Struggle in Soviet Russia

A dozen trucks with camouflage nets were parked on the not-so-large forest clearing. Among them, twelve trucks were equipped with car capes and contained supplies. The remaining seven trucks are a bit weird. They do not have cloaks on their bodies, but are covered with brown-green canvas. From a distance, the canvas is bumpy and looks like being dragged by a flatbed trailer. Pile of thick steel pipes.

A little attention can tell that the seven weird-looking trucks are the most important presence in the entire fleet. On the side of these seven trucks, there are four "blue hats" guarding each one. Nearly thirty guards, the weapons held by each of them are the Bobosha submachine guns that are rarely seen in the army.

These people are sharp-eyed and alert. No matter who they are, as long as they approach the truck, they will be drunk immediately. Therefore, people who come out of the jungle can only stay far away from the convoy and gather in the open space. One end.

On a tree stump in the middle of the clearing, Victor held a cigarette in his hand and said to the burly young man squatting next to him: "Comrade Ivan Andreevich, take out your food supplies temporarily. , Distribute it to these people."

The burly young man was a captain, or to be precise, a captain of national security. He hesitated after hearing what Victor said, and he didn't move.

"This is an order, Comrade Lieutenant," Victor said in a heavy tone. "You can rest assured that as long as you arrive at Vyazma, I will fill up all the supplies according to your specifications. This is my promise to you."

Although the young lieutenant is at the first level of Victor, and he is now directly under Victor's command, because the troops under his command are very special, Victor also needs to be somewhat polite when giving such orders.

The captain's name is Ivan Andreevich Ferrelov. He is currently the company commander of the special rocket launcher company directly under the Western Front. The seven heavily guarded trucks are loaded with weapons of their unit, seven doors. "BM-13" rocket launcher.

Previously, this company had already participated in a battle in the direction of Orsha. In just ten seconds, 112 rockets attacked violently, completely blasting the Germans, and thought it had encountered an artillery regiment. However, the Germans quickly learned of the existence of this force through the feedback of the espionage personnel, and they have been searching for the location of this force for more than half a month.

The various Soviet troops also know that this company can provide fierce firepower, especially when dealing with German tank clusters, the deterrence it can produce is quite amazing, therefore, they all hope to be able to call this force. Therefore, on the one hand, the base camp requested the Communist International Arsenal in Voronezh to speed up production and prepare to form another battalion in the near future.

Two days ago, Victor had just arrived at the Vyazma front from Moscow and formally took over the force. He was ordered to ensure the safety of this force and put them into the necessary battles. If you have no alternative, you can choose to blow up all the artillery, but you will never allow them to fall into the hands of the Germans.

Captain Ferrelov finally obeyed Victor's orders. He directed the soldiers to unload boxes of food from the truck, and set up a meal-sharing spot on the open ground to distribute food to the rags.

Before, Victor had asked about the origins of these people. From the captain whose surname was Alamnov, he learned that the team had a total of 327 people, of which 190 were from Smolensk. The officers and soldiers who evacuated from the direction originally belonged to the 19th Army, and the rest were refugees brought along by these officers and soldiers.

"Alexey," Victor greeted a blue-hat ensign not far away as the soldiers handed out food for the people who had travelled over the distance.

The second lieutenant’s name was Alexei Alekseyevich Samsonov. He was an assistant specially arranged by the NKVD for Viktor when he left Moscow this time. There were four of the same assistants. Three people have already gone to the front army headquarters, and only Alexei stayed beside Victor.

"Comrade Major," the second lieutenant walked over and asked Victor's greeting.

"After these people have eaten, arrange for someone to screen them," Victor looked at the direction of the crowd. "Later, remember to notify the Vyazma local department to let them pick up the ordinary people and settle them. As for the soldiers, arrange for them. Transfer to camp on the 4th."

Alexei nodded, then hesitated and said, "Comrade Major, Captain Alamnov, do you think it is credible?"

Victor raised his eyelids and glanced at the captain who was grabbing a black bread in the crowd and gnawing at him. He calmly said, "Do you think there is anything suspicious about him?"

"Don't you think..." Alexei said hesitantly, "Don't you think he is too clean? Especially when compared to others, and he has no wounds all over his body. They said they had walked through the jungle for more than 20 days, but he was like that..."

Victor smiled and didn't say anything. He picked up a branch from the ground and banged it on the stump under his **** casually. After a while, he said: "It is necessary to look at a person with a skeptical look. Yes, but don’t have preconceived ideas, be bold in doubt, and cautiously verify that this is the principle we should uphold."

After a pause, he continued: "Since you doubt him, then investigate."

"Yes," Alexei nodded and said with some excitement.

Like the large number of lieutenant and sergeant-level staff of the NKVD, Alexei was also transferred from a military school. He did not have much experience in domestic work, and coupled with his youth, he appeared relatively young. He is not so much here to assist Victor as he is here to learn.

When facing Victor, besides the respect he had when facing his superiors, Alexei also had a bit of admiration. He knew about Victor’s past and knew that this comrade, who was a few years older than himself, was a major comrade. It has risen rapidly in the last two years. The most important thing is that the major comrade still has merits, whether in Rudki or in the Hermosti River, he has come through the war in a real way. In today's NKVD, he is the only person who has personally commanded the battle and performed so well.

"beep......"

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the clearing, and at the same time, someone sternly shouted: "The German plane is coming, hide it immediately! Everyone left the clearing and went to hide in the woods!"

"Go and assist Captain Ferrelov in the evacuation," Victor threw away the branch in his hand and stood up and said.

"Yes!" Alexei replied and ran to the crowd quickly.

At this time, the sound of any aircraft engines could not be heard in the jungle, but the warning for German aircraft had arrived, thanks to the very smooth channels for the special independent rocket launcher company to obtain information. The entire company is currently equipped with four radio stations, two of which are standby. The company’s communications squad is receiving investigation information from the communications department of the front army at all times, including the position of the German aircraft.

Soon, the panicked people were driven into the woods, and the artillery of the company began to check the camouflage of the vehicle for leaks.

In only four or five minutes at most, the roar of the aircraft's engine began to appear from far to near, and soon, six aircraft flew over the woodland.

Under a birch tree in the jungle with the waist as thick as an adult, Victor leaned back against the trunk and quietly looked at a piece of cloth in his hand. This piece of cloth should be torn from something like a quilt, on which a string of inexplicable characters and numbers were written in some dark green juice.

This piece of cloth was stuffed into Victor by a woman holding a baby during the evacuation process just now, just as the two passed by.

Quietly, he stuffed the rags into his army uniform pockets. Victor looked up and looked at the sky. The German plane was obviously passing here. They didn’t make any stops and flew over. At this time, the sound of the engine had disappeared. .

Stepping out of the jungle, Victor walked straight to his jeep. In the car, he took out a red cover from his briefcase. There was no writing on the title page of the book, and compared to the scrap of cloth, he translated the symbols and numbers. In a paragraph: "Short-winged Thrush, Chiba Achillea."

Two equally inexplicable words, the former is a very common bird, and the latter is a very common wildflower.

However, as a high-level member of the NKVD and the head of the Western Front, Victor understood the meaning of the other side from these two inexplicable words.

"Chiba yarrow" is an anti-intelligence organization under the command of the Secret Political Work Bureau of the People's Committee of the Interior. Chiba yarrow belongs to the code name. It is easier to understand that they are secret police. The "Short-winged Thrush" is a German intelligence organization active in the Soviet-controlled area. Of course, this organization did not use the code name "Short-winged Thrush". use.

The combination of these two words means that there are members of the "Chiba Ning" in this group. Among hundreds of her companions, she found the lurking personnel of the "Short-winged Thrush" organization, but she did not Take further action, but wait, wait for the superior's order or wait for the other party to connect with it online.

Victor was a little excited, because the "Short-winged Thrush", a German intelligence organization, is now a key investigative organization of the Anti-intelligence Department of the NKVD. The reason is not only because of their espionage activities, but also because of the general staff. The Military Intelligence Agency received definite news that the members of this intelligence organization were all Soviets. In other words, they were not only spies, but also traitors. Neither the People's Committee of National Defense nor Comrade Stalin could tolerate the existence of such an organization.