By the way! That’s when the system prompts sounded in my head and the countdown started in my mind.
Yang Dongli, Ashtray, Shi Polu, Shengun and other four people had just reinstalled a guide wheel on the left side of the Brave One.
This thing was affected in the battle before and was blown up to the point of being somewhat deformed.
As a result, they always felt that the car body was very inflexible during operation.
Workers at a tractor factory replaced it with intact guide wheels that were dismantled from other scrapped No. 4 tanks. After trying it again, it immediately felt much better.
Then, the four of them received a system prompt.
If the system prompt had come earlier, they wouldn't even have repaired the tank. From the looks of it, it seems like they were quite lucky.
At the same time, as Hu Biao expected, Yang Dongli, a senior target member, immediately took some decisive measures.
He also arranged the words in his mouth:
"Shi Polu, I remember that there are only about 20 shells left in the tank. Hurry up and bring some shells in with me, otherwise there won't be enough for this battle.
By the way! Get some 7.92mm caliber bullets in there too.
God, don't be idle when you follow the ashtray. Get me a few barrels of gasoline and put them into the gas tank. There isn't much left in this stuff either, so I can't drive very far.
Brothers, please act quickly, Hu Biao's grandson is getting angry now, maybe he will scold us again?"
Under such an arrangement, the four members of the tank crew immediately started working quickly.
But when Yang Dongli ran towards the tank from the side of the workshop, holding five heavy shells in his arms, he suddenly heard something in his ears.
He immediately faced the ashtray that was carrying two barrels of gasoline and was less than 10 meters away from the Brave One, and shouted: "Mr. Yan, stop quickly and hide~"
Based on the trust in the team comrades, with such a somewhat clueless sentence, the ashtray was instantly released from his hands, and there were two metal oil drums containing 25 liters of gasoline.
Then, amid a series of embarrassing rolls, he hid behind a semi-finished T34 tank that had no turret installed.
Such a sense of trust allowed the ashtray to avoid disaster.
That was when a black object smashed through the roof of the workshop with a "click~" sound, and coincidentally fell towards the Brave One.
Then, after such a dark thing landed on the turret, it immediately exploded.
The so-called black thing is actually a 50KG aerial bomb.
So in the following time, Yang Dongli and others who took temporary shelter felt the astonishing impact of its explosion even if they hid behind various obstructions.
After everything subsided, they looked at the unrecognizable workshop and the wreckage of their precious Brave.
For a moment, the four people fighting in Zhongzhou were on the verge of tears.
The Brave, a vehicle that brought joy and wonderful memories to countless men in the team, was actually scrapped under such nonsense circumstances.
Then, even the most powerful weapons they had were scrapped. So, could they still snatch back a place like Mamayev Heights?
Anyway, after Yang Dongli and the other four looked at each other, they all felt that this kind of thing was very suspenseful.
But there is no way to escape, and the current is constantly beating in their heads, and the dwindling countdown is tightening their heads like a curse.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Dongli shouted:
"Let's go find Comrade Deputy Director of the Factory and ask him to transform himself into a tank for us."
Under such a statement, Ashtray and the other three people nodded their heads vigorously, with a very similar expression at that time...
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At the same time, in the Volgograd industrial area, in the gap between two piles of ruins.
The big fool has brought ten Maozi soldiers with him, and they are walking here in high spirits at the moment.
The main reason why they were so happy was that in this trade, their rich harvest was a bit unexpected. The main reason was that the alcohol mixed with water they carried this time came in handy.
As long as the lid of this thing is opened and the smell of alcohol inside comes out, people will be almost unable to resist it.
It can be said that in order to have one more drink, those black market merchants are willing to give up their last rations.
So today, in addition to 23 loaves of black bread, they also received about 20 kilograms of horse sausage, two large bags of cabbage, and a bag of potatoes.
Such a lot of food can keep those Kuhaha people full for two more days.
The problem is, just when Da Huyou was thinking about how to show off in front of Hu Biao, other team members and Mao Meizi after returning home.
Suddenly, there was a huge noise from Mamayev Heights, and a large number of German planes appeared in the sky.
Of course, there are also system reminders and countdowns in your head.
In the first moment, the big fool put away all the excited expressions on his face and replaced it with a solemn expression; when he glanced in the direction of Mamayev Heights from a distance, he said to the other Maozi soldiers
:
"No! The Mamayev Hills must have been lost. It affects the entire war situation in Volgograd, so we must rush there."
"Then, what should we do with the food? We can't fight with them."
A soldier carrying a bag of potatoes spoke so urgently without reacting; instinctively, he felt a huge crisis coming towards him.
But what he said actually made sense. He was reluctant to throw away such precious things, and he even thought it was a crime to deceive him.
Finally, he shouted: "Find a snow nest and throw it away. It depends on your life whether you can save it."
Under this impossible method, it took them about 1 minute to finally find a blasted basement.
After throwing the food they carried inside, they worked together to knock down a broken wall.
It's like hiding these foods for a while.
Then, this group of 11 people started to walk around in the ruins.
Just after turning a corner, the leader suddenly raised a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and started shooting wildly.
The three German soldiers who suddenly bumped into him were knocked to the ground.
Then, after a smoking M24 long-handled grenade rolled towards him, the big fool rolled desperately to the left in an awkward manner.
While he was still rolling, the M24 grenade exploded.
During this process, the big fool could clearly feel a chill on his buttocks; if nothing else, such an unknown part was cut by shrapnel.
Such an injury is not fatal to say the least.
But when he thought about how he would only be able to sleep on his stomach from now on, and how the animals in the team might laugh at him, he became extremely depressed.
With great depression, the big liar raised its head on the ground.
After getting ready to jump up, he used the Bobosha submachine gun with 50 rounds of drum ammunition in his hand to retaliate fiercely against the German soldiers on the opposite side.
As a result, after seeing the latest situation, he could only helplessly continue to roll and dodge.
At that time, he looked up and immediately spotted twenty or thirty German soldiers, under the cover of an MG34, rushing towards them.
Damn it, that MG34 general-purpose machine gun is mainly trying to deceive the target.
In the special sound of firing like a tearing machine, the big fool dodged in an awkward manner.
While dodging like this, this guy could feel the wound on his buttocks, which seemed to be getting more and more painful.
I don’t know how big a piece of meat was blown away by the shrapnel just now.
It's a pity that at this point, he didn't even have the time to stop the bleeding.
Fortunately, the 10 soldiers under him, after a month of fighting, were no longer the rookies they were at the beginning; with two PD28 light machine guns as the core of firepower, they began to exchange fire with the opposite side.
When those German sticks rushed over, several were knocked over on the spot.
But even so, after deceiving them about their experiences, it seems that there is no way to support them in time and meet up with Hu Biao and the others...