Struggle in Soviet Russia

Padlovka Forest, a lush jungle less than twelve kilometers away from Sorovyovsk. The terrain of this jungle is complex. Due to its low-lying terrain, large areas in the jungle will turn into jungle during the rainy season. The terrain mixed with the swamp. Perhaps in the past tens of thousands of years, there have been no human traces here. The jungle floor is covered with knee-less dead branches and fallen leaves. Once in many places, there is no possibility of escape.

It was still early in the morning, and the rising sun was already scorching intolerable. The dazzling sunlight passed through the mist in the forest quickly receding, as well as the dense branches and leaves, almost stingy and projected some spots on the overgrown weeds in the forest. On the ground, it brings a little bit of life to this place where there is little sunlight.

On a piece of horned roots protruding from the ground, a colorful snake with a red pattern and the thickness of a wrist is trying to swallow a huge mouse, and under the big tree less than two meters away from the snake, a large snake is covered with insects. The unrecognizable corpse bit by the rat sat quietly on the tree trunk.

The clothes on the corpse were already torn, but it was vaguely visible that it was a Soviet pilot's flight suit. The strange thing was that he didn't even have a parachute on his body, and the crashed fighter was not seen nearby.

The footsteps of Xi Xi Suo Suo sounded somewhere nearby, and the voice of someone talking could be faintly heard. The colorful snake seemed to perceive the danger. It swallowed the big mouse that had swallowed half of it, and it hadn’t waited for it to be complete. Swallow it in, then twisted his body to leave here.

"Whoo!"

There was a faint sound of breaking through the air, followed by a soft beep, a sharp dagger pierced through the air, and it happened to be nailed to the head of the snake. The painful, colorful snake made a near-death resistance. He twisted his stout body abruptly, followed by a frantic squirming.

The sound of squirming footsteps suddenly amplified. Soon, a pair of high boots with holes that even fell out of the soles appeared beside the snake, shaking by the snake head underneath by his body, two eyes with vertical pupils. Inside, the figure of a woman in a gray skirt is reflected.

The woman bent down, pressing the seven inches of the snake with one hand, pulling the dagger with the other hand, and then with a wave of the dagger, the snake's head was cut off.

"Cuckoo...cuckoo..."

The cuckoo's call came from the bushes in the distance, and the woman picked up the snake with one hand, inserted the dagger in her waist at random, and then whistled loudly.

The surrounding footsteps suddenly amplified, but within a few minutes, dozens of figures appeared in the jungle like a phantom, and in further places, there were whistles one after another.

Taking a cursory look, most of the people who suddenly appeared in the jungle were dressed in tattered Soviet uniforms. Some women and children were dressed as civilians. Some of them were armed, some were armed. It is empty-handed, but everyone has one characteristic in common: embarrassment and weight loss.

"Ah, there is a dead man here!"

As someone saw the corpse under the tree, with an exclamation, more people's eyes were attracted.

The woman Shicai threw the big snake in her hand to a young man and walked quickly to the corpse.

The corpse was badly decomposed, exuding a strong stench, and there were fat white maggots rolling in the eye sockets and nasal cavity. The two fat rats had eaten the courage and fat, and they were afraid of people at all. They gnawed at the lower abdomen of the corpse. Violet-black organs.

The woman is very sturdy. She seems to be used to seeing dead bodies and the nasty stench. When she walked to the corpse, she just squatted down with one hand on her knees, picked up a branch, and took it twice. Two fat mice picked up and flew, and after that, they rummaged through the clothes of the corpse so unscrupulously.

"Olica, what's the situation?" Just as the woman was looking for the clothes of the corpse, a middle-aged captain who could still see the collar rushed over from the back of the crowd. He seemed to be smoked by the smell of the corpse. Five or six steps away, he stopped and asked with a probe.

"It's our pilot," Olica had gained. She took out a document from the pocket of the corpse, opened it, and threw it directly to the captain. name."

"Why is he here?" The captain didn't catch the lost ID, and asked casually, bending over to pick it up on the ground.

Olica did not answer directly. She observed the corpse carefully, then walked around to the other side of the tree, looked at the ground for a while, and said: "It's a bear. He met the bear and seemed to irritate it."

"I'm asking why he is here?" The captain couldn't find anything of value from the document, scratching his head with regret, and then asked.

"His plane crashed here," Olica said, looking straight ahead, "but he survived, but he broke his left leg. He probably wanted to leave the jungle, but he judged Wrong direction, angered a bear on the way, and finally died here."

"How did you know that he broke his left leg?" the captain asked curiously.

Olica turned around, revealing a thin and muddy face with melon seeds, but those big pale blue eyes, but they looked very energetic. She glanced at the captain, then went to look at the corpse.

Sure enough, the left leg of the corpse was severely distorted and deformed, which could be seen by an individual.

"Oh, maybe, maybe he just broke when he was attacked by a bear," the captain said awkwardly.

Olica didn't speak, but just raised her leg and kicked a thick branch next to her. This branch was in the shape of a "Ya" with obvious traces of artificial carving. There is no doubt that it was once the pilot's crutch.

"Then, can we find the crashed plane?" the captain changed the subject and asked.

"You should be able to find it in this direction," Olica said, pointing to the direction she was facing. "However, I don't recommend looking for it. He is a fighter pilot. There won't be what we need on the crashed plane. Things, besides, he must have passed through the bear’s territory on his way here, it would be dangerous."

"We have more than two hundred people, are you afraid of a bear?" the captain said disapprovingly, "and, without seeing the crashed plane, how do you know that there is nothing we need on it?"

Olica did not argue, she shook the braid behind her head, turned and walked towards the crowd. From the arms of a girl who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, she wrapped a baby who was still in her infancy, and then disappeared in the crowd. middle.

"Let's go, comrades, let's go in this direction," the captain greeted him loudly, seeing the woman no longer objected to him, "find the crashed plane. If you are lucky, there may be something we need on it. "

The embarrassed and exhausted team began to wriggle slowly, moving forward slowly in this jungle of potential crises everywhere.

In the summer season, every step in the jungle is difficult. The high temperature, especially the high humidity, will make it difficult to breathe. Every time you lift your leg, you seem to use all your strength, not to mention these people have already trek. After traveling too far, my body is extremely weak.

Until the sun above the jungle was close to the sky, the plane that the captain wanted to see still did not show up. This made him very frustrated. He couldn't help but find Orika in the crowd and asked angrily: "You didn't mean that the plane was in this direction. Are there bears, why did we find nothing."

Olica was holding the skinny little child, squeezing the juice of unknown berries into his little mouth. After hearing the captain’s questioning, she said calmly: "I just said it should be found, I didn’t say for sure. Can be found, and..."

As soon as she said this, she suddenly stopped, stood up abruptly, and looked at the bushes on the left front. The dagger stuck in her waist had been pulled out of her hand by her unconsciously, as if at any moment. Prepare to throw.

"Why, what's the matter?!" Seeing her expression, the captain gave a shock of shock, and blurted out subconsciously.

"There is someone there!" Olica bit her lip, her voice almost coming out between her teeth.

Sure enough, as her words fell to the ground, a soft "click" sounded from the depths of the jungle on the left front, as if someone had stepped on a dead branch.

The captain's fairly clean face turned pale in an instant. He moved his steps and hid behind Olica, but his eyes were staring at the jungle, and one hand grabbed his waist. The only grenade that he saw was the glorious one he left for himself—yes, even though he was afraid of war and the Germans, the captain never wanted to be a prisoner.

Just as the captain was considering whether to take the grenade off, Olica, who was standing in front of him, suddenly softened and collapsed on the ground while holding the baby. At the same time, her mouth was relieved. Muttered: "It's our people, it's our own."

As her words fell to the ground, a dozen Soviet soldiers with jungle camouflage flashed out, and they lined up in a fan-shaped queue, outflanking this side.

"Is it my own?!" The captain was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it. Then, the expression on his face suddenly changed, from pale to red, and then, a cry of ecstasy burst from his throat. Come out, "It's our own! It's ours! We have found the team, and finally found the team!"

The crowd behind was silent for a while, and then burst into deafening cheers. Of course, there were also excitement sobbing.

Less than two kilometers away, on an artificially felled forest clearing, Victor, who was eating hollow powder, was startled by the birds flying away in the jungle. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the flying bird. At a glance, he said to a captain sitting directly across from him: "What's the matter?"

The captain did not speak, but just stood up and pulled out the gun from his waist.