Chapter 600 Today is a lucky day

The flames were flying horizontally, looking through the glass of the cab, in Andrei's eyes, the explosion scene that filtered the sound, just like the magma flowing on the ground under the fire, the shock of the explosion shook the earth and made the Mercedes-Benz truck shake inexhaustibly, and also reminded Andre that he couldn't help but hold the target plate tightly, and there was only one thing left in his mind to step on the accelerator, and he was slamming around in the battlefield full of gunsmoke.

"Stop, stop!" Garinov waved his left hand in greeting, and with his right hand he raised his 7.62 Nagant revolver and aimed it at the speeding truck.

The green uniform, the blue kushi, and the blood-stained riding boots made Andre's heart skip a beat, and even if he didn't hear his shout, he couldn't help but retract his foot on the accelerator. The truck is still rushing forward by inertia.

Gallinov had already seen the truck slowing down, the muzzle of the revolver slightly raised, but his left hand was gesturing to the side.

"What does he want us to do?" Where Jiwei was, Andre muttered to himself a little flusteredly.

"Pull, cannon!" Ancharev looked at the target pointed by the political commissar and said with difficulty.

At this time, Andrei had also seen the place where the firm hand was pointing, and several Soviet and Russian soldiers were pushing and pulling three 152 heavy guns. Sharp-eyed, he had already seen whether it was a 1937 howitzer or a horse-drawn model, but in this case, the horses had no hope at all. The corpses of several horses that had fallen to the ground were already clear, especially the twitching hooves of a horse still waving weakly in the air.

As for Soviet Russia, it is not yet possible to make a fully motorized march. In particular, this group of artillery infantry units originally stationed in the outer gate G made full use of the local horse advantage.

But now, when the horses fell, it seemed that the iron horn was going to use the truck to pull the three heavy cannons away.

"The wealth of the country cannot be easily discarded!" Kalinov shouted. Although Soviet Russia was strong industrially, the army was not enough to be fully armed. Moreover, no matter what country it is, every heavy artillery is valuable. In ordinary propaganda, the collective wealth of the country is also sacrosanct, and it needs to be sacrificed and cared for.

Kalinov carried out the propaganda work of his superiors very well, and when he saw that the soldiers were about to flee in a hurry with their intact heavy artillery, he immediately killed two deserters, and forced eight soldiers to transport the big guys. At this time, his mind was full of saving the country's wealth, and when he saw the Gas-1934 truck driven by Andre, he immediately came to his senses and ran directly to stop the car.

"Boom!" A close-range explosion behind him caused the distracted Andre to stumble and hit his head on the windshield.

"Let's run!" Ancharev, who also almost fell under his seat, glanced at Andrei, who was blue-faced, and muttered.

"Run?" Andrei's mind was constantly spinning with such thoughts, and the leather boot that stepped on the accelerator and the toes that were flexed hard felt cramping. But the figure that was getting closer and closer was too impressive in his mind, suppressing all his distracting thoughts. In the end, the lost arm Ancharev pulled his clothes and the inexhaustible slapping and thrashing in the car behind him, and the other leather boot on the brake still unconsciously became more and more powerful, but his unwilling eyes began to scatter on the smoke in the blank space in front of him.

Suddenly, he noticed that the hands waved by Kalinov in front of him suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the soldiers who had withdrawn their guns dodged and dodged to the ground. Immediately, a once-in-a-lifetime shot was frozen in his mind: a huge cannon shell with a metallic sheen fell not far in front of the right, and a pale white shock wave that distorted the air and light instantly rushed into front of him. At the moment of bursting the front windshield hanging with severed limbs and shredded flesh, he could still see the endless tumbling flames in front of him through his fingers, engulfing a heavy cannon that fell at the end and several horse corpses on the ground, as well as the frightened face of Kalinov who was blown into the air.

"Boom!" The loudest bang André heard was like a blow to the head, and he was about to faint in an instant.

"Andrey!" Like the wind blowing from distant Siberia, the shout seemed to be far away and seemed to be around him, and Andrei, who had only been in a daze for a few minutes, was soon awakened by a pair of rough big boys.

Half-opened his eyes, Ancharev, whose face was covered with blood, was stunned for a moment, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief and grinned far-fetched.

"Where is this?" Andre, who moaned his head, pulled out a piece of broken glass ballast from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were a little hairy.

"It's hell! Oh, dear Andrey, wake up at last, get moving, we need to run, get out of this damn place! Ancharev shouted in front of his face, gesturing his hands, which were also stained with blood.

Listening to the undulating explosions and the crisp sound of broken glass ballasts from the windshield shaking, Andrei suddenly remembered his current situation. With Kalinov's disappearance, he no longer feared the threat of the Iron Horn or would be shot as a deserter. All that remains is the thought of escaping alive.

As Ancharev tugged at his sleeve, he immediately began to stir up the truck, whose front hood had been knocked out of shape.

Fortunately, this old gas has always inherited the enthusiasm of the Russians, and after a few fires, it finally made a muffled sound like tuberculosis. However, to the ears of Andrei and Ancharev, it sounded like heaven.

"Hurry up!" There was shouting and slapping from the back of the carriage, and there were people in the back carriage.

Andrei didn't pay any attention to it, happily instigated the truck, and continued to drive forward.

"In front of the heart!" Ancharev suddenly pulled his target with a hand.

"What? Oh, God......" Andrei was suddenly stunned by a large crater in front of him.

"Cannon! That's what the Vanguard cannon left behind! Ancharev said with palpitations, thinking of the previous explosion, he couldn't help but rejoice that he was lucky to survive such an artillery bombardment.

"Today is definitely my lucky day!" When Andrei drove the truck out of the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke with bomb craters and explosions, Ancharev pinched the severed hand that had been blown into the cab and hung on his chest, and threw it out, reconfirming his luck.

"God willing, we are saved!" In the back compartment, a soldier with a lobe of his lung hanging from the top of his head slammed to his feet and shouted loudly with tears on his face.

"Ulla!" Along the way, more than a dozen soldiers who jumped into the carriage also shouted wildly. In the whole field of grass around the battlefield filled with gunpowder, except for a few corpses that fell to the ground, not a single one escaped from the land of nightmares. They couldn't help but feel their luck collectively, shouted loudly, and threw the severed limbs and scraps thrown into the car into the sky.

"That, that's ......" Suddenly, the movements of a Russian soldier froze, and his half-raised fingers trembled a little.

Without waiting for everyone to look, the roar of the plane in the sky was like a basin of cold water dousing the screaming feelings.

"No, it's not our plane!" Among the artillerymen, there were many good-eyed ones, and when they saw the yellow color of the vanguard mark on the plane, they trembled and shook out of their mouths.

"Run!" A soldier shouted loudly, slapping the car's compartment hard, urging Andre to drive in front. The blind obedience of the crowd shook Ancharev, who had just been lying comfortably, and he poked his head out and was about to scold, but his whole eyeball was frozen by a dark cloud in the air.

"Enemy planes, enemy planes, run!" The soldier behind the carriage shouted loudly, which made him wake up, quickly shrank his head in, and shouted at Andre in half of his seat: "Hurry up, there is a plane, the enemy's plane!" ”

There was nowhere to hide in the vast grassland, and Andre panicked so he could only step on the accelerator to the bottom, fluctuating towards the northwest to gallop faster.

"Chicken nest, chicken nest, I'm a black chicken, there's a leaky reptile down there!" Ding Youming, who discovered the situation below, pressed the communicator at the corner of his mouth and said.

"Dry lose it!" The reply was very decisive, but he made up for it, "Leave no one!" ”

"Understood!" Ding Youming ended the call and shouted to Liang Tianbao, who was driving in front of him: "If you don't leave any of them, you will be annihilated!" ”

"I've been waiting for a long time!" Excited, Liang Tianbao pushed down the lever, and his Il-10 attack plane, accompanied by the wingman, quickly broke away from the formation and rushed towards the gas truck below.

"Hurry, hurry!" Ancharev's crying was actually not allowed to speed up the gas truck, and the soldiers in the rear compartment saw the attack plane rushing towards them, and some of them jumped out of the car as quickly as they could, hoping that the target would escape the pursuit of the plane.

Ancharev gritted his teeth and jumped out of the cab as well. As soon as he stopped rolling, he saw two chains of 23mm cannon fire drawn onto the gas truck at once.

"Boom!" Flames flew everywhere, parts of the truck flew sideways, and a burning tire tumbled in the air before falling to the ground and falling in front of the flutes Ancharev, who jumped to his feet.

But in the roar of the plane overhead, a sharp whistling sound passed through his chest, causing him to fall back to the ground.

"Good day, good start!" Liang Tianbao, who pulled up the plane, chuckled