Chapter 611 is over!

"Return, return immediately!" Sokolov shouted loudly, but there were only exclamations and useless slogans from Russian pilots.

"It's over!" Sokolov's communication microphone fell, but he didn't realize it, and sat down motionless.

Originally, it was planned to add a political honor, but now it has all become a nightmare in the night sky.

Fifty bombers disappeared one by one, and with them more than 200 excellent crews.

Rao is Soviet Russian bomber -2m has a maximum flight speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour, but although the black widows are only -61B type, the maximum speed has also reached 589 kilometers per hour, and it is easy to pursue those clumsy bombers. In particular, the twelve B-3 heavy bombers, the maximum level flight speed is only 250 kilometers, even if the crew is eight people, but at this time more people actually do not mean that the strength is large, even if 1 machine gun is defended together, it is the life of being beaten down if the throat is broken.

Even though the Soviet Russian bombers have always chosen to sail at an altitude of more than 7,000 to 8,000 meters in order to avoid interception, the black widows can dive from an altitude of 10,000 meters, which makes the hearts of the Soviet Russian pilots fall cold.

Bakirov slammed his fist on the dashboard, and the blood burst out, but he didn't realize it and cursed loudly. But the plane was still falling unresponsively, and even if he was an elite pilot who had shot down four planes, there was nothing he could do. In order to fly this time, the pilots are all selected experienced and excellent pilots. Even the cabin crew is as good as possible to select excellent talents. But at this moment, he has the ability to be empty, but he can only stay in the iron coffin of the bomber.

"It's over! Let's skydive! Bakilov looked blankly at the flaming battlefield below. When the plane lost control, he could only parachute to escape, but below was the battlefield, as far as he knew, it was still a land controlled by the Huaxia people, and even if he parachuted, it was also a life and death. Perhaps one can only hope that the charging Russian army will soon come over and save them from the fate of being prisoners.

However, guns have no eyes on the battlefield, and even being able to live as a prisoner is a luxury.

"It's over!" Kochakin watched one bomber after another fall from the smoke of gunpowder, and the flames ignited by the explosions from time to time illuminated the scattered umbrella flowers in the sky. Soon, some of the umbrella flowers were swept directly into the light of the tracer bullets of the ground machine gun.

The machine guns on the forward positions of the Chinese people on the opposite side were particularly fierce, and it seemed that the entire defensive ground was covered with machine guns, and the night sky drew a trajectory of hot air from those machine gun positions, directly covering the entire battlefield.

Kochagin cowered behind a -26 tank, listening only to the clanging of bullets on the tank's armor and the occasional screams of the surrounding floating in the icy night.

“！” A terrible scream from a soldier beside him slowed his steps. His companion, who was still squeezing him in just now, was hit by a heavy machine gun bullet, and Lu's left shoulder was damaged by a bullet outside, and the huge impact directly tore off his left arm and half of his chest, and was instantly trampled under the feet of the infantry who followed behind.

Driven by the whizzing bullets in his ears, the crowd grew more and more crowded and instantly overwhelmed the place where the screaming soldier knelt, and next to Kochagin was a young soldier who was fanatical and numb mixed in one face.

From time to time, tanks stopped to shell heavy machine-gun positions that were like fireworks in the night, but the flow of people still creeped forward.

"Boom!" A fireball rolled from a nearby tank, and the soldiers were hiding in the midst of flying fragments. A sharp rivet swept past Kochakin's eyes, making a bloody streak on Kochagin's cheek, who was slightly sideways. But he didn't seem to notice, just stared at the stumbling fire men around the tank. For a moment, the crackling sound of burning grease overshadowed the faint explosion in my ears.

A series of roars erupted over the iron guys, and each exploding tank was instantly emptied by the sound of explosions.

"Anti-tank guns!" Someone shouted. Echoing even more one after another, immediately making the space around the tank a little sparse. But the screeching of heavy machine-gun bullets squeezed the soldiers back again. It's just that the panic on many people's faces has overflowed.

"Rush over! Rush into that trench and be safe! Someone's loud shout buzzed around Kochakin's head, and Kochagin immediately felt the speed of the crowd around him. There were people all around, and he couldn't help but flinch and hide to the side, even if he made a prostrate movement, he would be trampled by the soldiers who rushed up from behind.

Charging is the only way to live. At this time, everyone can only mechanically obey the will of the entire army to collide with the toes of Lady Luck.

……

"Do you really want to retreat? We can withstand it, but we can't get by! The command whispered in his ears made Gu Dali stunned, and he couldn't help but ask the platoon commander who came over to pat him on the shoulder.

"The superiors have a place, and they must obey the order!" Platoon Commander Wang said coldly, and directly bent down and stepped over the piles of scattered bullet casings to inform the next soldier.

Gu Dali was still a little flustered, looking at the reddened machine gun barrel gradually dimming. He was a little puzzled, thinking that his buzzing ears had misheard, but the green flares lit up in the air indicated that the order to retreat was an order from his superiors, and there was no room for hesitation.

He also knew that the Russian army was like locusts that could not be defeated, and the swept corpses were soon overwhelmed by the soldiers who rushed up. The barrels of his MG-42 machine gun have been replaced three times, and his hand that pulls the trigger is a little soft, but the shadow of the Soviet Russian army still can't see the end under the light of the artillery.

Although the submachine guns and rifles held by the Russian soldiers were not a great threat to the vanguard soldiers in the trenches, the hail of mortars behind them often weighed them down, and they had to huddle in the trenches with machine guns, and even had to avoid the anti-artillery holes. Even more threatening were the tanks of Soviet Russia. Under the flames of war, he saw at least a dozen vehicles on the part of the position they were guarding, which was much stronger than the original devil. The wreckage of the nearest Russian tank was already lined up more than a dozen meters in front of the trench, and a few more tanks might rush to him.

He also knew that there were three zigzag trenches behind him, which were more solidly built than the first one, and were equipped with more heavy weapons. It's just that as soon as he retreated, he was worried that the Russian troops that were swarming like bugs would follow after them. In the past, when he was in the Central Army, he was often chased and killed when he was retreating.

"Shall I stay and cover up?" Seeing the platoon commander returning, Gu Dali couldn't help but speak. Every time you retreat, you need to leave behind a blocking infantry. This is a lifeless life, but thinking that the parents at home have a second brother to take care of after receiving the subsistence allowance and pension, Gu Dali also put his mind at ease and took the initiative to ask.

"After death, we are also heroes, and we are worth being martyrs!" He thought.

"No, there is a foot team to cover for us!" Platoon Commander Wang still said with a cold face, but his eyes not only swept to a thick heavy machine gun fortress not far away.

When Gu Dali carried the MG-42 cloth tearer and left, he also saw that those heavy machine gun fortresses were still spewing flames. And the slightly tall anti-tank gun fortress not far behind them was still roaring.

"It's a pity for these good brothers!" Gu Dali sighed in his heart, although there was the roar of machine guns everywhere in this blocking battle, in order to prevent the artillery bombardment of Soviet Russia, there were actually not many soldiers hidden in the anti-artillery holes on the first front. These heavy machine-gun and anti-tank gun forts played a huge role in the barrage, but now when it comes time to evacuate, they still have to stay at the rear.

It's easier for their firepower to pull down an entire army, but they may never be able to pull back.

"Good luck, brothers!" Gu Dali looked back behind him, silently took off his helmet, and then turned around and ran into the traffic trench behind him.

Gu Dali just ran to the second trench to set up a machine gun out of breath, and the cheers of the Soviet Russian soldiers "Ula" came from the first trench in front, which couldn't help but make Gu Dali's teeth itch with hatred, and he wanted to sweep the machine gun, but suddenly remembered that those Soviet and Russian soldiers had been hiding behind the trench.

"It's a pity!" He sighed in his heart, "When you leave, you should lose the trenches." ”

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Kochagin didn't want to get up when he rolled into the trench, and a piece of shrapnel in his leg made him limp for the last thirty meters or so and was pushed by the people behind him. The corpse in front of him, which was half missing, was sprinkled with red and white brains. But he can't care about it, it's better to get other people's brains on it than to spew out his own. After flashing blood and brains that seemed to have no end in front of him, he was finally safe when he stepped on the corpses and minced flesh that had been broken in two by heavy machine gun bullets.

He took a heavy breath, but the smell of burnt human flesh in the air made him cough loudly. The sound of coughing caught the attention of the second lieutenant platoon commander who was not far away:

"Comrade Kochakin, go ahead and take a look at the situation of the Chinese people on the other side."

"Damn it!" Kochagin cursed in his heart, but got up anyway.

There was no one around to charge, another rain of bullets on the opposite side, and the soldiers needed to rest in the trenches.

Without the trampling of the crowd, he could even crawl over it.

As he crawled, he cursed in his heart, but as soon as he climbed a hundred meters, the huge earthquake behind him that seemed to collapse the sky made him begin to rejoice in the order given to him by the platoon commander