Struggle in Soviet Russia

At the same time as Victor walked into the building of the "Wakarbach Ukrainian National Committee" in Hust, near a small village called Trostnoye, in the Warren Oblast, hundreds of kilometers away, There are six or seven people in casual clothes, braving the misty light rain, rushing into the boundless forest swamp zone headlessly.

Lyubiazy is located at the northernmost point of Warren and also the northernmost point of Western Ukraine. From here, it only takes less than 40 kilometers to enter Belarus. Of course, these 40 kilometers are not that easy to walk. The original Pripyat River swamp zone originated here and continued to spread eastward.

But behind these people, there are only dozens of families in the direction of Trostnoye Village, there are continuous gunshots, intermittently, there is also the sound of people shouting and the roar of motor vehicles. Voice.

The leader of the seven is a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and a gray waistcoat. He has a thin body, a slightly thin face, and a pair of wide-brimmed glasses, but this The pair of spectacles was broken, and the spectacle lens on the left was almost shattered into spider webs. It is estimated that a little touch will disperse into broken glass.

Of course, the most conspicuous place on the middle-aged man’s face is the scar on the sideburns. This face was already on the intensive search list of the Soviet National Security Committee half a month ago. At the same time, the NKVD The Ministry is also looking for this face. For this face, Moscow has issued a rare reward order. As long as the owner of this face can be caught, it is a great achievement.

Although the middle-aged man is thin and thin, his running speed is not fast at all. On the contrary, perhaps because of his light weight, his movements are very flexible, jumping around, like a monkey, with his back on the right. The Bobosha submachine gun on his shoulder didn't affect his sprint speed at all.

Just at the moment when a few people were about to rush into the woodland, with a whistling sound that broke through the air, an unknowing cannonball landed directly in front of a few people but a few meters away, and a huge explosion caused a huge explosion. The birch tree with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl blew up, and the sawdust flying around hit a fugitive with head and face.

The unlucky young man gave a scream, covered his face with his hands, and fell directly on the grass. Then he tumbling and howling, his two legs kept kicking in the air, like this would relieve some of the pain. Like.

Including the middle-aged people, the remaining six people didn't care about checking the young people's situation. They kept under their feet, and rushed into the woods like flying, and soon disappeared in the dense jungle.

About two or three minutes later, noisy voices from far and near, more than 20 Soviet soldiers wearing border guard uniforms, led by a second lieutenant, hurried over. These people stopped at the edge of the woodland. Some people went over to check the situation of the injured young man. Others tried to shoot into the woods. As for the ensign who led the team, he stopped by a bush and bent over from the branches of the bush. Up, take down a torn strip of cloth.

Soon, the young man who fell to the ground struggling endlessly was dragged by the two Soviet soldiers to the second lieutenant's side. One of the big sergeants approached the second lieutenant and handed a small notebook almost soaked in blood to the second lieutenant, and said : "Comrade Ensign, this guy hurt his eyes, do you want to take him back?"

The second lieutenant took the small notebook and held it in his hand shaking, trying to shake off the blood on it, and said without looking up: "What are you going to do with it? Just deal with it here. Also, gather everyone together." , After a short rest, let's rush back to the camp."

After finishing these words, the second lieutenant looked up at the jungle sky to the west, and said cursingly: "This **** rain seems to never stop. I don't want to stay in the wilderness in this weather."

"Then, what about the few guys who fled into the woods?" the tuashi asked hesitantly.

"Someone can catch them back." The second lieutenant was obviously not a very responsible person. He shrugged, muttered, and looked down at the notebook in his hand.

Of course, Tuashi didn't want to continue chasing. As the ensign said, in such a ghostly weather, camping in the wild is definitely not a romantic thing.

Tuas turned around and commanded the two soldiers to drag the injured young man away, preparing to get it to be buried alive in the woods. They are the border guards of West Ukraine. Fighting with these Ukrainian rebels is their duty and what they hate the most. According to past practice, as long as the members of the rebels are caught, hang them directly is the best way to deal with them. However, in today's weather, it is obviously too troublesome to build another gallows, so burial alive is another option.

"Wait!" Just when the turist led the young man to the edge of the woodland, Comrade Lieutenant, who was still ailing before, suddenly yelled like a gunpowder, and then, the man who had just turned his head back. Shi, he saw him rushing over like a mad, grabbing the young man's blood-soaked collar, making Li want to lift him from the ground.

"You guy, is it Igor, Igor Narnyyev?!" The young man was not small, and the ensign was too strong, but he failed to lift the opponent from the ground. The carrier staggered and almost fell to the ground. However, before he could stand firm, he couldn't wait to question him.

The young man was shaking his head back and forth, his blood-stained face looked vicious, but he pressed his lips tightly without saying a word.

"Am the few people who fled into the woods just now, was there Kalpenko?! Dmitro? Kalpenko?!" The expression on the ensign's face was also grim, his hands firmly grasped the young man's collar, one side Shaking vigorously, while roaring sharply.

I heard from the ensign that among the few people who had fled before, there was probably Dmitro Kalpenko. The soldiers of the border guards who were originally scattered on the edge of the jungle were in an uproar. The two non-commissioned officers who were sitting together smoking cigarettes were thrown away. The cigarette in his hand rushed over quickly.

At this time, the faces of these border guard soldiers staying on the edge of the jungle were no longer tired and impatient. Instead, they were all hope and greed...yes, it was greed.

Compared with the reward offered by the NKVD, the NKVD has also issued a reward to its subordinate workers’ and peasants’ police bureau and the border defense system. Ke, he doesn't mind giving the meritorious service three consecutive ranks.

The second lieutenant is not interested in chasing down a few small trash fish from the Ukrainian rebels, let alone in such bad weather, but then again, if the small trash fish suddenly becomes a big fish, it is another situation. .

The most important thing is that among the few people who fled into the woods, it is very likely that Kalpenko, Kalpenko is hidden! If he goes back empty-handed, and the lieutenant above sees this little book, it is estimated that his head will be unscrewed.

Waiting for the two non-commissioned officers to get close to him, the second lieutenant released his grip on the young man’s collar. He pushed hard with both arms, and pushed the sluggish but unwilling guy to the ground, and hit his stomach again. With a kick, he turned his head and said to the two non-commissioned officers who had approached him: "This guy is called Igor Narnyyev."

With that said, he stuffed the little book that was almost crumpled in his hands into the hands of a non-commissioned officer, and then said: "He is Kalpenko's guard. If nothing else, the few who fled into the woods before. One of them is Kalpenko, Dmitro Kalpenko!"

"Then what are you waiting for, Comrade Lieutenant," the non-commissioned officer who took the notebook said excitedly, "Let's catch up."

The second lieutenant did not immediately express his position. He turned around and faced the border guard soldiers who were looking straight at the jungle outskirts. He raised his voice and said loudly, "Comrades, now we seem to be sure of one thing. We just fled before. Among the gangsters who entered the forest, there is probably the executioner Dmitro Kalpenko hiding, so we need to catch up now and put this..."

The second lieutenant hadn’t finished talking about the mobilization, and the soldiers were already yelling: "Catch up, catch up!"

These guys are not only yelling, but some people have already started to organize their equipment. The previous fatigue seems to have disappeared in an instant with the appearance of the name Kalpenko.

"Stepke!" The second lieutenant didn't say much nonsense. He drew the pistol from his waist, looked around, and shouted at the same time, "The task of finding the way is entrusted to you. If you want to find the trace of the fox, you must Rely on an old hunter like you, don't let us down!"

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant!" A middle-aged soldier with a vicissitudes of life, looking sloppy, stood up, responded loudly, and then turned and walked into the woods-this is an old hunter-born soldier who wants to be in the woods Tracking prey, his ability and experience are the greatest support.

Soon, the soldiers who were thinking about withdrawing to the camp this morning were all packed. They followed the middle-aged soldiers and entered the jungle in a skirmish formation.

The second lieutenant and a tutor walked at the back. When the figure of the last soldier entered the woodland, the second lieutenant looked down at the young man lying on his back to the sky. Then, at the moment he took a step, he held his hand. Aiming at the young man's face, he relentlessly squeezed the trigger.

The crisp gunfire echoed through the jungle and became a little dull. Almost two kilometers away from the edge of the woodland is a swamp filled with weeds.

This vast swamp is like a devil that can swallow everything. No one knows what risks are hidden under the waist-high weeds.