Red Moscow

The one who came with the motorcycle team was a squadron leader of the SS Second Commando. He came to the first car and said to the officer sitting on the bridge with a straight face: "Mr. Lieutenant, your ID!"

Seeing that it was the SS who stopped him from checking his ID, the officer quickly took out his ID and handed it over respectfully. The SS officer read the documents, handed them back to him, and asked, "What's in your car?"

"It's ammunition!" The officer said with a smile on his face, "We were ordered to deliver ammunition to Gorodisheh town!"

The SS officer snorted, and then asked, "What happened ahead?"

"A truck coming from your direction ran over a landmine planted by the guerrillas on the road. The driver of the truck was killed on the spot." Thinking that the guerrillas had been driven away by him, the officer couldn't help saying Take the credit for yourself: "But the guerrillas who attacked us have been driven far away by us."

The SS officer glanced sideways at the back, and asked again: "Are all the cars behind you with you?"

The officer didn't know that the truck that Griza and the others were riding in had merged into his own convoy, so he nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Second Commando Squadron Leader, the cars behind are all with me."

The SS officer nodded, stepped aside, and gestured to the motorcyclists standing in the middle of the road to get out of the way for the convoy. Seeing the gesture of the boss, the motorcyclist quickly moved the motorcycle to the side of the road to make way for the convoy.

When the truck passed the motorbike fleet parked on the side of the road, whether it was Corporal Aino sitting on the bridge or Griza and the others sitting in the carriage, they were all ready to fight. Unexpectedly, those SS soldiers standing on the side of the road didn't stop their cars to check their documents, but an SS officer kept waving on the side of the road to signal them to speed up.

After the truck left the motorcycle team far behind, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. Elizaveta also asked Griza in a low voice: "Comrade Lieutenant, what is going on, why didn't the enemy let us stop?"

Although Griza didn't hear the conversation between the SS officer and the officer in the lead car, he vaguely guessed what was going on. Hearing Elizaveta's question at this moment, he replied in the same low voice: "I think these SS officers and soldiers may regard us and the enemies in the ammunition convoy ahead as one group."

Yelizaveta looked at the SS soldiers standing by the road and said with regret: "Comrade Lieutenant, what a target, I can knock down at least five or six targets with one shuttle. But you don't allow us to shoot at random." Gun, what a pity."

"Comrade Sergeant," Griza said to Elizaveta with a straight face after waiting for Elizaveta to finish speaking, "Have you ever thought that if you shoot now, our identities will be exposed. Individuals may be wiped out by the enemy. Once we are all dead, who will complete the tasks assigned to us by our superiors? In order to kill a few enemies, we will delay the tasks of our superiors. Even if we die, we will not be martyrs.”

Seeing Griza speak to himself in such a stern tone, Elizaveta immediately realized his mistake, and he quickly confessed to Griza: "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant, it's all my fault. I mainly saw These damned SS soldiers, think of our comrades who died in the prisoner of war camps..."

"Prisoner-of-war camp?!" Grisa immediately asked alertly after hearing this word, "Have you been in a German prisoner-of-war camp?"

"No!" Elizaveta replied in a panic: "I have not been in a German prisoner-of-war camp, but one of my neighbors has been in a German prisoner-of-war camp. He said they were being escorted to a prisoner-of-war camp. On the way, as long as they fell to the ground and did not get up for a long time, the SS soldiers who escorted them would shoot these people in the back of the head."

"Why?" A soldier asked puzzledly: "Isn't it good for the Germans to have more prisoners of war? This way they can have more free labor to work for them."

Elizaveta snorted and said with a sneer: "The Germans are worried that these prisoners of war who fell on the ground will be taken in by the guerrillas who are active in the vicinity after they leave. Rather than fighting these prisoners of war in the future, it is better to shoot It will be more convenient for them to come." After a pause, he continued, "If one day, I also capture a group of German prisoners, I will use the same method to deal with them."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Grisa was afraid that Yelizaveta's words would arouse the excitement, and it would be troublesome for the German driver to hear him, so he stopped everyone: "Don't forget, give me Our driver is a German." Grisa's words immediately made the car quiet again.

The convoy came to a bridge, where there was another German checkpoint. Sandbags were piled up at both ends of the bridge, and each had an MG34 machine gun mounted on the sandbag fortifications. Two German machine gun shooters stared vigilantly at the approaching convoy. Fortunately, the German officer in the lead car knew the officer guarding the bridge. After chatting a few words through the car window, they moved the wooden railing to let the convoy pass.

After the convoy passed the bridge, Griza couldn't help frowning as he watched the bridge receding away through the gap in the tarpaulin. He was thinking to himself: According to the calculation of the distance, this river should be some distance away from the town of Gorodisheh. Today's weather is cold, and it is difficult for soldiers to cross the river without tools, so they can only use rockets on the other side of the river. Attack the enemy's ammunition depot with bullets. But at such a long distance, can it accurately hit the target?

Since the truck Grisa and the others were riding was closely following the ammunition convoy, they passed through checkpoints smoothly and entered the town.

After entering the town, the driver stopped the car at a fork in the road and said to Ainuo apologetically, "Mr. Second Lieutenant, I will turn at the intersection ahead, so I can only take you here."

Ainuo didn't expect that he could enter the town so smoothly, and he really didn't care where to get off. Hearing what the driver said at this moment, he nodded, took out a pack of seized German cigarettes from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and said, "Thank you for taking us back to town, it's just a small thing, just accept it Bar."

The driver didn't expect that the second lieutenant who was hitchhiking would give him a pack of cigarettes before getting off the car. He nodded and bowed to express his gratitude, and asked casually, "Mr. second lieutenant, I don't know when you will leave town. I can see you off." go out."

Hearing the driver's question, Ainuo almost blurted out the meeting time. Fortunately, he discovered the problem in time and swallowed back what he wanted to say. He waved his hand at the driver and said, "No need, our patrol mission today has been completed, and we don't need to go out of town anymore." After speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car. Shouted: "Get off, everyone get off!"