The roar of the plane's engines came from the southwest, initially inaudible, then getting louder, and when the sound was clearly discernible, three small black dots appeared in the distant sky.

As a result of the battle alarm, the female anti-aircraft artillerymen ran out of their tents and ran to their own gun emplacements.

"Hide, hide!" Kirianova, who was still standing beside me, shouted at pedestrians and vehicles on the road. Her shouting reminded me that at times like these, what I should do was to help evacuate the flow of people on the traffic line, rather than stand on the side of the road in a daze, so I shouted loudly after her.

In addition to the two of us shouting, there were also a few soldiers wearing short fur coats, cotton military caps, red armbands on their arms, and small red and green flags in their hands, and I guess they were in charge of directing traffic. Under their command, trucks laden with grain left the road and drove into the icebergs. On foot, the soldiers and civilians quickly took refuge on both sides of the road, and the originally bustling road suddenly became empty.

At this time, the three black dots in the sky were already clearly visible, and Kiryanova shouted: "It's a fighter." Then he turned around and ran to the air defense positions behind.

As the three enemy planes approached, the leftmost one rolled over and swooped down and began to strafe the vehicles moving along the ice transport line and the crowds that had not yet had time to hide, while the other two continued to fly forward, looking for new targets.

Seventy or eighty meters in front of me on the right, a truck full of grain seemed to have broken down, and several soldiers in charge of directing traffic were desperately pushing the cart behind, apparently trying to push it to a safe place as soon as possible. The enemy plane dived and dropped a bomb, which landed not far from the truck and exploded. After the ice kicked up by the explosion and the lake fell from the sky, two or three of the warriors in the cart shook their bodies and fell limply, blood staining the ice beneath them.

When I saw that the other fighters gave up their carts, took off their rifles, and pulled the trigger on the enemy planes that had been pulled upwards, my first instinct was to turn around and run to the gun position, because the only weapons that could effectively deal with the enemy in the air were anti-aircraft guns.

Bypassing the snow wall, I saw nine 85-mm anti-aircraft guns lined up with ten meters in between. There were female soldiers busy next to each anti-aircraft gun, some were busy aiming, some were busy loading. Kiryanova was holding a pair of binoculars, observing the altitude and position of the enemy plane, constantly reporting various data and giving corresponding orders to Orlova who was standing aside. And Orlova accurately conveyed the order of the company commander to each gun position in a timely manner through the messenger next to her.

When Kiryanova gave the order to open fire, the nine anti-aircraft guns opened fire one after another, and the shells burst into smoke around the enemy planes flying in level, but none of them hit.

Seeing that all the shells were empty, Kirianova suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Reload the shells and come again!" ”

As the women loaded their shells, I looked beyond the snow wall to the group of soldiers who were shooting at the plane with rifles in hand. I saw that the enemy plane turned a corner in the air and swooped down towards them with a scream. A line of dust from two on-board machine gun bullets passed between them, and several fighters were instantly beaten to pieces and fell on the sides of the truck.

At this time, Kiryanova gave a second order: "Target 600, fire!" ”

Another salvo, but it was still dodged by the cunning and experienced German pilots. He found out where our anti-aircraft guns were, turned his head in the air, and dived straight down.

Due to the wrong angle of the dive, the bomb he threw flew over the air defense position and hit an unmanned tent in the middle of the iceberg dozens of meters away, and the collapsed tent immediately burst into flames.

The German pilots pulled the plane up again, dodged the third round of fire from the women's anti-aircraft artillery company, adjusted the angle at high altitude, and dived down again, strafing the position with the on-board machine gun.

The bullet pierced through the snow wall, and a female soldier at the fourth gun position had just picked up a shell from the box, but unfortunately was hit by the bullet, and without even snorting, she fell on her back on the snow, and the shell in her hand fell on the ice. Several comrades-in-arms immediately surrounded her, and one of the tall female soldiers took her in her arms and shouted her name loudly.

I saw that the situation was not right, so I hurriedly ran over and stopped them: "Girls, now is not the time to be sad, go back to your post and continue to fight!" ”

The female soldier holding the corpse looked at me, silently put down her fallen comrades, and returned to her post, and the rest of the female soldiers followed back to their positions.

I picked up the shell on the ground, handed it to one of the female soldiers, and said loudly: "Girls, don't be sad, the fascist bandits who killed your comrades are still in the sky, you can shoot it down, so that you can avenge your comrades!" ”

The female soldier who was holding the body just now stared at the enemy plane that was diving again with hatred, and shouted loudly: "Reload quickly, we will avenge Lena!" "As soon as the shells were filled into the shells, she couldn't wait to pull the cannon rope before she received an order from Kirianova.

The whistling shells flew past the fuselage, and a cloud of smoke exploded not far behind it, startling the pilot, who quickly pulled up the nose of the fuselage and flew into the distance.

"All of them, stop shooting!" At this moment came Orlova's voice.

"For what?" The tall female soldier asked loudly.

"Our fighters are coming, and if they fight again, they are prone to accidental injuries!" At this time, Kirianova walked over and explained her orders to the female soldiers.

At this moment, two silver fighters swept over us and pursued the enemy planes that had just bombed and strafed us.

"Comrade Company Commander, look, Lena has died!" After the female warrior finished speaking, she squatted on the ground with her head tightly in her hands, and began to cry with tears in her eyes.