Chapter 1011： Molotov cocktail (2/2)

After they completed the fortifications, the surrounding enemies did not open fire anymore! At the same time, they didn't come down to fight, if it weren't for the corpses all over the floor and the smell of blood in the air, why didn't it happen.

What are these Iranians waiting for? Even Baranov can’t understand it, but Baranov knows that he has only persistence and must persist!

There was an echo in the radio. General Novikov's troops were rushing in. They could be rescued as long as they persisted until tomorrow.

Now I have rested and eaten enough, and maybe there will be fierce fighting in the evening.

Thinking of this, Baranov suppressed the urge to turn up in his stomach, and continued to take a bite of the can.

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from a distance, like thunder, and Baranov's face suddenly changed.

The roar was getting louder and louder, and Baranov shouted loudly: ”Watch out for air defense!”

They finally piled up corpses and created a fortification for them that could block the shooting from the top of the mountain, but this was already the limit, and they would definitely not be able to stop the bombing overhead!

Just after he finished shouting, at the mountain pass in front of him, he suddenly saw an airplane with the wings of a seagull coming, and for a moment, he was taken aback.

Stuka! How can there be Stuka over Iran? After a few seconds, he suddenly understood.

No wonder I am surrounded here, the Germans are also very quick ~~ they have arrived! The people who surrounded themselves here today are not Iranians at all, at least not all Iranians, the elite of them should be Germans!

It is not a shame to lose in the hands of the Germans.

At this time, the Soviet soldiers below seemed to know that it was the last moment. They raised their rifles and pointed them at the sky above. At this moment, Stuka had already roared and swooped down on the landing gear. The whistle made a cry of death.

Looking at the sparse firepower below, Karl barely had any psychological pressure. He pushed the joystick, dived down at an angle of nearly ninety degrees, and then pressed the bomb button.

Excessive bravery is reckless. Here, the dive must not be too low, because this is a valley, and there is not much space for the aircraft to pull up. If the infantry on the ground is bombed and fell, it is definitely the saddest.

Anyway, this kind of bomb does not require special precision.

The Stuka bomber pulled up, and a bomb had fallen down leisurely.

Baranov's pupils dilated, and the bomb flew towards him!

Run!

Without explanation, he spread his legs and ran to the side quickly, leaving his fortifications just now, risking even being hit by fire from the top of the mountain.

”Boom!” Then, the bomb exploded and it landed two or three meters away from the fortification. At this time, no one came out of the fortification, and they all squatted down skillfully, supposedly able to avoid the explosion. Of fragments.

At this moment, the explosion produced a fireball, and then the fireball spread out quickly! A layer of flame expands continuously towards the outside in a sputtering shape.

Baranov's heart was shocked, incendiary! ()

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