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Captain Schunezel was awakened by Stuka's screaming.

With tenacity of nerves, Captain Schunezel did not close his eyes for a day and two nights, and devoted himself to improving the defense of the city of Buzeu.

In the early hours of 2 June, after returning to his temporary accommodation north of the city from the ferry, the young Captain Schunezel could no longer hold on, took a chair and lay down on the desk in the lounge to sleep, waiting for the German siege.

While sleeping, he did not forget to put his favorite weapon, the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle, horizontally on his desk.

In this way, once the battle breaks out, he can pick up his weapon and go into battle in the shortest possible time.

When Captain Schunezel slept soundly, he didn't know that a murderous "black water" was flowing silently under his feet through the dense sewers like a spider's web.

Along Bassesko Street, which runs from south to north and north to the ferry, Schunezel's temporary residence is located on the west side of Basescu Street in the north of the city, near the wilderness north of the city.

Not only him, but the military headquarters of the 8th Mechanized Army, led by Ryabishev, was in the basement of the northern building adjacent to him.

At 4:15 a.m., east of the city of Buzeu, a group of bombers was approaching the sky over the city of Buzeu when the troops guarding the wilderness were shelled by the Germans.

Almost at the same time, manhole covers from at least six sewers in the streets surrounding Honezel's residence eerily popped out of the wells and moved sideways to the ground next to them.

With one arm out of the sewer, he threw the grenade in his hand at the building where Ryabishev was. The sewer was then retracted and the manhole cover was moved back into place.

The grenade did not explode after landing, but snorted. Green smoke drilled into the grenades, filling the air.

In less than a minute, Ryabishev's tall building was already surrounded by green smoke.

The sudden appearance of green smoke immediately caused panic among the guards around the building.

Where does all this smoke come from? What is it for?

Their panic did not last long, and the Luftwaffe bombers put an end to their speculation.

A squadron of ME-109 fighters, covering two squadrons of bombers, quickly flew to the north of the city filled with green smoke and implemented decapitation tactics.

Stuka squadron was the first to attack. The mournful horn of Jericho rushed towards the building surrounded by green smoke.

Rushing straight to a height of about six or seven hundred meters from the building, Stuka picked up the nose of the plane sharply.

However, the 500-kilogram semi-armor-piercing bomb in the belly and the four 50-kilogram bombs under the wings were pulled by gravity. Straight to the top of the building.

In a series of explosions, four 50-kilogram bombs instantly wiped out the roof of the building, and shrapnel, rubble and pieces of glass from the windows splashed downstairs, smashing some hapless Soviet soldiers in a pool of blood.

In the dull thump of the thump. The 500-kilogram semi-armor-piercing projectile continuously pierced through four floors and drilled directly into the interior of the building, and before personnel inside and outside the building could figure out what was happening, the small fan at the tail of the bomb suddenly stopped rotating.

Terrifying flames erupted from the windows of the building, flying four or five meters away.

The seven-story building shuddered violently, and the parts above the third floor crumbled and fell off, and the large and small pieces of brick and stone smashed into the ground floor like a landslide.

The broken masonry has not yet fully landed, and the bricks have not stopped tumbling. The second, third, and seventh Stuka ignored anti-aircraft shells from the ground and dived incessantly.

Fifty-kilogram bombs were fired in groups of four, kicking off countless pieces of rubble and shrapnel. Make the area around the building a no-go zone.

The 500-kilogram bomb carved a series of holes in the wreckage of the building, and brutally drilled into the building, destroying the structure of the building from the inside out.

Under the wrath of seven Stuka bombers, the seven-story building collapsed in an instant, leaving only the outer frame of the lowest floor, about one story high, and a hill of masonry and furniture.

Under the guidance of a certain big man who had participated in street fighting in Poland. The purpose of the Luftwaffe bombers was clear, even if the Soviet command was hiding in the basement. The entrance to the basement is also to be blocked with the broken bricks and stones of the building, and the enemies who are buried inside alive are also to be buried alive.

As the German fleet flew north of the city, Schunezel shook his head.

As the first Stuka bomber let out its trademark screech, Schunezel sat up straight, his bloodshot eyes wide open.

"It's the bombers of the Germans, the Germans are coming." Schunezel muttered.

Lightning-fast grabbing the large-brimmed hat on the table and buttoning it to his head, he picked up the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in front of him, and Schunezel bounced to his feet.

With a loud bang, Schunezel hurriedly turned to look at the door behind him, and it was one of his old subordinates who rushed in.

"The building of the bomber headquarters of the Germans"

Seeing the panicked and breathless faces of his subordinates, Schunezel screamed in his heart.

Pushing away the subordinates who were blocking the way, Shunezel ran out of the building vigorously, and only stopped when he ran to the open space outside the main entrance of the building, and turned to look at the military headquarters building of the Eighth Mechanized Army to the north, and happened to see a thrilling scene.

Boundless dust enveloped the unrecognizable building, and the seven-story building was like a building block that had been knocked down, turning into countless pieces of different shapes and falling to the ground with a thud.

Around the building, the originally orderly guard units and their positions were being baptized by airborne flying stones, and the soldiers were in a mess, running away from the building like headless flies, and from time to time someone wailed and fell to the ground by various large and small rubbles.

In the sky, countless planes that looked like seagulls were circling and diving, and it was the screams of these "seagulls" full of death that broke his dreams.

The military department of the 8th Mechanized Army, my task.

A roar erupted in his heart.

The superiors gave him two tasks, one was to assist the Eighth Mechanized Army in defending the city of Buzeu, and the other was to protect the military headquarters of the Eighth Mechanized Army, especially the commander Ryabishev, to evacuate the city of Buzeu safely if the defensive battle of Buzeu failed.

Hills of masonry were piled up on the original site of the building, with Ryabishev and the headquarters of the 8th Mechanized Army just below.

If you want to rescue them, you can't help them unless you can become a fully mechanized construction team, or become a mountain giant in myths and legends.

Seeing that the mission failed, Xiunaizel's fiery heart suddenly became cold, and his mind was also chaotic, and he had long lost his enthusiasm for going to the battlefield.

"The Germans' plane is down, run."

Unable to hear a heart-rending roar, he subconsciously looked up overhead, just as he saw a plane rushing to the ground, and from his point of view, it seemed that the plane had come specifically for him.

Glancing at the building where he had just slept, he jumped up and ran away from the building, as if he had a strong spring under his feet.

About forty or fifty meters away, he heard a thunderous explosion from behind him, the explosion was so loud that it almost burst his eardrums, and his brain was buzzing, as if there were countless people beating gongs and drums inside.

Countless pieces of rubble crackled and flew to the ground beside him, and one of his subordinates on the right side screamed and was hit on the head by a flying brick, and he fell to the ground bleeding from all seven holes.

With a vicious wind, a fist-sized gravel slammed into Schunezel's left shoulder, and he felt as if he had been hit by a chain hammer, and his body shook and almost fell to the ground.

Staggering a few steps, Schunezel steadied himself, grabbed his rifle with only his right hand, and swooped a few steps headlong into the bottom of a T-34 tank in front of him.

With a sharp pain in his left shoulder and almost no sensation in his left arm, he used his remaining right arm and feet to burrow deep under the car like a centipede, and did not settle down until his entire body was hidden under the car.

There was a series of loud noises overhead, and I don't know how many "UFOs" landed on the tank, and Schunezel covered his left shoulder, and saw countless glass and masonry bullets falling on the ground outside the bottom of the car.

The explosions didn't stop for a moment, the ground shook incessantly, and Schunezel had lost the desire for war in his heart.

I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die Under the cover of the T-34, Schunezel prayed incessantly.

It didn't take long for Schunezel to notice that the explosions outside had stopped, and he cautiously slipped out of the car.

The building where it once lived was now in the footsteps of the Eighth Mechanized Army, turning into a hill of bricks and stones.

A sergeant slipped out of the bottom of a Gass truck and looked around to find Schunezel.

"Comrade Captain, are you injured? We're going to have to get out of here right now and get a doctor in the back to see you. ”

"I just hurt my shoulder, it's not a big deal." Schunezel said, clasping his shoulders.

The sergeant looked at Honezel's pale face and then at his back.

"Comrade Captain, you are not only wounded in the shoulder, you must withdraw to the rear."

"Where else did it hurt? Why can't I feel it? Schunezel said.

The sergeant walked behind Schunezel and gently poked him behind his right rib with his finger, and then said, "In this position, there is a large piece of glass shard, and a lot of blood is shed. ”

"I don't feel it, how big is the piece of glass? Help me unplug it. Schunezel said.

"The exposed foot is the size of half my hand, and I don't know how big it is left in your body? Are you sure you want to pull it out? The sergeant asked.

"Pull it out, I'll be fine." Schunezel said viciously.

The sergeant's right hand had just touched the glass piece on the back of the Sergeant, and before he could do anything, he felt a powerful electric current spread throughout his body from the place where the glass was inserted.

His eyes were dark, his knees were weak, and he fell limply to the ground. (To be continued)