Imperial Overlord

"Get out of the way! We just want to go to the bombardment site to confirm some things!" The driver had the rank of second lieutenant on his shoulders, which was much higher than that of the soldiers guarding here.

What's more, in the position of the co-pilot, there is also a colonel sitting, how big the big man behind him is, one can't help but imagine.

Seeing that the other party didn't listen to the advice and insisted on going to the front to die, the soldiers didn't bother to take care of it, so they immediately removed the roadblock and waved to signal that Khrushchev's car could pass.

Coincidentally, Khrushchev had just crossed this checkpoint, and the shelling in front of him had stopped.

The German artillerymen were obviously not willing to waste their artillery shells at such a time. They bombarded two artillery pieces casually, and after telling the Soviets that they were coming, they gave up this meaningless catharsis.

After all, this is a wilderness, and there are really no high-value targets, and there is nothing to cover and destroy.

Khrushchev's car drove forward for about ten more minutes, and could no longer drive forward - a huge crater in the road, still steaming.

In the forest in the distance, there is a tank unit stationed there, and there are soldiers standing on the T-26 tanks on the edge of the woods, overlooking the battlefield in the distance.

Many T-26 tanks are camouflaged with branches, which look like clusters of bushes from a distance.

"Just go over there to have a look, and ask when the Germans started shelling and how many shells they dropped!" Pointing to the woods in the distance, Khrushchev said to his captain of the guard.

"Comrade Khrushchev, this place is very close to the front line, so we'd better act together..." The captain of the guard did not want to leave Khrushchev, so he persuaded.

The colonel also fought the Soviet-Finnish war before, so he has some combat experience. When he saw his car parked on the road without the slightest camouflage, he felt that it was not a good thing.

So he persuaded: "It's very dangerous here, we can go to the woods together, it's much safer there!"

Hearing this suggestion, Khrushchev also felt that it was dangerous to put on airs at this time.

As soon as the two of them got out of the car, they heard the distant Soviet soldiers pointing to the sky and shouting something. As soon as Khrushchev turned his head, he was immediately frightened by what he saw.

Two Stuka dive bombers were circling in the clouds in the distance, looking for targets worthy of their own attack.

And most of the troops here have their own air defense camouflage. After all, they have been at war with the German army on the opposite side for more than a day and know how to protect themselves.

So the luxury Mercedes-Benz car parked on the road became a very conspicuous target.

A Stuka swooped down from a height to the left or right of the clouds, like an eagle that had spotted its prey.

In the whistling sound, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the harsh sound made Khrushchev almost lose his soul.

He was dragged and crawled by the captain of his own guard, as far as possible from the expensive German imported car.

"Tutu! Tutu!" As if toying with his prey, the Stuka dive bomber did not drop bombs, but used its own cannon to fire a round at the target.

The dense number of bullets hit around the car, and several bullets penetrated the roof of the car.

The driver of the second lieutenant, who had not had time to abandon the car and escaped, was hit by the cannonball and exploded into a ball of sparks along with the car.

Khrushchev rolled into a crater in embarrassment, watched the Stuka dive bomber pulled up, and walked away.

"Stuka! Stuka! That's Stuka!" Khrushchev had worked with Timoshenko on the front line and had seen such terrifying German planes with his own eyes.

But when I saw it before, I looked at it from a distance, never as a prey, and experienced the horror of being locked by such a dive bomber.

After all, at that time, it was Timoshenge who was at the front. Before he had close contact with the Germans, he led his troops to retreat and left the front line.

Now it seems that the kind of terrifying plane that howls when it dives can really destroy people's hearts and make collapsed soldiers curl up in the trenches, covering their ears and losing their combat effectiveness.

Because at this moment, Khrushchev covered his ears and screamed the name of the Stuka dive bomber, as if he was crazy.

"He found us! We have to get out of here as soon as possible! Come with me!" The colonel pulled Khrushchev, who was already crap, and roared loudly, then pulled him out of the shell's crater.

Fortunately, the two Stuka dive bombers did not seem to intend to waste their ammunition for two people, and did not continue to dive down.

Over there, the Soviet tank soldiers who saw the explosion of the car also rushed out of the woods. Several people ran around the Colonel and Khrushchev, pulling them back into the woods.

There are camouflage nets and camouflaged tanks in the woods. There are also some preset defensive positions, as well as some soldiers who are eating cold and dry food.

One of the larger camouflage tents was a field hospital filled with wounded from the front lines.

There is also a cemetery next to the field hospital, where the remains of many wounded who have not been rescued are buried.

Many people are listless, they have no hope of victory, they can only be here to fulfill their obligations to fight for the country.

"Stuka! Stuka!" Khrushchev looked at the sky, still not free from the devastation and shock that the hissing sound brought him.

"They've left!" The colonel had to remind Khrushchev in a low voice to help him recover from his nervousness.

Sure enough, hearing that the other party had left~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Khrushchev calmed down. He looked at the surrounding Soviet tankers and forced a smile.

Everyone helped him pat the dirt on his body, finally making him, who was very embarrassed, look less embarrassed.

"Thank you, thank you... How far is it from the front line?" Khrushchev still had the air of a general, and after calming down, he asked such a question.

He just hadn't experienced such a dangerous situation. Once he got used to it, he was quite a bachelor: "Since we've all come here, why don't we go to the front to take a look!"

"Comrade... There are only about 2,000 meters left from the front line." A tank commander replied.

The commander pointed to the west and added: "You'd better not go there, it may be occupied by German troops at any time!"

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There was a previous chapter that talked about domestic chapters, which has been deleted, please readers do not need to continue to struggle...