Chapter 1801 Telecom Fraud
The soldier named Vinokov was a bespectacled private, and no one knew what his past experiences were. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜ReadМ
I just heard that this guy used to be a literate and bitter person who liked to write nonsense things to denounce the darkness and vent his emotions. As a result, he accidentally overwrote and was arrested and thrown into prison. He was sentenced to three years of reform through labor and had to reflect on it. .
No, with the fighting on the frontline in full swing, Vinokov, who was very active in labor reform and performed well, was released from prison with a reduced sentence one year early, but it came at a price. The price is that he has to put on a military uniform and join the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War to fight for the country until he wins the final victory for the motherland, and all the past events are wiped out.
Vinokoff, who readily accepted the reduced sentence and conditions for his release from prison, was a smart man. In other words, he had already realized during his time in the labor camp what he should do to completely "change his mind" after he was released.
Vernokov, who actively studied German and mastered a skill for himself, soon became a "professional" in the class.
All the other comrades in the class knew that Vinokov, who was assigned as a supplementary recruit, was quite capable. He could write words, sentences, and articles, and he also taught himself German and was proficient in it. He was a talent.
As for the things he's done in the past, oh, come on, who hasn't made some mistakes in the past? He is still a good comrade if he corrects his mistakes after he realizes them. What's more, is this man still a comrade who lives with him day and night?
Vinokov, who was wearing small round glasses like Beria's, nodded when he heard the order, then held the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand by the gun belt, threw it over his shoulder, and put it behind his back. He went to the table and grabbed the microphone that was still ringing and making random noises just now. He pressed the call button and spoke quietly.
"There's something wrong with the machine. I didn't hear you clearly just now. Please repeat."
Since the German guys on the opposite side can still send calls and shout loudly, it means that they don't know that the German guys in the bunker have already gone west and been swept away. It is obviously a good idea to use this to deceive these bastards on the opposite side. pretty good idea.
"What? Why didn't anyone answer the call for so long? Forget it, it's not important. We need new coordinates for bombardment. If bombardment can be carried out, please report to us immediately! Hurry up!"
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Vinokov, holding the radio transmitter in his hand, was noncommittal, and the platoon leader standing next to him kept asking questions.
"What did the Kraut say?"
"They want to bombard the coordinates and ask us to report them immediately. How should I answer them?"
"Coordinates of bombardment???"
After hearing such an answer, the platoon leader was stunned for a moment. After a sudden flash of inspiration, he came back to his senses and figured out the truth that troubled him. In addition, this damn place was a German artillery observation post, serving as eyes for those cannons that were just hanging on the way to the charge and blasting themselves into the sky.
In this way, everything can be explained. The Germans did not hesitate to build this place so hidden and troublesome, and also left two machine guns and at least two squads of manpower to watch the door in the dark. .
Comrade platoon leader, who figured out what happened, was so angry that this disgusting German artilleryman almost killed him. If the IS6 hadn't accelerated the charge quickly enough, he would have been killed by this disgusting German artilleryman. Bai Laijin has to be handed over to the battlefield today. I can't wait to eat these German artillerymen alive immediately. This is the most real thought at this moment.
However, some things are just something you can just think about, but what you should actually do is another matter.
After thinking about it carefully, the platoon leader had an idea and quietly spoke.
"Do you understand artillery terminology?"
The two stared at each other, and Vinokov, who was completely caught off guard by the question, shook his head in confusion.
"No, I don't understand."
Are you kidding me? I was a newspaper editor before I started fighting with guns. I learned all the work of infantry and applied it immediately. How could I possibly understand the professional terminology of artillery? If you ask me to point out what a breech block is, I can’t point it out correctly.
Comrade platoon leader, of course, didn't know what Vinokov was muttering in his mind at the moment, but time was tight and the need to find a solution quickly was an obvious top priority. The platoon leader, who could no longer think anymore, quickly issued the order. .
"No matter what, tell them directly! Let's fire at a position one kilometer behind the observation post. Just tell the Red Army that the Russian assault force has already reached here. If we don't fire, it will be too late. Even our observation post is surrounded. I can no longer hold on any longer and I'm about to fall. My tone is urgent and urgent. Act like this. Say it quickly!"
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Are you treating a German guy as a fool at this time? Will this work?
Vinokov felt uncertain, but he did not dare to disobey the platoon leader's order. He must know that he was now serving a crime, and if something went wrong, he might have to go back to continue the labor reform. He didn't want to do it again even if he was beaten to death. Go back to that damn place.
No matter what the outcome is, let’s deal with the current hurdle first! With such thoughts in his mind, Vinokov pressed the call button again and repeated what the platoon leader asked him to relay in German as usual. During the whole process, he was accompanied by an extremely urgent voice that screamed at the top of his lungs, almost sucking the milk. He used all his strength.
Soon, the voice on the other end of the radio answered.
"What? Are you sure? We are all there, and the Russians' assault is so fast!?"
Vinokov, who tried his best to act as if the situation was urgent, didn't even have time to relay the inquiry to his comrade, the platoon leader. In a fit of passion, he directly decided the content of his answer on his own.
"Fire, fire! Fire quickly! Fire at the coordinates, the Russians are coming in, fire quickly!!!"
Under the stunned gazes of his comrades around him who couldn't understand what he was doing, Vinokov, who was pretending to be in pain, held the microphone in one hand and covered his chest with the other as he slowly crouched down as if he had been shot. He stood at the table and saw that "he was only breathing his last breath, and his life was not long."
No one could understand what exactly Vinokov was yelling. They only knew that he looked like a stage actor now, so vivid and lifelike that those who didn’t know really thought this guy had been shot and fell to the ground. Or maybe it's a sudden illness or something.
"What are you doing? What happened? What is going on?"
The platoon leader, who didn't know what was going on, looked confused and quickly asked. "The performance is over," Vinokov stood up and immediately replied.
"I'll try my best to trick these Krauts into doing what you say, but I don't know if it will work, Comrade Platoon Commander."
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The platoon leader, who had his mouth half open and didn't know what to say, had not finished thinking when a sudden, violent concussion of artillery sound suddenly came and resounded in his ears.
The platoon leader who heard the sudden commotion had no time to think about it, and hurriedly led his people to run out of the hole in the bunker that was blasted open. When he looked outside, he saw that the deep German positions in the distance to the west were already filled with smoke and dust. Falling into a sea of fire amid a series of noises.
