about it, and now he was hungry for the smell.

"Half a cup per person, the comrades of the Red Navy just sent it, American goods."

I tasted it, it tasted good, it should have been put milk and sugar - the comrades in the trenches didn't know, this was instant coffee from the US army, the kind packed for fifty people, and it was brewed in several large pots separately.

It was already noon, and another comrade brought lunch: brown bread and American chocolate. Many people are reluctant to eat chocolate and store it in their backpacks.

Lyudmila loves chocolate, so she broke off a piece and tasted it, and it didn't seem to taste as good as the ones sold in the Kiev malls. Lyudmila is the only one here who thinks that American military chocolate does not taste very good, and some comrades have never eaten chocolate, and comrades from the countryside cannot be compared with comrades from Kiev in this regard.

There was the buzz of planes in the air, and Dmitry looked west through the narrow lookout, "All hidden, bomber group!" ”

It's not that I haven't seen fascist bombers, but the shouts of the warrant officer made the comrades immediately stick to the wall of the trench - in just a few seconds, Lyudmila could already hear the difference today: not a high-altitude group, the height of the group would not exceed a thousand, otherwise the sound would not have come so quickly!

Except for the observation post, none of the soldiers would stupidly probe to look to the west, it was their own death - the group of aircraft coming from low altitude would only have one purpose: to bombard the Red Army positions on this side!

But the comrades in Belyaevka guessed wrong, and not a single bomb fell when the group flew over their heads: their target was the port!

The forward positions have already alerted the port and the Odessa air defense command, planes at the airfield are taking off urgently, and the few anti-aircraft artillery positions along the line are beginning to roar. But from the very beginning, the anti-aircraft gunners found a big problem: most of them were 76 and 85 mm anti-aircraft guns, which did not pose much threat to the Romanian fleet at an altitude of less than 1,000 meters, and those quadruple 7.62 mm Maxim anti-aircraft machine guns were beyond the reach of the whip!

How nice it would be if you had a 37mm anti-aircraft gun or a 14.5mm machine gun yourself! However, there are not many rapid-fire anti-aircraft weapons in Odessa, and most of them are located near urban areas and port areas, and the Romanians should have summed up this point before adopting medium and low altitude penetration.

The soldiers in the trenches can't help much, so they can only hope that the port area will be lucky! Today luck is not on the side of the fascists: it is not Odessa, but the Romanian Air Force, which is flying over Petrovskoye, northeast of Odessa, in a huge formation of a mixture of hundreds of Red Army combat aircraft, with the task of bombing Romanian positions deployed on the northeastern front of the Red Army.

After receiving a notification from the Odessa air defense command, most of the escort fighters were heading at full speed to intercept the Romanian group, and an air battle was about to break out.

Just as the Romanian fleet entered the bombing route, more than 20 laga fighters dived down from an altitude of more than 3,000 meters! The Romanian bomber formation, which had discovered the high-altitude Soviet fighters, had no choice but to abandon the planned plan to bomb the port area, drop all the bombs in the eastern part of the city, turn around and return home.

The battle between the Romanian "yellow-headed cigars" and the rag immediately broke out, and the fighters of the group army air force that would take off urgently also joined the melee, and the air melee started above the military and civilian capital of Odessa!

The anti-aircraft artillery had to stop firing, and the gunners waved their flags and shouted for the Stalinist eagles from their own gun positions: the crisp sound of machine guns, the dull sound of machine gun fire, the planes flying up and down, and the planes falling in the air on fire, all this tightly affected the hearts of the military and civilians of Odessa!

The people in the eastern part of the city were not so interested, the bombs dropped by the fascists caused heavy losses here, and the comrades were busy rescuing - 60 kilometers away, the Romanian positions were even worse: the incendiary bombs and bombs dropped by the Red Army bombers gave the Romanians, who had just experienced the autumn rains in Ukraine, a taste of fire and purgatory! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )