Chapter 412 Crossing the River (4) [Repayment 6/10]
With a muffled groan of 'Hmm~', Jason's body shook violently uncontrollably.
What! Just now, a Stuka swooped down on their wooden ship and started strafing.
Jason, who was wearing a DIY bulletproof vest, instinctively hugged his head and used his back to block the black Chinese medicine doctor and Shi Polu in front of him.
Then, a bullet penetrated an iron plate with a thickness of only three millimeters and hit his back.
Although this bullet was slowed down some kinetic energy when it penetrated the iron plate.
In the end, he was successfully blocked by the bulletproof insert behind him, but the huge kinetic energy of the full-power bullet's warhead still made the fake foreign devil couldn't help but let out a groan.
This is the human body's instinctive reaction when it is injured. If other people encountered this situation, they would probably cry out in pain.
Fortunately, at this time, their broken wooden boat was already less than 200 meters away from the dock on the other side of the Volga River. It was not that far away.
What's even more wonderful is that when this Stuka was strafing, it was finally hit by anti-aircraft fire on the dock.
Although a 40mm anti-aircraft gun shell did not accurately hit the aircraft body, the explosion caused a cloud of fragments that caused bursts of black smoke to rise from the Stuka's left wing.
Then, all the six aerial bombs in the sky were used up, and the German planes with few bullets left finally decided to return from here, ending such a short battle.
At this moment, Maozi's two Lager 3 fighter jets had long since disappeared.
After all, fighter jets like the Lager 3 were already relatively advanced aircraft at the time, but compared to the German BF109 fighter jet, there was still a certain gap.
Under normal circumstances, when the Lager 3 combat phone faced off against the BF109, it was no match in a one-on-one duel.
Not to mention that under the siege of two BF109 fighter jets, the situation would be even worse.
Therefore, the remaining wreckage of the two Lager 3 fighter jets is already floating on the river, emitting streams of black smoke.
But then again, it was also a deadly battle between the two Maozi Lager 3 fighters, which pinned down the opponent's four BF109 fighters for a few minutes of precious time.
Otherwise, if there are four more BF109 fighter jets strafing.
For the hard-working people who forced themselves to cross the river in broad daylight, the situation could only become more difficult.
At the same time, it seems that after receiving the news that the forced crossing of Maozi's reinforcements was about to end, the long-range heavy artillery of Degun also stopped firing one after another.
As a result, the sound of gunfire finally subsided in the smoke-filled Volga River and its banks.
Suddenly, all the survivors breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky to have survived the catastrophe.
Under such a situation, Shi Polu instinctively looked around and saw some situations that made him not know how to express his expression.
On the wooden boat they were on, the water was almost up to their knees.
This accumulated water was mixed with a large amount of blood, making the entire cabin a dazzling red.
Among these dazzling reds, corpses were floating on top, and some wounded people were sitting among them, groaning in pain.
After looking around, there was among them the rookie summoned this time, a guy named Su Hong.
This unlucky guy must have been hit by a stray bullet in the neck, and the palm covering the wound was already stained red by the blood gushing out.
Fortunately, when one of them is safe, the rest of the team can also be free.
Then Shi Polu could see that orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng was already bleeding deeply and ran towards Su Hong in a hurry.
After arriving at the place, she comforted Su Hong, who looked frightened:
"Brother, don't be nervous, everything will be fine."
In fact, An Tusheng didn't even see the wound when he said these words, but it was just a doctor's instinct to comfort the wounded.
At most 30 seconds later, An Tusheng tore off a strip from the hem of his shirt and said in a tone that was a bit dumbfounding:
"Brother, do you need to scream like a pig-killer? Your blood vessels and organs are not broken. It's just a piece of meat weighing about one tael that was blown away by the bullet. It looks a bit scary, but you will definitely not die.
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After hearing this, Su Hong, who had previously thought she was dead, felt extremely embarrassed.
"Rookie~" In fact, Shi Polu, who had passed a mission, put on a veteran posture in response to such a scene, and complained in his heart.
Then he turned around again and saw their street commander Hu Biao, busy at the bow of the ship.
Warrant Officer Mao Zi, who had just blocked them from bringing their belongings onto the ship and was finally released by Hu Biao after being stuffed with a pack of cigarettes, is now dead.
There was a big bullet hole in his forehead, and there was no need to even save him.
Therefore, his relics were naturally obtained by Hu Biao one by one.
I saw Hu Biao first attaching a revolver to his waist. It was considered that the 36th member of the Zhongzhou team finally had a weapon.
Then, he took out some more bullets and a pack of sand smoke that the unlucky comrade Warrant Officer probably didn't carry.
After seeing such a scene, Shi Polu suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart:
"What the hell! Hu Biao's pack of cigarettes is poisonous. It's almost like whoever is killing him. I don't know who will be the next unlucky guy. Will he be harmed by this pack of cigarettes?"
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Hu Biao was not aware of the fact that a pack of sand cigarettes seemed to have killed two people.
Mainly because after quickly completing a short search, I finally got a revolver as a self-defense weapon. Comrade Hu Biao, the acting platoon leader of the new recruits.
All the energy in his mind now is focused on the upcoming landing and the attack that will begin after landing.
After thinking about this, he couldn't help but look at the situation on the entire river.
I saw that there were hundreds of ships that originally set off from the pier there, but now there are still sixty or seventy ships. It seems that the loss is not excessive.
But almost every ship is now densely covered with bullet holes, large and small.
There were wooden boats with roofs, and the roofs are still burning even now.
Based on this calculation, it is still unknown whether half of the more than 2,000 recruits who originally crossed the river could survive.
So with just 1,000 recruits whose morale has been extremely low, can they hold down a position?
Anyway, Hu Biao believed that the possibility of it was extremely low, and it was even the first time that Hu Biao had it, so he would think about whether to take advantage of it later on the battlefield.
Anyway, in the missions of the first phase of the system, there was no mention of the need to lay down such a position.
In this way, the broken ship that Hu Biao was on finally slowly docked.
Before he could reach the shore completely, Hu Biao couldn't wait to jump onto the shore. He instinctively wanted to get as far away from this broken ship as possible.
At the same time, other people on the boat had the same reaction.
However, a scene that shocked Hu Biao happened in front of his eyes.
These wooden boats that they wanted to get away from immediately looked like Noah's Ark to many people in the city.
Some soldiers with tools rushed into the dilapidated cabin and used pieces of wood as temporary plugs to knock into the leaking gun holes.
They were so skilled, as if they had done it countless times.
At the same time, on one side of the pier, a large group of black, old, weak, women and children were trying to rush into the pier and get into these boats.
However, their attack was blocked by soldiers with armbands on their arms.
A bearded man yelled crazily:
"People, because the transportation capacity across the river is limited, according to the order of the headquarters, only wounded soldiers who fought bravely are eligible to give priority to exit.
Please continue to wait patiently, the great motherland will not abandon any of her people."
Coupled with the large number of wounded on the other side of the pier, rising black smoke could be seen everywhere in the distance, and the sound of gunshots and cries clearly reached their ears.
Suddenly, the most realistic appearance of a city like Volgograd appeared in front of everyone in the Zhongzhou Team with great clarity.
It was as if there was a voice that whispered quietly in their heads: "Welcome to hell."