Jintian sat anxiously on the chair, moved his butt restlessly, staring at the sun hanging high in the sky. The weather was good today. The long-lost sun cleared away the clouds and spread her smiling face and sunlight to the earth wearing silver armor. Under the sunlight, the German soldiers and Soviet soldiers in the village worked together like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, transforming the entire village into a temporary military fortress.

With the efforts of everyone, a trench surrounding the village was dug out in a short time, and many houses were converted into fixed shooting points. The tanks were also parked in important positions and ready to shoot at any time. Looking at the busy Su and German friendly situation in front of him, Kimda had a very bad feeling, and his eyes began to hop. For Kimda, who has always been superstitious, this is not a good sign. According to the older generation, something big will definitely happen today.

"Ge Siyun, what are you thinking?" Compared to Jintian's urgent noise, Zhukov looked leisurely and contented. After all, Zhukov's experience was far higher than that of Jintian. After experiencing the First World War and Stalin's great purge, he no longer had any special fear of any difficulties.

"It's nothing, it just feels something is wrong. I always feel uncomfortable today. I feel like a disaster is coming. This feeling is very strange. Will I die here today?" Jinda straightened his waist to make his sitting posture look more comfortable.

Zhukov looked at the worry on the face of the old opponent and sighed in his heart, "Ge Siyun, who has always been cold in the duel with him, looks immature. But he can always defeat himself. Could it be that he is really the same rumor, and has endless luck? If this is the case, then the Soviet Union will be in danger."

"Marson of Ge Siyun, the enemy has appeared"

"Comrade Zhukov, the enemy has appeared."

Just as both marshals were in deep thought, a German soldier and a Soviet soldier rushed into the room and reported the latest situation to the two marshals.

Jinda and Zhukov looked at each other and rushed out of the room tacitly. More than fifty tanks and self-propelled artillery of various types emerged around the village. Thousands of Ingut hunters held various guns and surrounded the tanks, exposed to the snow without stopping. The skeleton flags they raised were particularly conspicuous on the snow.

"Damn! This group of bitches is finally here." Zhukov cursed regardless of his identity, and his infinite hatred towards the Guts was reflected on his face.

"Zhukov, do you hate these people very much?" After seeing the ferocious look on Zhukov's face, Jinda asked in confusion.

Zhukov nodded and cursed without any concealment, "These turtles are not good things, they kill without blinking. Last time they attacked a village, they didn't even let go of the 3-year-old child. I always thought that these people would fight hard, and today they must fight and kill all these scumbags."

"Woo,,,,,," Zhukov's words just finished, as the Guts blew the horns, the sound was moving in the snow, echoing among the woods and mountains.

"Oh," the sound of the horn ended, and the Guts' attack announced the beginning. The charging hunters made strange roars, and with the cooperation of tanks, they charged towards the village in front of them. At this time, it was 1:20 pm. After blessing each other, the soldiers of the Su and German armies rushed to the battle post.

"Put the armor-piercing bombs, select their own targets, and shoot freely." The tank commander issued an order to attack.

Without hesitation, the 88mm tank guns on the 5 Tiger tanks and the 122mm tank guns on the 5 IS-2 heavy tanks were aimed at the target. The gunners each chose their favorite enemies and fired.

"Boom," After a loud bang, a long white smoke rose from the muzzle. The armor-piercing bombs drew brilliant arcs and hit the target accurately. A ball of fire rose, and the hit tank stopped on the road ahead with black smoke.

In the first round of artillery attacks, all hit the targets. The 88mm and 122mm armor-piercing shells easily tore open the armor of the tanks in front. Several of them also exploded. After a fire ball, the turret was kicked away like a ball, and the body of the car became a shattered waste. The crowd around the tank was also in trouble and was shaking by the explosion air waves. Many people were also killed by the splashed debris or seriously injured.

"A group of waste, the tank team is so dense. The soldiers follow up so densely. Do they think it is the Battle of Waterway hundreds of years ago? For such a team, the gunner can hit the target even with his eyes closed. He is really stupid like the Japanese." Zhukov looked at the enemy in front of him and cursed fiercely. He felt helpless about the enemy's incompetence. Could this be the army that had been chasing his own overnight?

When he heard Zhukov mention the Japanese, Kaneda asked curiously, "Master Zhukov, you mentioned the Japanese just now. Is the Japanese army also like this garbage? Is it like this?"

"Yes! The Japanese are just like this bear," Zhukov replied in a affirmative tone. "In the Battle of Nomenkan a few years ago, I fought with the Japanese. The Japanese army looked very brave, but I can only describe them in one word, stupid pig. I can say without hesitation that I can kill a Japanese division with an infantry regiment of the Guards."

"No way! Is the Japanese army so trash? Don't the Japanese have tanks? Can your infantry regiment do it?" Kindai understood that he would fight the Japanese sooner or later, and he was just right to learn about the situation of the Japanese army from Marshal Zhukov. He could come in handy in the future.

"Hahaha, the Japanese armored troops? Ge Siyun, don't joke." Zhukov laughed and said, "G Siyun, you may not know much about the Japanese army. They are basically infantry, and the only tanks are similar to armored vehicles. You can explode the frontal armor with grenades. Give me an IS-2 heavy tank battalion, and I can destroy all Japanese tanks and ensure that I don't lose a tank."

"Boom,,,," amid Zhukov's laughter, the second volley began, and the armor-piercing bombs teared the air again. It sank into the charge tank, and a circular bullet hole was drilled into the armor of the front of the tank. The warhead rushed into the tank until it could not continue.

After the smoke of gunpowder, burning scrap iron appeared on the snow again, and the blazing fire reflected the white ground. It was very beautiful, with a feeling of red roses blooming. There were still corpses lying around the tank, and the blood mark entered the white snow, which gave the colorless earth a strange color.

After the second round of artillery attacks, the Guts lost their general armored power and saw that the situation was not good, they left hundreds of corpses, began to retreat, and escaped from the enemy's sight.

Seeing this scene, Kaneda and Zhukov both breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were safe for the time being.

"Dong," But before Jintian could come back to his senses, a dull drum sounded in the air again. More than 150 tanks, self-propelled artillery and countless Inguts reappeared in front of the Germans and Soviets. The next moment, accompanied by the drum sound, the second charge began.

More than 150 tanks of various models, and their self-propelled artillery drove with maximum horsepower under the drag of tracks. Countless hunters roared, holding various weapons in their hands, running forward at the fastest speed. The undefending life and death team formed a suicide stormtrooper type, rushing towards the small village ahead like endless waves. The splashing snow oars were thrown high, blocking everyone's sight.

"Ge Siyun, break through! You can't stop it now." Looking at the situation in front of you, Zhukov's old face was twisted, and beads of sweat were oozing out from the subcutaneous fat on his forehead, flowing through his rough skin and dripping onto his chin. As an experienced commander, Zhukov understood that this village could not be defended. If you want to block it, it would be a dead end. It would be better to break through immediately, so that you can break out to a living way.

Jintian looked at the Ingut people rushing over the mountains and fields, and felt a bad feeling, "Comrade Zhukov seems to be unable to withstand it. There is an old saying among Chinese people. Friends are birds in the same forest, and they fly by themselves when the disaster comes. Let's fly by themselves now! I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate again next time." As he said that, Jintian stretched out his hand and shook hands with the Soviet general who had been with him for a day to say goodbye.

Zhukov also moved to the point of stretching out his hand and sighed, "Marson of Ge Siyun, I can't bear to leave you either! I originally wanted to communicate with you some peeping skills. But I didn't expect that this situation would happen. It's really better for human calculation than God's calculation. Let's meet again if you have the chance in the future! There is another old Chinese saying that you are good to meet you if you are destined to meet you for thousands of miles, but you don't want to meet you if you are destined to meet you if you are destined to meet you if you are destined to meet you if you are destined to meet you again."

Jinda shook hands tightly, hugged Zhukov affectionately, turned around and shouted to his subordinates, "Brothers, everyone get on the chariot, let's break west. Life and death are here, success or failure is the next moment, everyone fights out with me."

After receiving the order, the German soldiers quickly ran to the chariot and prepared to break through in just 2 minutes. Jintian boarded a tiger tank, and faced Zhukov, who was climbing onto an IS-2 heavy tank on the other side, and shouted, "Master Zhukov, the whole world is over. I will finally get off after sending you a thousand miles away. If you have the opportunity to meet in Berlin, I will definitely place the most expensive banquet in the best brothel in the Berlin Red Light District. Please ask the lady with the red card to drink and chat with you with the best XO, and talk about the fascist magical skills of the new era."

When Zhukov heard such bold words from Jinda, he happily replied, "Marson of Germain, you are so polite. I don't know when I will meet again today. If I have the chance, I will definitely place the best big pot meal in the best collective farm in Moscow, and invite the most beautiful women director to talk to you all night with the best vodka."
Chapter completed!