Struggle in Soviet Russia

Under a tall and upright red pine tree, Victor leaned back against the trunk and looked at the curtain of water dripping down from before his eyes with a speechless face.

His luck seemed to end with the shelling of that night. In this **** jungle, the more he worried about the bad weather, the gods just turned against him. For four days, four days, it was rainy or cloudy. , Sun didn't even have the interest to show up, and had completely forgotten the world.

In four days, a team of 17 people walked through this vast jungle. Fatigue became the main theme of the team. What was more terrifying than tiredness was that they could not see any hope. They always thought that maybe another day. , They can get out of this jungle, but until now, what they can see in their eyes is still trees, trees, and trees, **** trees!

The female soldier sitting next to Victor seemed to be asleep, murmured vaguely in her sleep. If you listen carefully, you can also tell that she is saying "child...child...".

The female soldier was the blonde medical soldier that Victor saw when he just woke up. Her name was Safina Grigorievna Zeriyeva. Among the seventeen people in the group, she was only better than Victor. The smaller one. Before joining the army, he had married and had a son.

But unfortunately, her husband and son were killed in the German airstrike. Only her was left alive. I don't know how she survived.

A faint groan was looming from not far from Maolin, and from where Victor was, one could see a snow-white thigh protruding from behind a zelkova tree, swinging rhythmically in the air. Don’t ask, you know what’s going on there.

Again, men and women on the verge of life and death are more likely to have feelings. To be honest, this kind of feeling is very weak. More often, it is just an alternative catharsis of fear, but Victor does not want to ask, because This kind of thing appears in times of despair, and it is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Bah!"

A gunshot that seemed real and illusory came from the depths of Maolin.

Victor shuddered, and when he pricked his ears to listen, the surroundings returned to silence, only the murmur of Safina beside him and the groans behind the beech tree still existed.

Just when Victor thought he had auditory hallucinations, and just when he relaxed, there was another bang. It was very soft, but it did exist, in the direction on his right.

Standing up suddenly from the ground, Victor looked in that direction warily. At this time, someone else heard the gunshot and stood up after him.

"Hush! Hidden!" Victor made a silent gesture to the person who stood up, then bent over and pushed Safina, then pointed in the direction of the beech tree, and then picked up the rifle leaning on the trunk. , And touched it in the direction where the gunfire came from.

Before he took a step forward, he felt that the hem of his clothes was being grabbed from behind, with great strength. He looked back, only to find that Safina was awake, looking up at herself with worry.

"You take them over there," Victor turned around, squatted down, pointed to the jungle on the other side, and said, "I'll see the situation."

"Be careful, Comrade Major," Safina hesitated, and finally whispered.

She knew very well the importance of Victor to this team. Without his leadership, these people would have died in the jungle.

Seeing her gorgeous face, Victor didn't know where the impulse came from, so he stretched out his hand to block the back of her head, then leaned over and kissed her cracked lips. Well, it doesn't feel very good, I haven't brushed my teeth for a few days, and my tone is a bit fishy.

Safina stiffened, but soon relaxed, she tried to wrap Victor's neck with her backhand, but he avoided it first.

Standing up again, Victor said nothing, and hid the rifle with only nine bullets left in the jungle.

It was raining lightly in the sky, and the torrential rainwater was caught by the lush canopy. Until the branches and leaves hanging on the water could not support it, a series of water lines were suddenly sprinkled to the ground.

Victor was sneaking in the jungle with water dripping everywhere. The military uniform on his body had long been dirty and ugly, which instead provided him with a protective color, allowing him to integrate himself into the jungle, like a ghost wandering in the jungle. .

Shicai's gunshot was very weak, so the person who fired the gun was also far away from the camp. Victor fumbled for nearly half an hour before he heard the sound of someone speaking. The sound was very soft, but he could still hear Russian.

He looked around and found a zelkova tree with more branches, cautiously touched it, put the rifle on his back, spat in the palm of his hand, and then began to climb the tree, he wanted to climb higher. Look into the distance and observe the situation ahead.

Victor's physical fitness is still very good. While observing the surroundings, he uses both hands and feet. After a while, he climbs up to four or five meters. Just as he is about to climb to the first thick branch, a human hand suddenly grows from the branches and leaves. At the same time, a young voice said: "Comrade Major, I will help you."

This sudden change really frightened Victor. He shook his body and almost fell off the tree. Fortunately, his reaction was quicker and he grabbed the upper branch of the tree to stabilize his body again.

Suddenly looking up, Victor saw a Soviet soldier in a military canvas cloak, hiding in the bushes and leaves he was looking at, holding a rifle in his hand. It was obvious that this was a secret whistle.

The soldier was very young, but very alert. He looked at Victor with a seemingly friendly look, but the hand that did not hold the gun was always on the handle of the dagger at his waist.

Victor sighed, climbed back under the tree in twos and threes, looked up at the soldier on the tree slightly, and said, "I am Major Victor Viktorovich Tarashev of the NKVD. Which branch do you belong to? The troops?"

"Comrade Major, we belong to the 71st Infantry Brigade under the 19th Army." A voice rang behind Victor. He turned around and found that there was a canvas raincoat in the grass just five or six steps away behind him. , The corporal wearing a camouflage cloak came out.

The 71st Infantry Brigade is an independent infantry brigade directly under the 19th Army. According to the intelligence information that Victor did not update, they should have been deployed in Vyazma. I don't know why they got here.

"Do you know where the group army headquarters is?" Victor asked directly without thinking too much.

The corporal shook his head and said, "For the specific situation, you can ask Comrade Andrei Andreevich."

Victor nodded and said, "Please lead the way."

After following the corporal for more than ten minutes, Victor finally saw what the other party called Major Andrei Andreevich Kudriashov, who was not the brigade commander of the 71st Infantry Brigade. It was the chief of staff. The commander of this force had been killed in the previous battle. Because he lost contact with the group army command, Major Andre, as the chief of staff, could only temporarily take over the troops.

In fact, not only was the brigade commander killed, most of the brigade headquarters was almost destroyed, and even the troops were patched together. The troops of nearly 3,000 men, most of which were gathered in the retreat. Soldiers. The so-called 71st Infantry Brigade is now just a designation, and the entire unit has existed in name only.

Fortunately, Major Andre has done a lot of work. Today, the entire army is relatively stable. Although there are not many ammunition, the weapons are still relatively sufficient. The soldiers even carry some rations.

According to Major Andrei's introduction, they are also going to the direction of Mozhaysk, but because there are too many people and there are a group of wounded, so the speed of action is relatively slow.

It was also from Major Andre’s words that Victor realized that he had gone in the wrong direction. For four days, they had been walking to the southwest. If it weren’t for Major Andre’s people, they would have to Went to Vyazma.

Under a huge zelkova tree, a few rain-shielding canvases set up a simple small tent. Victor sat on a wooden stake, looking at the wet map in front of him, and opposite him, sitting two Middle-aged.

Of the two middle-aged men, the one with short blond hair is Major Andrei, and the other with a military cap is Titov, the military commissioner of the brigade.

Although Major Andre is not the commander of the unit, he has rich experience in combat. Even if he led the remnant to retreat, he did not forget to arrange a reconnaissance unit. Those who discovered Victor before were sent out. Scout, he was hidden after he was discovered.

"If the position we determined is not wrong," Victor stared at the map for a long time before pointing to a position on it and said, "Then continue to the northeast from here..."

As he said this, he raised his hand and pointed to the northeast, and said: "In another five days, you will be able to reach the swamp area of ​​the Oster River. If I remember correctly, in this position. "

He pointed again at a certain point on the map.

"There is a secret radar station for us," Victor continued, "We can get in touch with the main force through the radio station there, and then we can further determine the next itinerary."

The two people on the opposite side nodded in agreement. Although they have a map in their hands, this jungle is too strange to them, and the more critical problem is that they don’t have a radio station in their hands and there is no way to get in touch with the outside world. .

Therefore, Victor's march plan is to find a radio station in the safest location, and then choose the direction to escape the jungle.

"The two major comrades," Victor continued, "In the next five days, in addition to marching, we have to run in this unit as much as possible. The battle is tense now, and I believe there is likely to be a future. War is waiting for us."