Semi-permanent fortifications were rarely seen on either front, because no one had time to construct them, and the darkening sky urged everyone to plan for themselves. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The command of the Romanian Border Division also noticed the change in the weather, and immediately thought that the 21st Infantry Division in the south would not be able to move an inch, and that it was the focus of the next offensive. Sure enough, the news received from the command of the army group was that most of the 21st Infantry Division would join the frontal assault on Belyaevka after the weather cleared.

At 5 p.m., sparse raindrops began to fall from the sky, and at the forefront of the battle line, the "Lyudmila Fortress", where the Red Marines stationed there had already erected fortifications that could barely shelter themselves from the wind and rain.

It is said that it is a fortification, but it is better to say that it is a canopy built with wooden shelves, and there is not even a reinforced roof of soil and logs that should be there. The village was in ruins, the trenches stretched to the two flanks, and two or three hundred meters away was the forward position of the Romanians, and the conditions were half a pound to eight taels on their own side. Less than two kilometres to the west is the ruined town of Yaski, where both sides are within range of each other's mortars.

A few days ago, when the Romanian army had just captured Yaski, the mortars of the Romanian vanguard bombarded the villages and defensive lines where the Red Army was stationed, but soon the fascists realized that this was not worth the loss - the only commanding height in this area was in the hands of the Red Army, which was a small piece of high ground about 20 meters above all sides. The Red Army stationed in the garrison easily got the specific location of the mortar position of the Romanian army, and after an 82-mm mortar shell, the position of the Romanian army was immediately in shambles!

The Primorsky Army did not have as many heavy artillery as the Romanian Fourth Army, but there were plenty of mortars and shells - the shipyard had turned into a mortar factory, the foundry had become a shell factory, and the tractor factory was even more exaggerated, producing the Odessa version of the self-propelled anti-tank gun!

While the Fourth Army was redeploying for the campaign, the artillery battles on the front did not stop, but the infantry and tanks of the group charge were missing. In the northwestern village, the infantry on both sides never stopped.

Lyudmila eliminated her 150th target in the morning, and the battle had made her fully mature as the most feared sniper killer of her generation. Unlike their counterparts in Minsk, Lyudmika and her comrades did not pick targets, and any fascist target that came into view was their prey - because Odessa was under siege, and the greatest possible extermination of fascism was the first duty of every Soviet soldier.

After each shelling, it was time for Lyudmila to strike: her observer, wounded by a shell yesterday, had already been taken to the rear hospital, and now she was on her own mission.

A sniper is incomplete without an observer, but it doesn't matter, because she is not a sniper now, but the most needed marksman on the front line, carrying out her mission in the ruins and in the trenches.

As the rain fell, Lyudmila's cloak was already a little wet, and a torn tarpaulin was wrapped around the ship's military cap, the simplest sniper disguise: standing in the trench now, it didn't matter how good cover it was. Lyudmila didn't care at all about the Romanians on the other side, and this part of the contact led her to conclude that it was a bunch of reckless men, and the charge was okay, and the others were not so good.

The original expectation of the Luo army was to take Odessa in one go, but they did not expect the Red Army to defend so tenaciously, and they did not expect that the Red Army snipers could inflict a serious morale blow to their own infantry. The Luo army in the front-line position did not dare to show its head at all, and was frightened by the snipers of the Red Army, and did not go out of the rudimentary fortifications until it was absolutely necessary.

It was precisely because of the cowardice of the Romanians that Lyudmila had stopped focusing on the front-line positions of the Romanian army since two days earlier, but had set sights on the targets between Yasky and the front-line positions.

The first target of the day was eliminated at a distance of 600 meters, and the comrades at the forward mortar observation post gave themselves instructions that no one else could normally destroy a target at such a distance with a Mosin-Nagant 1891/30 7.62mm sniper rifle with a P.E.4 sight, but she could. At this time, Lyudmila is carefully searching.

In the open area, there were only a few birch trees that had been blown up, and the few Romanian tanks destroyed by anti-tank guns were a little hazy in the light rain, and everything seemed to be calm on the battlefield.

Half an hour later, Lyudmila withdrew from her position and returned to the small bunker in the village where she was resting - it was getting dark, and there would be nothing to be gained today.

The soldiers of the Red Navy greeted them, and when they saw Lyudmila with a sniper rifle on her back, they offered to make room for her. This is the headquarters of a Marine Corps company, and it is said that it is the headquarters of the headquarters, but in fact it is a farmhouse that has collapsed more than half, and the Red Navy soldiers have reserved the cleanest place for the female comrades.

The boys admired this beautiful female sniper: her results were on the one hand, and her knowledge was even more impressive. During this time, the boys liked to listen to the eldest sister talk about the history of Russia: most of the sailors were only in their 20s, obviously younger than her, and the culture could not be compared with the top students of the history department of Kyiv National University, in their eyes, this lesbian was like a legendary professor.

Young and beautiful women are always welcome, but the comrades of the Red Navy will not even make a slightly over-the-top joke in front of Lyudmila, because her eyes always seem to be cold and reveal a faint sadness. Although he was enthusiastic about his comrades, several comrades who thought that they were in good condition were very amusemented and dismissed his plans to pursue Lyudmila.

"Shelling!" Outside the fortifications came the shouts of observers, and the screech of shells whistling through the air was heard, and it was their own artillery that was firing.

"I guess the fascists are roasting the fire." Lyudmila, knowing that the Romanians were likely to retaliate against her, stepped out of her rudimentary bunker and sat in a dug trench with a plank.

The observation post saw a campfire lit by the Romanians, and the shelling attracted shells from the west, which smashed into their own lines without accuracy, and after 10 minutes everything was calm. Lyudmila returned to the bunker with her comrades - this place could not stop a single shell, only the rain.

Sit down, and by the faint light of the candle, I disassembled the sniper rifle and wiped it once. A Red Navy soldier handed over a piece of hard bread, and this was her dinner.

It was silent, only a dozen or twenty kilometers away, and the sound of shelling could be heard from a distance, and everything was uncomfortable. (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.) )