Struggle in Soviet Russia

It was clear after the rain. On the east side of Dubno town, the border highway connecting Kiev and Lviv, a group of marching prisoners of war stumbling slowly from west to east under the supervision of the Soviet troops on their horses.

Also on this highway, a convoy of more than a dozen trucks is slowly moving from west to east, and these trucks are full of soldiers in brand-new military uniforms.

The uniforms of these soldiers are slightly different from those of the Soviet Red Army soldiers marching on the road. Although they are also wearing Soviet-style military breeches, their tops are light-colored jackets and their hats are not Soviet-style military caps. It is a light gray Rogativka military cap.

In addition, most of these soldiers carry Poposa submachine guns on their shoulders, which is relatively rare in the Soviet army.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the armband worn on the right arm of these soldiers. It is a red and white armband with two letters marked "AL". Just looking at this armband, you know that it is a one. The troops of the Polish People's Army. What's interesting is that this large-scale Polish People's Army did not go to fight in Poland, but retreated to the Warren Oblast and entered the territory of Shatsk.

The speed of the convoy was not fast. Just when it was approaching the town of Dubno, a jeep driving in the front stopped. A tall woman in the uniform of a Soviet lieutenant drilled out of the car with expressionless expression. come out.

The woman's skin tone is darker, but it's not a darker skin tone, but a healthy wheat color. She has a standard face with melon seeds and soft facial curves, but the facial features have a strong three-dimensional sense. The high nose bridge and deep eye sockets give people a very pure but gorgeous contradictory beauty.

At this time, there happened to be a road sign erected on the side of the road, with the triangle wooden sign marked with the words "Dubno", and the shoulder pointed to the fork of the road.

The woman looked up at the sign on the side of the road, and then the pair of blue eyes followed the direction indicated by her shoulders and looked far in the direction of the path.

At this moment, the second jeep also stopped. As the door opened, a burly middle-aged man in the uniform of a Soviet major got out of the car and walked straight towards the position of the female lieutenant.

"Anita, what's the matter?" When he walked to the female lieutenant's side, the middle-aged man first glanced in the direction she was looking, and then asked.

Not surprisingly, the middle-aged man spoke Polish.

"Captain, we seem to be here," the lieutenant called Anita said, pointing his finger at the sign.

"Oh," the middle-aged man looked at the street sign subconsciously, then nodded and said, "Yes, Dubno, this is where the order requires us to come."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Lieutenant Anita, and added: "How many times have you said that, don't call me captain anymore, you should call me Comrade Major, or Comrade Major Laren."

It was only two weeks ago that the middle-aged man changed his flag in Lublin and announced that he had joined the Polish People’s Army, the former Polish National Army’s 27th Infantry Division Commander Laren Bobanski. However, the 27th Infantry Division at the time called itself the brigade, and Bobanski was the captain.

Now, the 27th Infantry Division has joined the Polish People’s Army and accepted the command of the "Polish Patriot Union". In Lublin, the Patriot Union has formed a provisional government. After Ms. Fuska's personal training, she went to the Warren area to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Ukrainian rebels and the diehards of the Polish National Army.

Although Laren Bobanski seems to be a middle-aged man, in fact, he is already in his fifties. He participated in the First World War and the Soviet-Polish War in the 1920s. What is interesting is that in 19 In 2020, he served under Lieutenant Colonel Zygmunt Bellin and defeated the Soviet army under the command of Alexander Yegorov in the Battle of Lviv that year. Now, Bellin has already pledged allegiance to Moscow early. The First Army of the Polish People’s Army under his command is fighting hard under Warsaw. As for Bobanski, his troops currently belong to the Second Army.

"Don't you think it is really troublesome to add the suffix "comrade" to any title?" Lieutenant Anita glanced at her boss, and said with a little bit of complaint in her tone.

Bobansky turned his head and glanced at her again. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Anita, no matter what, I hope you can understand that the situation is completely different now. Our identities are very sensitive. Therefore, You must be cautious at all times."

Turning his head and looking around, the Soviet troops escorting the German prisoners in the distance hadn't followed before Bobansky went on to say: "I also know that many people are dissatisfied with my choice to surrender to the Soviets. For this reason, Including Anders and others, they even chose to leave us, or even become enemies with us, but what I want to say is that one day in the future, you, even those who choose to leave, will understand whose choice. It is correct."

"I never thought that your choice was wrong, Captain," Anita said, turning sideways, facing Bobansky, "Ah, no, it should be Comrade Laren, yes, I understand you. For now, we no longer have the ability to continue fighting. We can hold on for five years and fight the Germans desperately, but we don’t have the ability to hold on for another five years.”

"Yeah, we don't have the ability to hold on for another five years. The words of those in London are not credible. They hide under the protection of the British, but they call on us to die," Bobansky took off his military cap. Playing with it in his hand, he said, "Hey, there is enough blood left in Warsaw. I don't want my brothers to be corpse in the wilderness."

After a pause, he replied: "I have already thought about it. After this mission is completed, I will apply to retire from the army and go back to my hometown. I have been away from Lubin for almost ten years. Go back and have a good look."

After speaking, he put the general cap on his head again and adjusted it again. Then he walked towards the fork in the road and said, "Let's go."

"Are you not going to get in the car?" Lieutenant Anita asked curiously from behind.

"This town of Dubno should not be far away, I want to go over," Bobanski said without looking back. "This time the order says, let us report to Comrade Victor Viktorovich. We at least You should show more compliments in front of this young comrade general."

"You always say this person is very young, how young is he?" Lieutenant Anita hurried to catch up and asked, "Moreover, I heard that this person has always been in charge of the secret intelligence work of the Soviets. He is full of hands. Bloody..."

"Ahem..." With a dry cough, interrupting Lieutenant's inaccurate gossip, Bobansky said with a serious expression, "Lieutenant Anita, take care of your own mouth and don't forget what I told you."

"Okay," the lieutenant shrugged, and finally stopped talking too much.

Taracamburg, on the outskirts of Dubno.

As a military fortress in the wilderness, Tarakham Castle has stood in this wilderness since the end of the nineteenth century. Initially, when Tsar Alexander III built it, the purpose was to protect it from Kiev to Rail transport lines in Lviv.

This magnificent military fortress played a very important role in the First World War and the subsequent Soviet-Polish War, but by now, it has completely lost its former style. As a military fortress, it has been Structurally speaking, it is completely outdated.

As for now, this military fortress is temporarily used as a warehouse for material transfers. Of course, the materials concentrated here are not military materials used to support frontline operations, but are transferred from Lublin and Krakow. Industrial equipment and important materials.

What made Viktor and Merkulov almost scared to sweat is that just yesterday, Tarakham Fort was attacked by a Ukrainian rebel. Fortunately, the attackers obviously did not know the importance of this place. , Also underestimated the combat effectiveness of the internal guards responsible for the defense, so only more than a hundred people were dispatched, and they were eventually repelled by the defensive internal guards.

Otherwise, once this material transfer station is destroyed, it can really happen.

Inside a stained circular arch, Victor had his hands on his back, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at everything in front of him.

There is a long and narrow passage in the archway, and in the middle of the passage, there are two railroad tracks that are almost buried in dust. Those fortress tracks that were once used to transport supplies are now abandoned.

At this time, in this passage, a large number of border soldiers were carrying boxes one by one towards the end of the passage, inside a lit archway, and it was less than two meters away from Victor. , A box that was almost scattered, was discarded on the ground. In addition to the box, a pile of gray-brown stones of various shapes were scattered on the ground. Two border guard soldiers were squatting there, carefully cleaning up the stones.

Victor stepped forward two steps, bent down and picked up a rock the size of a baby's fist from the ground, and brought it to his eyes for a closer look.

The stone was covered with dust, it seemed transparent, but also not too transparent. Looking carefully in the direction of light, there seemed to be something faintly hidden in the stone.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a mysterious weapon invented by the Germans or Poles, nor is it a radioactive element. This seemingly ugly stone is just a rough amber that has not been processed.

Polish amber is well-known in the world, and in Lublin, there is a large-scale amber factory. Because the Germans retreated too hurriedly, the large amount of rough amber that had not been transported from this factory was factored into the Soviet army. Hands.

These rough amber stones are temporarily stored here, waiting to be re-shipped, and are being transported to Moscow.