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Chapter 1587 The Soviet Union lost

"Ah..." Someone exclaimed immediately. The car hit several people from behind, crushing them under the wheels. The car bumped twice, and then continued to bump forward.

At this time, the people in front of them turned around and looked at the crazy car, so they all dodged a way.

The woman beside her looked at the open road and said to her man: "Did you see it? You must show it and make them afraid of you. Wouldn't this road go away?"

The woman is very proud.

But Varianjing was not as proud as his wife. He saw the anger of the crowd around him. After this incident, he would face serious consequences. Even if his wife had a background in Moscow, that would not work.

Moreover, Moscow is about to be over now.

"Use stones!" At this moment, suddenly, a roar came from the crowd.

"That's right, everyone runs together, why do you take a car and even push people?"

The backward people were filled with anger. They looked at the innocent workers who were twitching on the ground after being hit, and finally, they broke out.

Use stones!

They grabbed stones from the ground and threw them hard at the car.

"Quick, speed up!" the woman shouted loudly.

This car is convertible.

Like other vehicles, due to shortage of supplies during the war, and to jump off during air strikes, the vehicles here are all convertible, so stones can be easily thrown from behind.

"Bang!" A stone hit the only windshield in front of the car. The glass cracked appeared, and Walianjing couldn't see anything clearly in an instant. When he poked his head out, he was shocked and quickly stepped on the brakes.

The road ahead was about to turn, but he didn't see it. As a result, although the car had been stepped on the brakes, it was still rushing forward!

"You idiot, how did you drive?" the woman exclaimed, and then the front wheel of the car was stuck. Varianjing stepped on the accelerator but did not move.

The workers around saw their appearance and raised their middle fingers one after another. If they weren't in a hurry to escape, they really wanted to go up and beat them up.

"Hey, you guys, come here and push me." Varianjing shouted loudly.

In the past, as a senior leader in the factory, he naturally called for the wind and rain. As soon as he shouted, dozens of young men would come to help him push the cart, but now everyone farted his shouting.

If it’s not the time that’s tight, I’ll beat you to death!

"Comrade Molotov, are you really not going to leave?" At this time, in the office just now, it had become empty, leaving only Molotov and Kuchrenko.

Hearing Kuchelenko's question, Molotov shook his head: "Yes, how can I go?"

Outside, the crowd was as crowded as a tide. Just now, I was at the office. From a distance, I could see Varianjin's atrocities. At this time, Molotov felt a deep sorrow in his heart.

If he immediately ordered a retreat after receiving the leaflet, it would be safe now. Because of his reasons, a considerable number of people may not be spared, and he must be responsible.

At the same time, without reporting to his superiors, he ordered a retreat, which was a serious violation of discipline. Therefore, no matter what the outcome was, Kejing, a villain, would not let him go.

In this case, Molotov was unwilling to leave. Should he make him compete with the workers like Varentin? Leave the hope of living to the workers, and be responsible for it.

At the same time, he was sad inside. It can be imagined that the factory would turn into ashes within a few minutes, which seemed to herald the end of the empire. It was only thirty years after the birth of the Red Empire, and it was about to perish.

Let yourself pass away with the empire.

"No, Comrade Molotov, you are the best tank designer in the Soviet Union. We want to counterattack, and we cannot do without the tank you designed. You cannot be pessimistic now. As long as we are still there, the Soviet Union will not perish." Kuchelenko said: "In the factory, there is a Wave-2 aircraft, and you can take it away."

The Bo-2 aircraft is a small and flexible aircraft with a wide range of uses. Now, due to the lack of fuel, the Bo-2 aircraft flew to the factory to transport a batch of design drawings half a month ago, and it never flew away again and left it here. Now, Cochelenko knew that if it was said early, it would definitely be arguing. After all, the plane could only take two people, such as the Varentin, who would definitely snatch the plane and run away.

Now, they are the only ones left, and Kuchelenko will also fly the plane, just taking Molotov away.

Molotov shook his head: "It's too late, the Soviets are about to perish. Even if we are determined to design the plane, we are not capable anymore!"

Once the entire Ural Mountain industrial area here is blown up, the Soviets will never have the possibility of a comeback. This is the cruelest thing.

In the past, the Soviets had quite strict protection for the industrial areas here. A group of high-altitude fighter jets were deployed, for fear that German bombers would come to blow up, but as Germany threatened to blow up Moscow, all the fighter jets were transferred.

The Germans were so cunning, and that Cirick was an unbeatable opponent.

The Soviet Union lost.

Molotov looked out the window and the sound of bombers had already heard from the sky in the distance.

The bomber is here!

As the rumbling sound appeared in the sky, the people on the ground suddenly became even more frightened. They spread their feet and ran towards the foot of the mountain like crazy.

Aunt Diana even stood up from the seat and pedaled hard, and she rode the bicycle very quickly.

"Come on, come and save us." This is why Varianjing's wife also collapsed. She sat in the car and cried loudly: "How can you guys watch us weak mother and son die?"

She was still as a female yaksha just now, but now she has become weaker. Unfortunately, no one has paid attention to her.

She howled and looked to the side, only to realize that at some point Varianjing was gone. He also spread his legs, left them and ran forward in the crowd.

In the sky, the bomber was still flying forward.

"Three, two, one, bomb drop!" Carl counted down while counting to zero, put his finger on the bomb drop button.

"Bang." The bomb in the bomb bay left the hanger and swayed toward the bottom.

Its whereabouts declared the destruction of the factory below.
Chapter completed!
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