Chapter 1586: 3 echelons

Junker-290 bomber fleet.
Either don't do it, or do it absolutely, the bomber troops are dispatched this time on a huge scale.
There were more than two hundred Junker-290 bombers. They were divided into two groups, with a difference of about 15 minutes. Such grouping is of course meaningful.
To ensure the effectiveness of the bombing, if the first group of bombers did not completely destroy the target, the second group of bombers just came up to replenish the bombs.
Unlike previous bombings, it used to be carpet-like, but after the past, it was all in ruins, and even the entire city was razed to the ground.
But now, their goal is not to razor the Soviet cities on the Ural Mountains to the ground, but to blow up their industrial areas.
They only need to fly this time. When they reach the Ural Mountains, they will continue to fly north along the mountains and blow up all the Soviet factories along the way. It can be said that the areas where the reconnaissance planes throw flyers will be One bombed without landing.
The Soviets wanted to bomb Munich in Germany, but it was a very suffocating action, enough to make the Luftwaffe ridiculed. Let's see how Germany did it!
In addition to the Junker-290 bomber, there are almost the same number of FW190 fighters. They have added auxiliary fuel tanks as members of the team.
It's just that, flying over this way, there was no decent battle at all.
Along the way, the Soviets opened their doors wide. At an altitude of 12,500 meters, no anti-aircraft artillery could reach them. At the same time, no high-altitude fighters came to challenge them.
This made the pilots of the formation complain. Now, some of the ace pilots in Germany have already had fifty shots down. However, the pilots who are eager to fight recently have not been able to win the battle at all, almost none. The Soviet rookie came up to die.
The same goes for this voyage.
The huge formation is flying in a clear sky, and the daytime is the most suitable for high-altitude bombing.
"Attention, the front is about to reach Nizhny Tagil, according to the target allocation, from the 002 to 008 crew." In the lead bomber, the commander of this mission Aksett shouted.
Following his order, seven Junkers-290 bombers flew out in the formation and flew towards the target.
On the leading No. 002 bomber, the navigator and bombardier Karl has his eyes on the precision sights. At the same time, the airborne radar starts to measure speed and finally gathers all the data together. There is only one target, which is precision bombing!
At this time, in Carl's sight, there were undulating mountains and lush trees. Before coming, he had studied the aeronautical charts repeatedly, and now they were steadily on the final bombing route.
When the mountain peak disappeared, it had already entered the east side of the mountain, and then rows of factories appeared in his sight.
Various advances have been calculated, and we are waiting for the last moment.
"The countdown is thirty seconds." Carl shouted, placing his hand on the throwing button, with a slight trembling with excitement.
"Run, run!"
At this time, on the ground, a large number of workers were escaping to survive.
There are very few cars in the factory. After all, cars need to burn oil. Now the Soviet fuel is in urgent need.
They can only run this ten-kilometer road on two legs, even the world's highest score, it takes about 25 minutes, while the average athlete takes about 40 minutes.
Those who ran on two legs only ran two or three kilometers away when the bomber overhead flew over.
Farther than them, they ride bicycles.
In this era, bicycles can be regarded as the main means of transportation, and even some troops have established bicycle troops, which do not consume fuel, eat grass, run smoothly, can walk on mountain roads, and can carry them in water, which is quite good. Up.
Ordinary families can own bicycles. Most people in the factory have bicycles, but they may not be able to think of it at critical times.
The factory area and the dormitory are almost next to each other, and work is almost on foot, and not many people ride bicycles.
Aunt Diana was one of the wise men. After seeing that she was about to retreat to ten kilometers away, she was moved.
Run, don’t you be a fool if you don’t run this time?
She ran back to the dormitory and rode a bicycle. When the factory's order came down, she had already ran through the factory gate.
The chubby Aunt Diana, riding on the bicycle, kicked her legs vigorously. Because of her short legs, when she kicked down, she had to owe her toes and twist her ass.
The car also twisted and twisted, and when she heard the sound from the factory's horns, the wind was blowing under her feet.
Her back was soaked and she was a burly body, riding a bicycle, and the bicycle was constantly shaking and moaning under her hips, as if she could die due to excessive exercise at any time.
If you look from the sky, it looks like a marathon. Aunt Diana rushed to the front and dropped the people behind for a full kilometer. The people behind were also riding bicycles. They were in the second echelon. At the back of the triangle, there are a larger group of workers running on foot.
When they ran out and saw the bicycles of the second echelon in front, they all woke up and secretly scolded themselves for being stupid. Why didn't they know how to ride a bicycle?
But now it must be too late to ride back, and they can't go back either. The road is full of people running out. Could they go back against the people?
Therefore, they can only run hard. The half loaf of bread in their stomachs has long been digested. Now, they are running entirely by a survival instinct~EbookFREE.me~ Get out, get out! "At this moment, a loud shout came from behind.
A Gorky car drove out of it! The car's engine rumbling, and the people in the car poked their heads out and yelled loudly.
Valentin sat in the driver's seat, worried. He was surrounded by his wife and children. When the factory retreated, he brought out his wife and children. Moreover, he used his power to secretly leave some points. Gasoline, these are all in hand now, he can leave with his wife and children.
However, the road ahead has long been blocked.
"Bump over, or we will all die!" Next to him, his wife shouted loudly, her eyes flushed.
"Are you crazy?" Valentin asked.
"What are these untouchables, you are not cruel now, your son and I will die!" the woman shouted.
Valentin gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator.