About 20 minutes later, the warehouse manager first wiped the M1911 pistol in his hand back into the holster.

Then, the middle-aged greasy man lowered his hands and feet as much as possible, fearing that he would alarm the people in the basement in front of him, and left here lightly.

His approach was not like this, where too many German soldiers were ambushing in that basement.

Instead, he could be seen in the basement that collapsed halfway and was leaking everywhere.

Next to a small fire, a pair of blonde siblings curled up next to it; the older sister was about 10 years old, and the younger brother was even five years old.

Just from their faces, and the younger brother who was hugged by their sister, kept whispering in their mouths that they were so hungry.

The warehouse manager understood what was going on in an instant.

It was nothing more than a pair of orphans who lost their loved ones in such a damn war.

If no miracle had happened, they would have died silently like two little beasts in such a half-year-long defense battle in Volgograd.

In such a process, and in the tragic ending, no one cares about them.

Or, if you want to do something, you are willing but not able to do it.

Just like the warehouse manager at this moment, the only thing he does is to leave quietly and not scare them because of his own appearance. As for the matter of saving them, how to save them, and how many can he save?

There are too many such examples in such a large city now.

The 600,000 civilians stranded in this city ended up with only a few thousand people after the war; it can be said that every family suffered a catastrophe.

But it is just a time when I keep telling myself that I am doing the right thing.

The warehouse manager, who was stole his hands and feet, still felt a sense of aggrievance in his heart. This feeling made him want to kill someone very much...

In this way, with a full murderous intent.

After searching, the warehouse manager finally found a suitable sniper position:

One was supported by a collapsed floor slab by a concrete column that fell across the ground; then formed a small hole that allowed him to drill into.

And as long as you lie inside, your vision is quite good; you just can see the entrance of a Deguan Camp and the road in front of the entrance.

The only disadvantage is that such a small hole is actually the one that connects both ends.

While it is convenient for the warehouse to escape at any time, it can also allow the cold wind to quickly take away his body temperature due to the continuous convection.

Just to vent the flames in your heart and kill more demon sticks, the warehouse manager did not care about such a shortcoming.

"Good guy! Finally, I don't have to lie on the snow that can freeze people to death."

With such a joy of suffering, the warehouse manager quickly got into it; by the way, he used a broken wooden board to block the hole in the behind him.

It is impossible to completely block all the wind, but it can be warmer.

After doing all this, the warehouse manager picked up the weapon in his hand, aimed it at the German camp about 200 meters away, and began to patiently wait for the opportunity to take action.

The so-called camp of Depu, which was originally a glass factory, is now occupied by Depu.

At night, attacks are rarely launched, but during the day, they use this place as a starting base and start attacking the tractor factory.

Once he entered such a state, the warehouse manager was like a patient hunter, waiting for the prey to appear became the only thought in his heart.

Even in this process, I kept pouring cold wind into my clothes.

Also, after constantly losing body temperature, my body gradually became cold and my fingers with some stiff fingers seemed to have no effect on him.

Like a wooden man, he began to wait motionlessly.

In this way, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 1 hour passed.

During this period, in some other areas further apart, the warehouse manager could hear a crisp sound of gunfire and two sounds, letting him know that the other team members were taking action.

Or, it was the German soldiers who were shooting black guns at the defenders of the tractor factory.

But when he looked at the German stick soldiers outside the position from a machine gun fire point opposite, he occasionally poked his head out and looked at the German stick soldiers outside the position, but he had no intention of taking action.

Although the warehouse manager has strong confidence, he can definitely hit the target at such a distance.

Just kidding! As the well-deserved main sniper of the Zhongzhou team, the warehouse manager who wants to kill people today must find a big fish tonight before he can take action.

*******

At about 12 o'clock in the evening, I lay there like a wooden warehouse, and my breathing between my nose suddenly became a little rapid.

Because he finally waited for a big fish after such a time now.

A bucket car with headlights on in the dark night appeared alone at such a midnight.

What's even more wonderful is that the barrel car stopped 50 meters in front of the German camp.

The main reason is that the driver has to do so.

It was about half an hour ago when a shell that had been called from the Russian artillery position on the east bank of the Volga River landed on the ground.

Although it was deviated from too much and did not cause any effective damage to the German army, it was a coincidence that a large pit was blown up and destroyed the road surface.

In the middle of the night, it seemed that the engineers from Desan had no intention of rushing repairs.

So the German sticks on this car could only helplessly park at a location about 50 meters away from their nest.

Facing the camp at a close distance, the people in the car were still very cautious.

Two German soldiers holding MP40 submachine guns in their hands carefully got out of the car, then started to look around with their guns.

After a few minutes, they ran to the car door and used their bodies to guard a German-stick officer wearing a decent coat to get off the car.

Good guy! Just in this posture, you know that this is a big fish.

He was embarrassed to have such a big show when he was lower than the level of a lieutenant colonel; but what he didn't know was that just a distance of about 50 meters cost his life.

The bin, which took a deep breath, pulled the trigger on his fingertips directly.

After a crisp gunshot of the '其~', the officer who was hit in the thigh fell to the ground in a staggering manner.

Of course, the result of just hitting the target's thigh was not that the warehouse tube, whose fingers were numb, was missed, but that this guy had a greater ambition.

As for such ambition, will the officer escape? It doesn't exist.

The moment the officer fell, the two guards around him immediately showed their excellent qualities.

One of them held the MP40 submachine gun in his hand and shot desperately at the general direction hidden in the warehouse, not asking for the ability to kill the opponent, but only trying to gain more time.

Another guard quickly helped the officers on the ground up and tried to take advantage of this opportunity to escape into the camp.

Even a driver in the car hid behind the car door and fired randomly at a pistol in his hand.

What happened?

The guard, whose firepower suppressed, had not even had a single bullet in his hand, and he was shot by the warehouse manager.

In the next time, the driver hiding behind the car door and the guard who ran over to save the people were also killed by the warehouse manager one by one.

The officer who was shot in the thigh was taken away for a few steps before he fell to the ground again.

Then, in such a cold night, only one officer was left, and the shrill screams from his mouth spread far away.
Chapter completed!