Yu Yang observed the situation on the battlefield. These Italians arrived very suddenly and retreated very decisively.
Yu Yang only chatted for a few words with Lao Maozi. In less than a minute, these Italians had disappeared. The end of the street was empty. The sound of tanks became smaller and smaller from the initial roar, as if
These Italians have gone away.
The streets once again returned to calm, and it was as if the battle just now had never happened. If it weren't for the corpses of dozens of Italian soldiers scattered on the street, it proved that Italian soldiers had once set foot on this land.
These Italians come and go in a hurry without leaving any trace, just like the wind blowing, you can only know and feel its existence.
Determined that no one would disturb his chicken eating for the time being, Yu Yang returned to the house, sat down on the ground, picked up the chicken legs and started to chew on them.
Is it easy to eat chicken by yourself? Before I had time to eat, I met a company of Italians. It could be said that it was full of dangers just now. Fortunately, I was smart, otherwise Yu Yang would probably be the only Italian in this company now.
Result: the only Soviet soldier killed.
The chicken was a little cold. Although it had only been a few minutes, it was lucky that it didn't freeze in the subzero weather in Stalingrad. Yu Yang took two bites and put the chicken legs and the rest of the chicken into the pot again.
Medium, ready to heat for a while before eating.
Taking out the condiments he had just seized, Yu Yang prepared a hearty meal to comfort his frightened young mind. Fortunately, he was an Italian. If he had been a German, Yu Yang would have died countless times.
Second-rate.
He sat by the pot and waited patiently, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed, thinking about what he would do later. I don't know if the Italian I just killed was considered a mission target.
If you count, it seems that the bullets from my whole bullet chain just now took away a lot of Italians, at least thirty people. After all, when these Italians fled for their lives, they gathered together on the not-so-wide street and gave
The machine gun in Yu Yang's hand has a lot of room for use.
When you eat the chicken later, eat less and leave about half of it. You can take it with you. When you go back in the evening, you can give it to Kanoeva and his brother.
Yu Yang patted his head. The Battle of Stalingrad was the most brutal battle in human history. Yu Yang's style of painting here seems to have changed a bit. A man and a woman were living their daily lives in Stalingrad?
Shaking his head, he threw away the miscellaneous thoughts in his head. He looked at the pot and saw that it was almost ready. The chicken was ready to eat. Seeing this, Yu Yang took out his fork and threw in the chicken.
I took out the chicken leg after two bites and wolfed it into my stomach. The chicken was slightly rotten, maybe because it had been cooked for a long time.
But overall, the taste is pretty good, at least it is the best thing Yu Yang has eaten in the past week. There is no other one. The beef seized before was not as delicious as this. While eating it, Yu Yang almost shed tears.
It’s not easy. I finally got the chicken. It’s really not easy to eat the chicken.
Just after eating more than half of the chicken leg, there was still meat on the bones that had not been chewed clean. Suddenly there was another loud gunshot outside the house. This time it came from the right side of Yu Yang, that is, the gunshot came from the direction where the Italians were retreating.
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The gunshots were very dense and suddenly rang out, but they probably weren't the shots from Italian weapons. According to the Italian army's behavior, even if they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they did not dare to fight back. They always felt that the number of enemies on the opposite side was greater than theirs.
I saw it more than ten times, or even more.
Yu Yang held the unfinished chicken leg in his mouth and held the sniper rifle to the window. Yu Yang lacked a sniper scope before, but he just got two sniper rifles.
However, Yu Yang did not use it directly. Instead, he removed the mirror on it and placed it on his sniper rifle. The accuracy of the two sniper rifles was not as good as the one in his hand, but the sniper scopes were all the same and could be used universally.
Looking through the window, what caught my eye were a dozen old men who were retreating continuously. They were the same group of people who were chasing the Italian soldiers just now.
One of the old men, Yu Yang, even recognized him. He was the old man who had just come in front of him and confronted him. The two had a few words of friendship. There was a big hole in the pocket of his clothes, which was not far away.
Far away, Yu Yang can be seen clearly.
Role reversal, the old man who just showed off his power and abandoned his armor after chasing the Italian suddenly turned into the Italian just now, running for his life in a hurry.
However, compared to the disorderly retreat of the Italians, Lao Maozi's retreat was somewhat organized. At least he did not run away, but counterattacked while retreating. From time to time, he used the surrounding bunkers to fire a few shots to slow down the pursuit of the enemy.
footsteps.
Looking back, Yu Yang finally understood why these old idiots were running away. Behind him was a swarm of Germans, which seemed to number at least a hundred or so. There was also an armored vehicle covering them, driving these old idiots away.
There are many metaphysical issues on the battlefield. For example, when the British encounter the Japanese, the combat effectiveness of one Japanese is equivalent to that of a company of British or even more.
A company of Germans is equivalent to a group army in the eyes of the French, even more terrifying. A division of Italian troops is a terrifying Satan in the eyes of Africans, and a group of walking trophies in the eyes of a few old men.
As for a company of Germans, Yu Yang didn't know what they saw in the eyes of a dozen old men, but at least in the eyes of these old men, they couldn't afford to offend the Germans behind them, so it was better to retreat first.
After the Soviets retreated to the center of the street, they began to disperse and retreat. Some got into the nearby buildings, preparing to use the terrain to deal with the Germans.
It's just that the ideas of these old men are good, but the reality is a bit cruel. These Germans are not Italians, and the weapons in their hands are not fire sticks, but large murder weapons used to harvest the lives of old men.
The metal barrage fired from the machine gun on the armored vehicle interrupted Lao Maozi who was about to rush into the building. Blood stained the street not far in front of Yu Yang, and Lao Maozi's screams could not be heard.
After seeing this scene, Yu Yang's head felt a little big. The area he was in now was very awkward. There had just been a wave of Italians and Lao Maozi, and now there was a wave of Germans. I wonder if there will be Romanians later.
, the Bulgarians, and the Turks passed by. In this case, they would have encountered all the troops participating in the Battle of Stalingrad.
Stretching out his sniper rifle, Yu Yang aimed at one of the Germans at the far end. Now that the gunfire was so chaotic, Yu Yang could fish in troubled waters and secretly shoot a few Germans.
But you can't hit targets that are too close, otherwise, these Germans can judge Yu Yang's position based on the angle at which the bullets are fired.
"Peng!" A dull gunshot rang out. The bullet fired by Yu Yang took away the life of a German with one precise shot. He quickly pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger at another selected target.
With five rounds of bullets, without anyone interfering, Yu Yang easily took away the lives of five German soldiers. However, after killing the five Germans, Yu Yang took back his weapon and retreated to his room.
