Soviet Union 1991

(Third update)

At 4:30 in the morning, just as the political commissar expected, the Chechens chose this time to launch an attack.

This time the Chechens used three fully armed pickup trucks. From the barbed wire on the glass to the steel skin on the front of the truck, they converted the fragile pickup trucks into sturdy light armored vehicles. As for what was inside the armored vehicles, everyone was wondering. It's so clear that I don't even dare to think about it. The car bomb placed inside must be enough to send everyone to hell.

"Concentrate fire on the pickup truck and don't stop shooting." The political commissar issued the final decisive battle instructions to everyone. The pickup truck broke through the last direction, and they could go to see Marx, their mentor.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the pain and fear, and all that was left in their minds was killing and holding on to the position. Stray bullets formed a firepower net and surrounded the pickup truck. In the dark night, the RPG seemed to have lost its accuracy, and it was always unable to hit the three left vehicles. Dodge to the right to avoid the pickup truck moving forward in a curve.

At the most critical and tense moment, the sniper on the observation deck shot a bullet through the driver's head, and the first pickup truck went out. The dead pilot released the button, and a huge ball of fire exploded from the cockpit. The three- to four-meter-high fireball formed a magnificent scene.

Just as the sniper was about to move his position, he was knocked down directly from the observation tower by a bullet from the enemy sniper. The defending Soviet troops lost their last sniper, and now they could only rely on the rifles and general-purpose machine guns in their hands to stop the enemy's attack.

"Don't stop, keep shooting." Valentin pointed his gun at the other two vehicles. The soldier loaded the last RPG rocket launcher and aimed it at the red pickup truck. He roughly calculated the advance pattern of the car bomb, and then aimed at a distance of five meters in front of the car.

An RPG rocket was fired and directly hit the front of the pickup truck. Under the huge air wave of the explosion, the entire vehicle was overturned and fell to the ground. The attack of the second car bomb was also defeated.

Only the last pickup truck that crashed wildly was left, and it was also the one with the thickest armor. It escaped all the bullets and rocket attacks, and was far away from the concrete wall that was not high and covered with barbed wire. Coming closer.

"Everyone evacuate quickly!" Valentin dragged Ivanov and several young men around him and jumped from the two-meter-high bunker fortification. Ivanov fell to the ground and the harmonica fell from his arms. It came out and I don’t know where it fell.

"My harmonica." Ivanov wanted to crawl back to retrieve his belongings, but Valentin grabbed him and ran backwards. Before he could run ten meters, a earth-shaking explosion sounded from behind. Come, Commissar Valentin fell on Ivanov, and the huge air wave generated by the explosion kicked up thick snow, burying Ivanov and Valentin under the snow.

Ivanov's hearing seemed to be stripped of sound by a sponge. He patted his ears with his hands, and blood flowed out mixed with mud and sand. Ivanov turned sideways, pushed the political commissar aside and climbed up. Looking back, he saw a terrifying scene that he would never forget in his life.

Soldiers burning with flames rolled in the snow, and hot car wreckage was splashed everywhere. Some soldiers were cut off in half, but they still crawled forward, dragging out a long trail of blood. They wanted to He picked up the rifle and continued fighting, but died when his finger hooked on the trigger.

"Political commissar!" Ivanov then remembered Valentin, who had been protecting him by his side, and quickly checked on him. A steel bar penetrated his abdomen, and blood was pouring out from the wound, soaking his white camouflage uniform.

Ivanov wanted to pull the steel bar out of his abdomen, but Valentin stopped him. He coughed and said, "Hey, young man, I still want to live for a few more years. You are just looking forward to me." Are you going to die? Bastard, don’t pull it out, it will make me bleed faster.”

"But you will die if you continue like this!" Ivanov held back tears. He picked up Valentin and walked towards the last intact building regardless of the explosion of shells around him. The Chechens' armed forces have been strengthened. Unlike the initial bomb charge, they have grenades and mortars dedicated to guerrilla warfare.

The remaining Soviet soldiers did not retreat. They continued to resist the Chechen militants. When they ran out of bullets, they threw grenades. When they ran out of grenades, they picked up bayonets and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

The remaining twenty surviving soldiers gathered behind the construction fortifications. Their faces were stained by the war, but they still looked ahead with firm eyes. Valentin looked at them, forced a smile, and said, "As expected of the soldiers I brought out, none of you chose to retreat."

"This is the final battle. Do you choose to die for the country, or do you choose to surrender to Chechnya?" Political Commissar Valentin added to himself, "It's just a choice between dying with dignity or dying as a coward. ”

"We will not abandon the political commissar." One of them took out the bayonet from the sheath on his waist and hung it on the muzzle of the gun. "Even if there is only the last person left, we will not give up our position."

"Very good." The political commissar gave a final smile and pointed with his finger, "For the sake of the Soviets, move forward, comrades!"

The enemy's gunshots gradually approached, and every soldier hiding behind the wall prepared for the final sneak attack and attack. The enemy's footsteps got closer and closer, and Ivanov's hand holding the handguard trembled a little.

"Three, two, one, charge!" Ivanov gritted his teeth and stood up. The enemy was only ten meters away, and the firelight illuminated their faces, making them look particularly ferocious. The moment everyone ran out of the bunker, there was a deafening sound in the sky behind them. The militants seemed to see ghosts staring behind them, and fired randomly into the sky with their guns.

Just as Ivanov was about to turn around, two Hind helicopters flew over their heads, blowing up their beige military uniforms.

The 12.7mm airborne machine gun vented its fury at the group of militants without hesitation, and the enemy at the front was immediately reduced to bloody pieces.

"Sorry, boys, we're late. Let's take a rest. We'll take care of the rest." A member of the helicopter said to the surviving soldiers through the loudspeaker, and he said to another pilot, " Destroy their mortar positions."

"Happy to oblige." Another helicopter flew to the left. The enemies there were still completely unaware of what happened on the front line, but Hind's rockets would teach them how to behave, just like the order from their superiors, leaving no one alive. Completely address the root causes of unrest.

Fire and explosions formed a gorgeous night scene, piercing the pre-dawn sky. As the last bright light from the explosion dissipated, Ivanov raised his head, and the eastern sky began to turn white.

"Those guys in the Air Force, are you saying you'll be here at dawn? If you're so punctual, can't you be earlier? Really." The political commissar who had witnessed everything laughed and cursed, leaning against the wall and covering his burning wounds, and muttered to himself Said, "This time, I can really go home."

Perhaps he was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss. The political commissar saw all the dead young soldiers standing around him and staring at him. Valentin raised his hand and wanted to grab one of them's hand, but his cold fingertips touched him. There was a hint of warmth.

That was the first ray of sunlight that hit the room at dawn. The old political commissar smiled. He covered the wound and closed his eyes. He slowly thought, well, the war is over, so let me sleep first. I am too tired.

The Chechens began to retreat in a panic. After the Hind helicopters, which had complete control of the air, cleared out the remaining armed personnel, the armored troops finally entered the military base at dawn. Looking at the black and fallen bodies, one of the soldiers said in surprise, "The battle must have been fierce last night."

"Yes, but we defended this place and no one retreated." The young soldier stuck his rifle down in the snow, took a deep breath of the cold air, and lamented the aftermath of the bloody battle.

The war is finally over.

The wounded were all sent to the rear for treatment and bandaging. Valentin was taken out of the bunker and sent to the rear for emergency treatment. He still had the happy smile on his face before he fell into coma. The subsequent troops began to clean up the battlefield, constantly carrying out the corpses, and after sorting them, they were covered with white cloths.

Different from the happy survivors, Ivanov was alone and looking around on the battlefield. He was anxious to find the lost beloved harmonica. Someone advised him to bandage the wound first, but Ivanov was With a strong refusal, people shook their heads, thinking that the soldier had gone crazy after being stimulated.

Ivanov knew that he was not crazy. In the end, his fingers were dripping with blood. After he pulled out the last black mud, he finally found the harmonica buried underneath.

The joy of recovery made Ivanov hold his harmonica and sit quietly on the broken birch trunk. Looking at the fallen corpses of his comrades and the devastated ruins all around, he felt as if his heart had been deprived of him. All emotions were gone, leaving only the numb body guarding this place.

He wiped the harmonica clean with his clothes and silently played the unfinished "White Birch Forest", as if he was silently telling the sorrow of the past.

"The sky is still hazy, and there are still doves flying. Who will prove the love and life without tombstones."

The melodious tune sounded, and the dry branches of the birch forest swayed in the cold wind, like a gentle accompaniment to this requiem. Ivanov closed his eyes, and he could feel that those dead comrades might be sitting there Around him, people were talking and laughing, listening to him finish the last unfinished song.

The birch forest buries the gunpowder smoke and the living life.

"The snow is still falling, the village is still peaceful, and the young people disappear in the birch forest."