Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Kyiv.

A few inaudible nightingales suddenly sounded around an abandoned factory in the suburbs, and then several figures flashed in and gathered together under the dim moonlight.

"Any news?"

"Not yet. Doesn't the superior know that we are staying here and fighting?"

"It seems we have to find a way to contact our superiors."

"The communication station in the city has been destroyed by the Germans. How should we contact them?"

"Even if we can't contact our superiors, we must take active action to resist the German devils."

"But how can we fight against the Germans with just a few guns and grenades? We must at least have powerful explosives, so that we can blow up some important facilities or something like that."

"You still have to contact your superiors first and ask for support."

Although the entire eastern Ukraine has fallen, there are still many people who still care about the Soviet Union and do not want to be slaves to the subjugation of the country. They secretly formed a resistance organization to resist the German occupation. However, the results have been minimal so far, and they have not done anything earth-shattering. On the contrary, they have lost many comrades in several raids by the Germans. The captain who was originally responsible for liaising with his superiors was also arrested and killed a few days ago. As a result, They completely lost contact with their superiors.

Just as everyone was discussing how to contact their superiors, three urgent nightingales were heard outside. Several people hurriedly picked up their weapons and walked to the window to look out.

After a while, three more nightingale calls were heard, and everyone immediately relaxed.

A figure walked into the yard of the factory, and the moonlight just shone on his face, allowing people to see who it was. "Comrade Bondarev, why are you here?" This Bondarev is a staff member of the newly formed government in Kiev. Although on the surface he seems to be working for the Germans, secretly he has different opinions. Rebel. "You have to be careful. If you come here rashly, you might be suspected."

Bondarev said helplessly. "I didn't have time to get away during the day, so I could only sneak over here at this time. I got the exact news that in a few days the German military columns will pass through here and head to the front line. The military columns are loaded with various weapons and ammunition. These things must be destined for Smolensk. We have to find a way to destroy them."

"Weapons and ammunition? Maybe we can also get some heavy weapons. Don't worry, we will find a way." Although he hasn't thought of a way yet, the vice-captain still patted his chest and promised.

"I will find a way to get the exact shift of the military column. You should be prepared and take action at any time. Then I will go back."

"Be careful."

After delivering the news, Bondarev rode his bicycle and ran home as fast as possible. There is now a curfew in Kiev. Fortunately, he lives in the suburbs, but it is a bit far away. It was already midnight by the time he arrived home out of breath.

Parking his bicycle in the yard, Bondarev quietly opened the door and walked in. His wife and children must have been fast asleep, and he didn't want to disturb them. But as soon as he entered the bedroom, he felt something was wrong. He instinctively took out the pistol from his waist and turned on the light switch.

The bedroom was empty, and my wife and children were nowhere to be seen!

not good!

At this moment, dazzling searchlights lit up outside, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime. "Bondarev, you have been surrounded. Please surrender."

boom! boom!

Bondarev fired several shots out of the window without hesitation. He originally planned to keep the last bullet for himself, but just after he fired the fourth shot, there was a crack, and something broke through the glass and was thrown in. Before Dalev had time to see what it was, there was a bang, and dazzling bright light and ear-splitting noise instantly filled the whole house.

After an unknown amount of time, Bondarev, who had recovered from his daze, suddenly found that he had been tied up and held down in the yard.

There were several armed German soldiers standing around. They were not wearing regular army uniforms; their armbands showed that they were from the counterintelligence department.

A man in civilian clothes stood next to a German captain and officer, pointing at Bondarev. "Sir, I'm right. On the surface, he works for the empire, but secretly he is an out-and-out rebel. I have been keeping an eye on him for several days, and I finally caught him today."

"Valentin! You traitor!" Bondarev recognized it and was immediately shocked and angry. This guy was from the same village as him before.

"I'm a traitor?! You damn bastard, have you forgotten how my parents were tortured to death by you? I can't wait to skin you and drink your blood!!" Valentin became more and more excited as he spoke and was about to rush forward to take action. .

"Oh, don't get excited." The German lieutenant grabbed him, patted his shoulder to tell him to calm down, and looked at Bondarev. "Your name is Bondarev, right? Do you want to say it here? Or come with us? I advise you to tell it obediently, so that you can at least suffer less."

"Humph, I won't say anything!" Bondarev looked at death with a look on his face. He will not confess, and he will never betray his comrades even if it means risking the lives of his wife and children!

"It seems that you are indeed a die-hard." Looking at the determined expression on the other party's face, the German lieutenant was not angry, but smiled slightly. "But there are some things that you don't want to think about. If you had just committed suicide on the spot, we really couldn't do anything to you. But now that you have been captured alive by us, there are many ways to make you speak." As he said this, the German lieutenant waved his hand and was also caught. The bundles were firmly tied and the women and children gagged were brought up.

The German captain drew his pistol and pointed it at the woman who was pushed to the ground. "Do you really want your wife and children to be buried with you?"

Valentin on the side said carefully. "Sir, can you let me come? I want to avenge my parents personally."

"Of course, no problem." The German lieutenant pointed to a soldier next to him. "Bowman, give him your gun." The soldier handed the 98K rifle to Valentin. Although the front combat troops have gradually phased out this bolt-action rifle, most of the equipment of their rear soldiers is still 98k.

Valentin awkwardly pulled the bolt of the gun, pointed it at the woman on the ground, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. He had obviously never fired a gun before. There was a bang, and the huge recoil caused the arm to swing back. The bullet grazed the woman's arm and hit the ground.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The fear and pain made the woman struggle desperately.

Bondarev cursed loudly. "Valentin, you bastard, come at me if you can! What's the point of bullying a woman?!"

Valentin's eyes were a little red and he said fiercely. "Does this sound familiar to you? I told you the same thing at the time, right? 'If you have the ability to come at me, what's the point of bullying an old man?!' How did you do it?!"