Struggle in Soviet Russia

It was late at night. With the east and west ends of the intersection as the boundary, a little bonfire appeared on the street across an intersection. The bonfire on the east side of the intersection belonged to the Soviets, and the bonfire on the west side of the intersection belonged to the Germans. As for the middle of the intersection, The little group of pitiful lonely flames belonged to the somewhat funny Polish lunatic traffic police.

This skinny figure was guarding the broken trolleybus. The small oil drum and ignition fuel that he lit in front of him were provided by the Germans. The small pot on top of the small oil drum, and the hollow tomato soup squatting in the pot. And the brown bread was delivered by Victor's orders.

Although this guy would spit and swear at both Russians and Germans, both sides obviously didn’t mind, and no one took him seriously, and he was rude to what he sent from both sides. Accepted. Not only that, he even took the initiative to ask the German for a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes from Victor.

Generally speaking, the three parties have shown enough gentlemanly demeanor, and there is no deep hatred between each other.

Although the weather seemed a bit hot during the day, the temperature dropped sharply after nightfall, and staying under the moonless and starless night sky, even if you were guarding the campfire, you would feel a little bit clammy.

By the side of a wood-burning gasoline drum, Victor was wrapped in a brown-green felt cloth. With the light around him, he recorded everything that happened today in a small notebook. These records will be filed in the future. .

On the side of the street not far away, a few Soviet soldiers sat on one side of the bombed rock with their backs on their backs, quietly listening to the harmonica sound from across the street. That is the place of the Germans. Look from a distance. In the past, you could see a soldier with his helmet off beside a bonfire, playing an unknown piece of music on the harmonica.

The harmonica sounded for a while, and when another piece of tune was finished and applause came from the other side, Victor stopped writing, closed the notebook, tucked it back into his jacket pocket, and sat in front of each other. Opposite Sophia said: "Don't anyone want to dance? We can't leave all the performance opportunities to the Germans."

Sophia froze for a moment and stared at him for a while, before she understood what he meant. The woman put down the drinking glass in her hand, stood up, and while pulling the hem of the military uniform, she said, "Okay, Victor Viktorovich. Comrade Lieutenant, I'm going to organize a ball to your satisfaction."

The guerrillas are all artistic geniuses, and this statement makes sense at some point.

Under Sophia’s arrangement, a rhythmic sound of tapping the wooden plank quickly sounded from the east side of the street, mixed with male bass "Yo", "Hey" and other beverages, and as this sound continued, and The pace was getting faster and faster, and finally the Soviet soldiers who put down their guns stood up, danced with the rhythm, and came up with the difficult Lezkin rotation.

The atmosphere quickly became enthusiastic. There were more and more sounds of knocking on wooden boards and oil drums, more and more soldiers dancing off the field, and more and more cheers.

I don’t know when the harmonica on the west side of the street stopped. A large number of German soldiers stood on the side of the street or climbed on top of the tank, watching from afar. For the soldiers with boring life, even watching others Dancing is also a rare pastime.

Victor was very satisfied with this effect. He now represents the Soviet Red Army. Since it is the Red Army, he can't lose anything.

"Comrade Lieutenant, look over there," Sophia didn't know when she returned to Victor's side. She squatted on the ground and said to Victor.

Victor glanced at her somewhat puzzledly, then, following the direction her eyes were looking at, he saw a figure flashing out of the German, walking towards this side unhurriedly.

The visitor was the German commander who was on the tank in the afternoon, but he was not wearing sunglasses, not just sunglasses, nor his military cap, and the military jacket was still open, revealing the inside. White shirt. He was carrying a bottle of wine in his left hand and a military dining box in his right hand. Perhaps seeing Victor looking at his side, this guy raised his hands and shook it, which meant that he was not malicious.

Victor stood up, raised his hand to greet the opponent, and then stood there waiting for the opponent to come over.

"Lieutenant Victor, do you mind having a drink together?" When he came closer, the German commander shook the wine in his hand again and smiled, "The whiskey I just opened has already been added with honey. Well, there are some ham here. , I just don’t know if it suits your Russian tastes."

"Who would mind having a good drink with a friend?" Victor took a step forward with a smile, took the lunch box with the other's right hand with his left hand, stretched his right hand over, and smiled, "However, before having a drink, I should always Know your name."

"Ah, I'm really sorry," the other side behaved very gentlemanly. He shook his hand with Victor and said, "Hecht Adenauer, a captain of the 14th Army of the Wehrmacht."

Captain Hecht did not say the number of his unit, which is also the discipline of the army. As for the 14th Army, this range is too large. As far as Viktor knew, the German troops attacking Poland from the southern Czechoslovakian direction belonged to the 14th. Group army.

"Then, hello Captain Hecht, it's nice to meet you," Victor shook his hand and gave him another hug, then said with a smile, "Your Russian is very good."

"I used to live in St. Petersburg for six years," Captain Hecht looked down, found a place to sit down, and said, "Oh, you call that beautiful place Leningrad now, no matter what the name is. Well, I like it very much. I hope I can go back one day."

"There will be a chance," Victor said with a smile. After finishing this sentence, he felt something wrong again. What the same German commander said he had the opportunity to go to Leningrad, hey, how could this sound a bit wrong.

Sophia sent three enamel tea jars, divided the bottle of wine brought by Captain Hecht, and gave Victor a glass for each of them, and she honestly carried a glass and left, of course, except for the three glasses of wine. She also sent some fruits and two canned meat.

"I admire you very much, Lieutenant Victor," said Captain Hecht when Sophia was gone, "you and your soldiers are brave warriors."

As he said this, his eyes were still looking around randomly.

"If I'm not mistaken, in Lviv, the troops you can mobilize are these people in front of you, right?" He then continued.

"Why do you say that?" Victor asked curiously.

"It's just my guess," Captain Hecht raised his chin, then raised his hand holding the wine glass, and pointed to the building on the side of the street. "Look, if I were you, in order to block the street The best way for the armored unit coming from the opposite side is definitely not to set up such a simple fortification on the street. I will be there..."

Turning his body, he pointed to the second floor of the building on the other side, and said, "There are two machine gun fire points. These two fire points can form cross fire and effectively block the infantry marching from across the street."

Speaking of this, he clicked on two other shop window positions on the side of the street: "In these two positions, set up two anti-tank guns."

He handed the wine glass in his right hand to his left, and then erected his right hand into a palm, comparing it to the current position of the German army, adding: "In this case, a tank that is driving at an angle of 20 degrees from the lower side of the street on the opposite side must face each other. If an anti-tank firepower point poses a threat, you must first adjust the gun elevation angle, and this takes ten to fifteen seconds. During this time, our two anti-tank guns can fire twice. "

Victor listened very carefully. He not only carefully observed the positions of the firepower assigned by the other party, but also conceived the situation of the actual firefight. In his opinion, Captain Hecht was obviously an experienced commander. These are all empirical talks.

"Look, you only need this to effectively pose a threat to our march," Captain Hecht continued, "but you didn't do that. Instead, you simply built a weak line of defense on the street. In me It seems that this is the fighting method of the guerrillas, not the fighting method of the regular troops."

Victor looked at the watch in his hand. It was already eleven o'clock in the night. If nothing else, three or four hours later, the vanguard of the Soviet army would enter the city of Lviv. In other words In other words, it is no longer possible for the Germans to go back and forcibly seize the city of Lviv.

"Yes, you are not mistaken, Captain Hecht," Victor said frankly without concealing anything. "We really are not part of the regular Red Army. Apart from these people, we really don't have more people to mobilize. But, after all, we are all allies, aren’t we? There shouldn’t be a conflict between us, shouldn’t we?”

"Of course, as I said just now," Captain Hecht smiled. "For us, the war is over. Besides, half an hour ago, I received an order from my superior. Tomorrow morning, we will have to Withdrawn from Lviv."

"Yeah, the war is over," Victor took a sip, nodded and said, "No one likes war, everyone is the same."

"So, in order to end this **** war, should we have a good drink?" Captain Hecht raised the glass towards Victor and smiled.

"Cheers!" Victor said loudly, holding his glass and touching it.