Struggle in Soviet Russia

On the lawn dotted with unnamed wildflowers, corpses were lying all around. A young man in a dark waistcoat had his legs broken by knees. He lay on the grass and wailed, wailing and struggling towards the direction of the pool. Crawling. Behind him, a red blood stain wet the weeds and stretched to the side of a wooden hut.

A pair of muddy high boots stepped on knee-deep grass to catch up. A sharp bayonet stabbed in the young man's vest and twisted it fiercely. The lasing blood was sprayed on the surrounding weeds and splashed into a pool not far away. And in the pool full of dead leaves and weeds, a corpse with its back almost charred was soaked face down in the water, and the hair coagulated into a ball of blood was full of flies.

Ji Lingling shuddered, Victor woke up from the nightmare, opened his eyes, the **** scene in the dream disappeared, and the carriage with a faint leather smell was still in front of him. At this time, the car was parked under the river bank. On the open ground.

On the road built with the embankment as the roadbed, a queue of more than a dozen tanks is slowly passing by. The coordinated infantry walks on the **** of the embankment, and behind the tanks, there are vehicles responsible for consigning soldiers and soldiers. Truck with supplies.

This is a force coming from the direction of Yalmolinchi. The number of the troops is unknown and the purpose is unknown. Victor's order from his superiors is to keep silent about the arrival of these troops and calm the emotions of the local people.

"These?" Yes, this word is used in the order, which means that there will be more troops coming from the rear.

In addition to calming the people's emotions, Victor received another task to block all passages near Shepchenkovo ​​to Poland. The entire border area was temporarily closed, and no one was allowed to pass through. This order was issued to the border defense system at the same time, and any unit must strictly enforce it.

Consider the time. It is now mid-August. Although the superior order did not mention what these troops were doing, Victor, who was not very good in history in the past, could still guess that these troops were meant to attack Poland later. Transferred over.

Having just slept and had a nightmare, Victor felt a little dull at this time. He reached out and pushed the car door open a gap, then touched his pocket, trying to light himself a cigarette.

There was a rumble of horseshoes from outside the car. After a while, a war horse neighed and stopped on the grass beside the car. A soldier with a lance jumped off the horse, and walked quickly to the side of the car and saluted Victor. Said: "Comrade Viktor Viktorovich, a guerrilla group attacked the collective farm in New Belaya half an hour ago, but was repelled by the farm’s militia.”

"How about the casualties?" Victor bent down and looked out the door. He asked a military salute in a perfunctory manner.

"Not so good," said the soldier. "Four people were killed and a few wounded, but the guerrillas paid the price. They left two bodies and two others were captured. Farm militiamen. Please tell me what the prisoners should do."

"Let them engage in a decent public trial and execute them," Victor said directly without thinking.

"Isn't it interrogated? Maybe they can get some valuable information out of their mouths," the soldier suggested.

"Right now, we don't need any information from their mouths," Victor shook his head and smiled. "What we need is to let everyone know what it is like to oppose the Soviets and betray the patriarchal Congress, nothing more."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Go, Comrade Corporal, pass on this order."

"Yes," the soldier saluted again, turned on his horse, and galloped away.

As the sound of horses hooves drifted away, Victor fell into deep thought.

The siege policy adopted in the previous phase was obviously effective. In the past, these guerrillas did not use collective farms as targets. Their targets were mainly military installations, such as radar stations, border guards, and food. Warehouse and so on. Now that they have begun to attack the collective farm, it means that there is what they need there.

What do they need? Obviously, it must be food. In other words, there is already a problem with their food supply, and they have to risk obtaining food rations in this way.

In the recent period, Victor’s anti-bandit actions led by Shepchenkovo ​​have achieved great results. The three strategies he has taken have been fully implemented in 13 collective farms. At the same time, with the cooperation of border guards, they have successively implemented It swept four guerrilla camps hidden in the jungle, killed nearly 70 guerrilla members, and captured 14 prisoners.

The most important point is that from the captured prisoners, he also got the identity of the leader of the Szykjak guerrillas, Stoch Zelinski, a former captain of the Polish National Army, and of course, he is now retired. NS.

Although it is only a name, this information is very important. The higher-level internal intelligence department easily found more detailed information through this name. Nowadays, the wanted order with Zelinsky's photo has been posted. Full of the Soviet-controlled Ukraine area, the reward of 5,000 rubles is enough to make people jealous.

With the prominence of the performance of the bandits, Victor's name began to become louder in the Shepchenkovo ​​forest area. The more members of the guerrillas he strangled, the more he would become a thorn in the eyes of the guerrillas. According to the information provided by the intelligence department, the guerrillas also offered a reward for Victor's life. As long as someone can kill him, they can also get a reward of 5,000 rubles from the guerrillas.

Five thousand rubles? Hey, that's really not a small amount of money.

Withdrawing his thoughts from his random thoughts, Victor took off his spotless blue military cap and laid it flat on his knees. Then he said to Varenka who was driving in front: "Let's go, let's go back."

Varenka was obviously asleep. After he was awakened, he determined his destination again, and then started the car and drove in the direction of Shepchenkovo.

Half an hour later, the jeep was slowly driving on the streets of the small town of Shepchenkovo. The originally dirty streets have been cleaned up recently, and some cinders have been spread on the road, although it is still uneven, but At least it won't be so muddy.

When the jeep appeared, the pedestrians on both sides of the street gave way, and some people even hid in the corner from a long distance. If people in the town used to take the initiative to avoid Victor, now, most of them even look at him. The courage at a glance is gone.

In the past, when someone was to be executed in the camp, at least the "three-person trial team" was required to make a judgment. Now, the "three-person trial team" has been banned, and the power of the exile camp has been concentrated on the newly established national security. In the hands of the department, in other words, this Lieutenant Victor can decide the life or death of any prisoner. All he needs to do is to think of a crime and impose a charge on the target.

The jeep parked outside the door of the small stone building. When Victor pushed the door and got out of the car, he subconsciously glanced at the window of his room. At the window of the room where the curtain was pulled, a figure flashed by.

"Bring me a lunch at noon," closing the door, Victor said to Varenka who was following him as he walked up the steps in front of the car. "Get more beef or chicken. I don't want to Eat those **** potatoes."

"Okay, Comrade Chief," Varenka said cheerfully. This young man has been so happy all day since he joined the national security department. Perhaps for him, being able to wear that blue hat is happier than anything else.

Ignoring this extremely satisfying guy, Victor speeded up his pace, went into the small building, walked through the dimly lit corridor, and went directly to his room.

Unsurprisingly, in the room, a thin girl was sorting files at the desk. She was wearing a traditional Belarusian long skirt. The white linen fabric set off her white skin. There was something that complemented each other. good.

This is An Lina. Of course, if it were placed two weeks ago, I am afraid that no one would associate this delicate girl with that dirty, dirty-faced girl. In fact, even now, she dare not. Going home in this outfit, the patchy gray long skirt is still her standard.

Seeing Victor coming in from the door, Anlena stopped her movements, she dropped her head and stepped back to the side, holding her breathless voice.

Victor locked the door with his backhand, and while unbuttoning his military jacket, he walked quickly to the edge of the desk. When passing by Anrina, he grabbed the girl's dry hair, pressed her directly on the desk, and then bent over to lift her skirt.

An Lina didn't say a word, so she lay down on the table quietly, waiting for the man behind her to come over, and then snorted briefly.

Lie down on the girl's slightly skinny back, Victor couldn't remember how he felt when he was assaulting the girl. Since rebirth, especially in the past two weeks, he has seen too many deaths and given too many murder orders. The recalcitrant guerrillas, the peasants who provided food and intelligence to the guerrillas, the slacking militias, etc., and so on. His daily dreams were filled with blood plasma and broken limbs, filled with all kinds of begging for mercy and wailing. sound.

The fear and the guilt buried deep in his heart made him feel uneasy for a moment. For this reason, he even began to suffer from migraine headaches. It seems that he can only be able to hold this girl in his arms. Only when you get a moment of peace, can you get a good night's sleep.