"Sir. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ivanov, who was constantly trembling because his spirit was greatly suppressed, turned to look at Zhang Da, and said tremblingly, "I have done the work, please let us go." ”

In the morning, Ivanov and Vasily went out in search of food. While exploring different forks in the road, Ivanov encountered the most elite special operations unit of the Ming Dynasty, and was subsequently captured. And this elite special operations unit of the Ming army was transferred to the front line by Zhang Cheng after receiving reports from the front line about the continuous losses under the intricate terrain of the sewers. Their combat mission was to rid the sewers of the entire city of Moscow of 'rats'.

After capturing Ivanov, they quickly used professional interrogation methods and a little special medicine to get Ivanov, an older boy who was actually only a teenager, to tell everything. After hearing that they had ambushed a Ming army patrol in the sewers and that there were many companions hiding information. Zhang Da, who squinted slightly, used seduction tactics to induce Ivanov to betray his companions in exchange for his own safety and that of his girlfriend.

Now that the matter is done, Ivanov hopes that Zhang Da will keep his promise and let him and Valentina leave. Ivanov had already thought in his heart that as long as he could leave the purgatory on earth in Moscow, then he would take Valentina to his hometown in the suburbs. Ivanov came from a relatively wealthy family, and his family was quite rich. His family has a small manor over there, and there is no problem in life.

For Ivanov, who has been on the battlefield for a period of time and has experienced the rain of bullets and the line between life and death, the young blood has already cooled. watched many teachers and classmates who were familiar in the past turn into cold, mutilated corpses in the midst of the war. Listening to the wounded slowly tortured to death in pain amid the terrible and miserable wails, Ivanov had already been frightened.

Brutal warfare may produce a group of natural warriors, but most people lose themselves in war.

"Well, you're right." Zhang Da slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, his eyes swept over the people in front of him, and slowly pulled out the gun at his waist, "It's time to fulfill the promise." ”

Ivanov, whose expression changed greatly, looked at the Ming army who raised the gun in his hand, and raised his hand in a panic to raise his gun to resist, but where could his actions be able to confront the elite troops of the Ming army that had been tested for a long time? Before he could raise the firearm in his hand, Zhang Da had already shot him in the chest.

Looking at the blood on his chest, Ivanov fell with reluctance and confusion on his face. Listening to the dense gunshots and the screams of his female classmates before they died, he felt like he was going crazy.

"Valentina......" looked at Valentina, who was spitting blood in her mouth, and her beautiful big eyes had lost their luster and fell beside her, Ivanov trembled and stretched out his hand to try to caress his girlfriend's bloodless face.

"You killed our men, so you must die." Zhang Da put away his gun, squatted beside Ivanov, and whispered, "This is the law of survival on the battlefield, and it has nothing to do with promises." ”

Looking at the staring Ivanov again, Zhang Da shook his head slightly and slowly stood up. With a light sigh, he turned and led his men out of the dark and claustrophobic sewers.

"This damn war."

......

"Hurry up and bring me a bullet! I can't stand it here! "Next to the window on the second floor of the Chekaav Building, which was sealed with sandbags and various debris, leaving only a narrow shooting hole, a bearded Russian machine gunner operating a heavy machine gun was firing fiercely, shouting at his ammunition man.

"No more! Nothing! The young ammunition man scramsed through the ammunition boxes on the ground, even rummaging through the yellow-orange-orange stacks of shells, despite the hot shells. It's just a pity that there is nothing left.

"Go to the battalion headquarters and ask for it!" Seeing that the last chain of bullets was about to be finished, the Heavy roared angrily.

"I've been there!" The young ammunition hand fell to the ground, trembling and blistering hands, and shouted, "I even went to the regimental headquarters!" Nothing! There are no more bullets, no more bullets anywhere! ”

"Click~~~" The sound of bullets jamming sounded, and the machine gun completely lost its role.

"It's over." The machine gunner looked through the narrow shooting hole, and the black pressure outside, and the Ming army, which had no end in sight, rushed over under the cover of a large number of tanks and armored vehicles, fell to the ground and muttered to himself.

"Let's retreat!" The young ammunition man cried out with a crying voice, "We are out of bullets, what else can we do?" ”

"We can still resist!" The bearded Russian machine gunner suddenly got up, pushed aside the heavy machine gun in front of him with a reddish barrel and a trace of white smoke, picked up a Mosin Nagant rifle at his foot and shot through the hole.

"Go get me some rifle bullets! More grenades! ”

"Uh-oh." The mentally disturbed ammunition hand, who had been overcome by the brutal fighting, struggled to get up and ran out of the room trying to go to the company, battalion, or regimental headquarters to get some ammunition. But as soon as he left the room, the bearded Russian machine gunner who was shooting through the firing port suddenly widened his eyes. Not far away, he saw a half-kneeling Ming soldier emerge from behind the wreckage of a destroyed armored vehicle.

Seeing that the Ming army was nothing, now there are Ming troops everywhere outside. But the man he saw was carrying a dark, long, cylindrical object on his shoulder.

He certainly wouldn't have known what it was before. But after the baptism of war during this time, the veterans of the Russian army have clearly understood that it is a device that can fire strange ammunition. He had seen many times when this weapon had blown up his own fire. And the worst thing is that that horrible thing is now facing him straight at his location!

"Hurry up......" The old soldier's roar was not finished, and a rocket with a long tail of flame accurately hit the fortification in front of him. Suddenly, the whole room turned into a hell of hell.

The main reason why it is so accurate is that the distance is very close. The accuracy of this weapon before the absence of a guidance system is very disappointing. If you are a little farther away, you don't know where it will fly, and this is also the main reason that restricts its equipment troops.

The young ammo hand shook his dizzy head vigorously and struggled to get up from the rubble on the ground. The ammunition hand, who had just escaped death, rubbed his buzzing ears and looked at the room that had completely collapsed, and his heart completely collapsed. Suddenly he got up and screamed and rushed to the rear, he just wanted to get out of here now. The long and brutal battle had broken his will to fight, and he just wanted to live now.

This happens almost all the time. When the Ming army seized all the nearby buildings and the barricades and trenches on the streets, the lone Chekaav Mansion became the last beacon still standing in the surging tide.

Countless Ming soldiers rushed into the Chekav building with rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, **** and flamethrowers. Wipe out the resistance of the Russian army layer by layer. The entire huge building was littered with blood and grotesquely shaped corpses.

The battle has entered a white-hot state at this moment. The officers and men on both sides were in a frenzy, desperately attacking all the enemies in different uniforms, with all the weapons at hand, even their fists and teeth.

Nearly 30,000 defenders had suffered heavy casualties by this time, and less than a tenth were able to continue fighting. In this case, the fall of the Chekav building is already a matter of time.

......

"Damn it! I want reinforcements, reinforcements! I couldn't have held out any longer without reinforcements! The buttons on the uniforms have been completely unbuttoned, and it is almost the commander of the 59th Infantry Army of the Russian Army, General Kanunikov, who is almost bare-chested, holding the microphone in his hand tightly and shouting "I want reinforcements!! ”

"There are no reinforcements." An unusually cold voice came from across the microphone, "No reinforcements, hold on, repel the enemy's attack." ”

"Bastard!" General Kanunikov, whose face was hideous, gasped heavily, and after a moment shouted into the microphone, "I want to talk to General Zhukov!" ”

"General Zhukov is directing the battle and does not have time."

The voice from the other side of the microphone made the furious Kanunnikov's heart suddenly cold, and he hurriedly shouted, "I want to talk to Grand Duke Nikolai!" ”

"The great justice is dealing with military affairs, and there is no time."

"Smack!" Before Kanunikov was about to say something, the other side had already hung up the phone.

"How's it going?" Semonov, chief of staff of the 59th Infantry Army of the Russian army, hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

The current situation is really bad and cannot be worse, the Ming army has already entered the Chekav Mansion and is constantly cleaning up the defenders everywhere. It will fall in a few hours at most. By that time, the two of them, as high-ranking officers, had either been killed or had become disgraced prisoners of war. Either way is a dead end.

"These bastards! They ran! Kanunnikov's words were filled with endless anger!

"What?!" Semonov was dumbfounded.

"I said that Zhukov and Nikolai have already run away!" Kanunnikov suddenly took off his military uniform, turned to look at the stunned chief of staff, and said sharply: "If you don't want to be a prisoner, then follow me!" Without looking back, he ran outside. After only a few seconds of hesitation, Semonov immediately turned and followed.

"Wait a minute! You bastards! When Kanunnikov and Semonov hurried to Red Square, they saw a plane whizzing off the ground and into the night sky.

"Bastard!" Looking at the distant plane, listening to the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer, Kanunnikov sat down on the ground in pain. He knew that it was all over.

Moscow, it's over. (To be continued.) )