"Old Yang, Mr. Yan, have you seen it? I finally hit it. I, I know that old fuck can do it~"

When I saw the closest first 600mm Carl heavy gun from the narrow observation hole, I finally hit the left position in my third fire.

Then, in a violent explosion, the parts splashed, the thick damn barrel finally tilted after it tilted.

It was after a scene that could no longer be used for a long time.

Suddenly, Shi Polu's heart was filled with ecstasy and screamed incoherently.

Of course, we can't blame Shi Polu for being so uneasy. God knows how much pressure the ashtray has been under in such a short less than a minute.

To put it too much, the Zhongzhou team is the life and death of the No. 36 man, and now it is under his shoulders.

Fortunately, only the third shot fired, he hit the target accurately.

So, this community SIR is now a little emotional, which seems to be very understandable.

But Shi Polu, who was in high mood, soon felt like he was poured down by a bucket of cold water, and all the excited emotions disappeared.

That was his silence, and he didn't get a response from the ashtray at all.

Even Yang Dongli's response was quite faint in his ears: "Lao Shi, you're doing beautifully, come on! There is another Carl heavy artillery, only if you kill them all, you can use it.

You guys move faster, I don’t think I can hold on for long.”

Not only did the ashtray that realized something, the re-adjusted muzzle aimed at a Carl heavy cannon further away.

Just now, when he was changing to play the drum, he responded to the ashtray saying.

He held the Bobosha submachine gun that had been replaced with bullets and then stretched his body out of the turret with difficulty.

A shuttle of 'da da da da da~' popped out, and first killed a German stick engineer who had rushed 10 meters away.

Then, the muzzle slightly adjusted and extended forward, and the two German stick engineers who were planning to emerge from behind a scrap car were beaten back again.

During this process, Yang Dongli coughed violently like a starting tractor.

While coughing, he was spitting blood from his mouth; this was a reaction of serious internal injury after being shot too much in his chest and abdomen.

It is this guy's primary Alice T virus that gives him vitality that is far beyond ordinary people. Now even when the Bobosha muzzle controlled by both hands is fired, it does not show any strong beating.

Otherwise, at this time, I would have been lying on the turret and fell into a dying moment.

The problem is that he knows his own affairs, and Yang Dongli also knows that he is just holding on with his last breath; and he really can't hold on for long.

As for Mr. Yan, who was greeting in Shi Polu's mouth before, the ashtray of the former mixing factory workers, there was no way to respond to the excited greeting.

The half of his body that he poked out was tilted down on the KV-2 heavy tank, the shell full of gunpowder.

He had only half of his head left, and he died in battle 10 seconds ago; and a large amount of blood had already completely dyed the driver's seat red.

Then, Yang Dongli, who had poked out his head again, had not finished the 50 rounds of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, and a bullet penetrated his neck.

This shot also made Comrade Lao Yang breathe the last breath he had held.

With great regret, the Bobosha submachine gun in Comrade Lao Yang's hand fell off from his hand with a "clang~" sound and smashed on the shell of the KV-2 heavy tank.

Finally, in the rolling, he fell into the snow that had long been disastrous.

It was also because Yang Dongli, the key firepower suppression, was missing. At the closest ten meters, a blasting team composed of two German stick engineers successfully approached the KV-2 heavy tank while running.

They placed a bundle of explosives in their hands at the bottom of the car, and placed a bundle of magnetic anti-tank grenades under the tank gun and sucked them.

Five seconds later, after two violent explosions that occurred almost at the same time, a tragedy occurred.

I have to say that the things from the Maozi family are really durable. The thick turtle shell of the KV-2 heavy tank is still not completely exploded during the two explosions.

However, the key 152mm caliber barrel was twisted in the explosion, which completely ruined the possibility of Shi Polu using him and killing the remaining Carl heavy mortar.

In fact, at the moment of violent bombing.

This KV-2 heavy tank shook unprecedentedly, causing Shi Polu to knock on the hard steel in front of him, and his face was covered in blood and he fainted.

The two Russian machine gunners also fainted.

If the shells are filled with the charlatan, they did not faint; they were just as they were shaking violently, they were holding the 52 kilogram shell in their hand.

As a result, after his hand slipped, the thing hit his left leg directly.

Immediately, a crisp sound of "crack" sounded, and a scream of pain came from the poor charlatan's mouth...

*******

"Damn it! It's over. This is the widow's son who died. There's no hope."

After watching the KV-2 heavy tank explode violently and the gun barrels turned into a twisted state, Hu Biao's heart was filled with despair.

It was not them who didn't want to kill the German-stick combat engineers and provide cover for the tanks.

But in terms of German sticks, there are actually only one No. 3 and No. 4 tanks left, which is now making them miserable.

In a short period of time, their casualties were heavy. Not only did the team members die one by one, but the Russian soldiers were basically dead.

So it’s not that Hu Biao and the others don’t want to do this, they really can’t do this.

And just when Hu Biao means that they can no longer kill the remaining Carl heavy mortar, and will Feixiao and Xufeng take the risk of attacking?

Things finally turned around, but there were still some turning around that shocked Hu Biao and the others.

Of course, these turning points were not born out of thin air, but just turning points that the members of the Zhongzhou team fought with their lives in some positions that Hu Biao didn't know.

As the famous lyrics sang:

There will be no gods and emperors again, and there will be no saviors.

In difficult circumstances, you can always believe in yourself and your teammates.

First, Hu Biao hung on his left shoulder. The walkie-phone, which had no movement since the war started, rang again, rustling.

Then, a short sentence came from the mad dog, and the chin was not very sufficient:

"Old Hu, I'll give me the remaining Karl heavy mortar; I'll tell you, the tens of thousands of dollars you asked me to learn to fly can be said to be a big profit."

At this point, this is also Hu Biao heard the last words of the mad dog during this mission.

After hearing this, Hu Biao suddenly raised his head and looked into the sky.

You can see the I-16 fighter jet, which was emitting black smoke on the fuselage, digging down at an angle of almost 90 degrees toward the last Carl heavy artillery below.

During this period, I noticed something about the Despoke air defense firepower and fired at the sky desperately.

They greeted the bullets that passed, as well as the shrapnel of dense shells.

The fuselage, which was not very complete, became even more broken; but what scared them was that even such a broken plane still hit straight down.

And in the fuselage that outsiders such as Hu Biao cannot see.

The mad dog was actually dead at this time. As early as when he contacted Hu Biao, he had three serious wounds on his body.

After adjusting the angle of the plane's dive and pressing his entire body against the operating lever, the mad dog swallowed his last breath.

In the end, the I-16 fighter jet accurately hit the last Carl heavy artillery.
Chapter completed!