Chapter 610 The Dream of Awakening from the Blast

"Hurry up, the *** has already rushed up!" Chen Binghua no longer cared about the shattered trench mirror at this time and shouted. Without watching the trench mirror, he could see the black Soviet soldiers rushing towards him like ants through the thick smoke of gunpowders. They staggered at the explosion point of the shells that were opening in the road ahead and rushed up.

"The enemy is 80 meters ahead of the observation post No. 257, and the shells are hit 80 meters." Without need of saying, Jiang Qingchang was already shouting loudly.

In order to make the signal smoother, Jiang Qingchang directly came out of the anti-cannon hole with the phone on his back. Unfortunately, the phone was hit by shrapnel and broke down. Finally, after he made some trouble, when the communication was restored, the Soviet army vanguard had already pressed in front of their observation post.

The artillery shells of the vanguard's counterattack suddenly became fierce. In addition to attacking the Soviet artillery positions, those frontier positions that had already been demarcated were also attacking. However, artillery attacks in these places require guidance from artillery reconnaissance.

During the day, the aerial artillery reconnaissance of the Pioneer Army left a deep impression on the Soviets. When the air was not dominant, the Soviet Union chose to launch an attack at night. At night, the artillery fire that the Pioneer Army had was also weakened a lot. The artillery reconnaissance in the air could not be observed, and the radar of the base could not be scanned so finely. The artillery bombardment could only rely on the ground observation post.

But now Jiang Qingchang didn't know what to say. He looked everywhere, and he saw Soviet soldiers everywhere. Although the artillery shells of the vanguard army began to roar, he could not stop the rushing tide. Although the bodies of Soviet soldiers were constantly blowing up 80 meters north, the Soviet army quickly rushed up with the broken limbs of companions.

"It's too far, a little closer. 50 meters, no, 30 meters. The *** rushed up, fucking, firing at me, firing at me, covering and bombarding!" Jiang Qingchang couldn't help but shouting as the Soviet soldiers got closer.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded beside him, lifting him up and falling backwards. At such a close distance, the Soviet soldiers had already thrown out the grenade. Chen Binghua was also blown into the trench by the grenade, but he also saved his life. Before he could get up with the Somi submachine gun, a larger shock wave pressed him down again like a stylish hand.

A series of loud noises roared in his ears, and the explosion echoed underground, especially the drop of the heavy artillery bounced up his body again.

"Puff!" He couldn't help but spit out blood, and then the fluffy soil on both sides buried most of his body.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was already lying in the wild hospital. He was wrong with the more exciting scenes behind him.

The observation posts on the front line were not only theirs, but at that moment, almost all the observation posts were heard from the Soviet army. After receiving the intelligence from the front line, the shells intercepted by the vanguard army seemed to be useless. The waves surged from the sea of ​​people in the Soviet army seemed to be endless, flooding the spot-like blanks swept across the craters, and continued to rush forward.

Kochajin felt that he could not stop at all. If he hesitated, he would be knocked down by the sea of ​​people behind him. There was a machine gun behind him, and the shame of deserters blocked him. Everyone could only rush forward desperately. The waves of human beings stirred up by Ula's shouts stirred up his heart as if he was about to jump out of his throat. He was surrounded by endless darkness, and the hideous faces of shouting and roaring after the fire shone, like a dream.

But soon, his dream woke up.

A loud noise that made him unable to hear anything, and all the fires surged around him were fire. He could not hear the roar of rocket shells, but he could see the trajectory of flames passing through the air. It was as beautiful as fireworks. It was like a sudden dawn, and the entire world was full of flames burning. The Soviet soldiers burning and screaming in the blood seemed to be releasing the last dance in their lives.

He didn't know that this was the rocket launcher of the Pioneer Army. Although the rocket launcher that had been prepared was not good at countering Soviet artillery because of its short range, it was the most sharp tactic used to deal with such large-scale sea of ​​people. The entire front line became a sea of ​​fire, and the flames shone for hundreds of miles. The eyes of both sides seemed to be concentrated in this sea of ​​fire that winded for three kilometers at that moment.

It was the fire that illuminated the path of human civilization at the beginning, but now it was the fire of war, and the smell of burning human flesh was evaporated in the air everywhere.

"Blizzard?" Apaneseko, the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Front, who ran to the front line to inspire and condolences, looked at the flames rising from the sky in the distance and was obviously stunned, but then continued to say with a cold face: "Cover the artillery, continue to charge!"

He didn't have to care about the result of the charge ahead. He knew that the report of heavy casualties without reading it. The Soviet army was also equipped with rocket launchers. After seeing the attack effect of the rocket launchers, he already knew that few people could survive such a large-scale blizzard. But none of these were what he cared about. What he cared about was the result of victory on the front line, no matter how expensive it was.

He knew that in the dark, the Soviet Union would have more opportunities. After dawn, with the Soviet Union, which is now in a backward situation, they will be more passive.

Soviet artillery bombarded the rocket launcher like crazy, not caring about the counterattack artillery fire of the vanguard army outside after being exposed. They knew that the threat of rocket launchers was greater, and they also knew that the rocket launcher was inconvenient to load, but they did not know that in Meng Xiang's personal order, the rocket launcher troops were fired and changed places. It was also very convenient to transfer those car-mounted rocket launchers.

Some of the Soviet artillery bombarded the rocket artillery positions and countered the artillery of the vanguard army. Some continued to bombard the vanguard army positions, while the Soviet army slowly moved forward in the dark night with the firelight shining light.

Kochakin was not dead, and survived in the pool of blood piled up by the pile of corpses. However, his body was scalded by boiling blood, but his right hand, filled with blisters, could still grab the rifle, and was carried by the soldiers on both sides and left behind, and continued to move forward. Behind him, no one stepped back, and the frozen corpse of the soldiers who were swept down by the law-enforced machine guns was still there.

Kochajin's eyes were blurred for a lifetime. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The stars were blocked by gunpowder and could not be seen. However, the huge roar of the aircraft engine came from the air.

"Airplane?" Kochajin's heart shrank. After experiencing the incident two days ago, he knew that the planes that were still flying in the air at night were basically all Chinese. But this time, he guessed wrong. Given that the bombing of the vanguard army at night caused great losses to the Soviet airport and artillery positions, the instructions from Moscow would overwhelm the momentum of the Chinese.

For this reason, after hearing that the frontline air force suffered heavy losses, many new support aircraft came one after another during the day. Many of them were bombers, and the pilots who were flying were also excellent and could complete night flight operations. Moscow had only one instruction, which was to bomb the Chinese people once at night.

At this time, the roar of the planes rolling in the sky was the Soviet bomber formation that was going to attack, and the bombing of the airports and artillery positions provided by the spies was their mission.

Kochajin couldn't help but be confused when he heard the thunder rolling towards the Pioneer Army's position, but someone in the army had already shouted: "That's our plane, go and blow up the yellow-skinned monkey's nest!"

"Ula!" This time the cheers were louder, and the morale was greatly boosted, and the charge forward was faster.

But a scream of the plane came, and a huge bird fell from the air with a long trajectory of flames. Under the flash of tracer bombs in the air, the figure of the Black Widow fighter flashed past and continued to pursue behind him. One of the bombers' engines had burned, reflecting the logo of the Soviet Air Force above. But soon a larger fireball exploded on the fuselage, and the TB-3 heavy bomber disintegrated directly above the head of the Soviet soldiers with a big mouth.

"Boom!" Another ***-2m-103 bomber fell next to the advancing Soviet soldiers. This time there was no cheer from Ula. Next to the wreckage where the flames soared into the sky, teams of Soviet soldiers with some numb and dull faces flashed by.

When Kochakin passed by, he just glanced at it. It was not clear in the air, but the sound of fierce fighting there could still be heard, but the falling planes were marked by the Soviet Russian Air Force.

The Soviets obviously did not carefully learn about the night combat capabilities of the Pioneer Air Force from the *** people, nor did they understand the radar arrangements of the Pioneer Army.

Although the Soviet Union had tried to avoid the possible location of the radar station they detected, they ignored that the sub-base itself had radar warning functions within the scope of the direct jurisdiction. Shortly after the formation of fifty bombers of the Soviet Union took off, the alert P-61 Black Widow fighters were eagerly waiting for their arrival in the air.

Still following the Pioneer Army's consistent local combat advantage in protecting pilots, the Soviet bombers were put in and then closed the door to hunt birds.

At this time, the Soviet fighter jets had no ability to fight at night, and even those bombers did not have much experience in night bombing. They just used the guidance of spies to conduct a night attack based on the experience of outstanding pilots. The morale-boosting political show had practical significance, but unfortunately they encountered a vanguard army with night combat capabilities.

When the bomber encountered a fighter, although the formation defense was a little effective, it was more of a one-sided massacre. Under the murder of a group of widows, the big birds soon suffered a collective tragedy.
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