Central Soviet-German battlefield, northeast of Smolensk.
The fields are scarlet and rivers of blood flow.
The war machine that made a deafening roar ruthlessly harvested lives, and behind the war machine was a gray-black icy tide.
The dazzling red was quickly swallowed up by the cold gray, and was quickly annihilated.
Andrea Bol, ignited by the flames of war, was like a hell on earth.
Under the pincer offensive of the German Army Group North and Army Group Center, the Soviet Northwest Front, which was the protruding part, was caught off guard and cut off its retreat. The soldiers of the Hong Army who had not yet had time to evacuate could only abandon themselves in the torrent of gray-black armor. Weapons and weights, he knelt on the ground with fear on his face and raised his hands high.
The surviving Soviet political commissars wiped their eyes blackened by the fireworks and calmly looked at the soldiers who were running away or crying and kneeling on the ground with their hands raised. They raised the Tokarev pistol with their only remaining right hand. , but he did not point at his compatriots begging for mercy, but at the intruder who was gradually approaching.
Opposite him were a dozen German soldiers holding rifles, waiting for orders from their commanders.
Glancing longingly at the dazzling red cloth flying in the wind on the handle of the pistol, the Soviet political commissar suddenly widened his eyes and shouted the last sentence with a voice that could tear his throat.
"Ula!!!"
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Before the trigger of the pistol was pulled, the political commissar lost control of his fragile body and stumbled backwards.
Bright red flowers dotted the already tattered military uniforms. It seemed that because they failed to take away an enemy, the political commissar half-opened his eyes with regret and fell onto the blood-red soil.
Seeing their own political commissar being mercilessly shot, the ears of the Hongjun soldiers seemed to be echoing with the long-lost charge order, and the fire in their chests was like a raging sea of fire, burning the fear of death into ashes.
A dozen Hongjun soldiers who had put down their weapons suddenly picked up the weapons on the ground with red eyes, and uttered the last words of their lives in unison.
"Ula!!! Ula!!! Ula!!! Ula!!!"
Although there were only a dozen people roaring, the German soldiers subconsciously felt that there were hundreds of thousands of livestock rushing up in front of them like a tide.
Continuous gunshots rang out. How could the German soldiers who had already taken precautions give the prisoners a chance to rebel again?
The sound of the hurray faded away, and there were more than a dozen cold corpses on the ground.
"How many times have I told you that I will never meet someone wearing that dress again."
Looking at the dozens of soldiers who showed admiration for the enemy, the German officer who stepped out of the military vehicle had a dead face and pointed expressionlessly at the dead Soviet soldier who was still holding a small red cloth in his hand. political commissar.
"Take no prisoners, don't hesitate, just kill them! Remember, they are the only ones who will not surrender."
Although such an order was given again, after the officer left in the car, a German soldier quietly helped the political commissar close his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the second echelon of German infantry walked from behind and carefully used bayonets to touch up the corpses everywhere. Once the wounded were found, they were immediately executed on the spot.
The dead have been liberated, but the survivors are still suffering.
Fifty thousand prisoners of war were escorted in a certain direction by military vehicles...
Beyond the horizon, the sky gradually dimmed after all.
Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.
Under the strong request of Political Commissar Vladimir, Petrov canceled the death test used in the past to eliminate garbage, which once again raised the respect of the prisoners in Novus for the Political Commissar to a higher level. Everyone believed that, At least Novis won't die again until he goes to war.
Soon the prisoners discovered that Novis had lost a Chinese worker who seemed to be submissive, and had a madman who was willing to risk his life in training.
No matter what time it is, as long as it is free time, the prisoners can find a sweaty skinny man in the corner of the training ground.
Lifting weights, doing push-ups, boxing, and even being fat-beaten by Reznov.
Although his hands and feet were making weak movements, the yellow-skinned man always looked serious, as if he was really doing something powerful. This also made many people like Novskovsky It's a bit more fun to be the guy who hangs around all day.
Anyway, if you have nothing to do, watching a monkey show is also a good pastime.
Obviously, except for the shooting training with the rifle, no one takes this tired guy who is busy all day seriously. No matter how good the gun is, it cannot change the fact that the body is a thin linen rod. An outstanding black boxer naturally looks down on a guy like Ma Gan who has no physical foundation. In the eyes of everyone, no matter how hard he practices, it is just a drop in the bucket. It is better to practice shooting more.
Of course, because they are likely to become comrades-in-arms in the future, in order to avoid having a black hole from friendly forces behind him, at least on the surface, everyone has a kind expression, which makes Xia Jie feel that his interpersonal relationship has improved. A lot.
Unlike other prisoners who indulged themselves when they had free time, Xia Jie felt a sense of urgency that disaster was about to happen every minute and every second he spent in Novis, which also forced him to continue to work under Reznov's arrangements. Squeezing his own potential, I don't know if it was because of reshaping his body in that strange space. Xia Jie, who only slept four hours a day, did not collapse. Instead, he adapted with difficulty. Did it hurt his body or something? , I have completely stopped thinking about it. If there is no way to survive on the battlefield, everything is just empty talk.
Although he has not yet formed a complete concept of war, Xia Jie has learned a lot about basic fighting, human body vitals, physical training and tactical movements. In his words, "I can beat the two of me now." '.
Just adapting to adapting, the mental and physical pain caused by over-squeezing yourself is still unavoidable. Fortunately, Xia Jie already has a lot of experience in how to deal with suffering, because in his opinion, the pain caused by exhaustion and torture will eventually Still not as bad as other people's vicious words, chatting with Reznov about a bedtime story is enough to dispel physical and mental fatigue.
When he was alone, he could still find things to do to comfort him, not to mention that he was no longer alone at this moment. He really regarded Reznov as his brother.
Two poor people from different eras met at the wrong place, but accidentally built an enviable harmonious relationship. It was so harmonious that if the prisoners didn't know something about Reznov's personality and character, they would even I think the reason why two people stick together every day is because someone sold their butt.
After all, Novskovsky and Joseph's relationship was like this.
"...Although this is a very difficult era, I am not too worried about the German invasion. After all, these guys can't even defeat Moscow, and they only have one chance."
Leaning against the concrete wall of the cell, Reznov, who was addicted to smoking, took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to smoke with some difficulty. He looked at Xia Jie, who was standing upside down at the base of the wall with his arms supported, and said calmly.
"Believe me, the Germans will never get in."
After holding on to his handstand to the limit, Xia Jie, who was covered in sweat, kicked lightly and nimbly got down from the wall.
After some special training, Xia Jie now has some unique and capable temperament, especially his naked upper body, which also has a vague outline of refined muscles.
It doesn't smell bad either. Xia Jie wiped the sweat from his face with Reznov's old clothes and asked curiously.
"Based on this alone, do you think that the Germans cannot defeat the Soviet Union? Brother, you are too hasty."
Although I know that what Reznov said is right, the Germans did stumble on the territory of the Soviet Union, and were even counterattacked all the way to Berlin, but now, it is only half a year after the defense of Moscow, and there is no battle. The invincible German army was still a powerful enemy that was difficult to resist in the eyes of most people. Xia Jie didn't know where Reznov got the confidence to say such a thing.
"Ha, Chartier, if this is not a reason, then Stalin is still here and I am not dead yet. This is finally a reason, right? If I get serious, I can drive the Germans out of Ukraine alone."
The bearded man smiled rarely and made a joke, which made Xia Jie a little hilarious and a little speechless.
"Brother, don't blame me for exposing your shortcomings. You can't even beat a dog. How can you drive the Germans out of Ukraine? You know, without my dagger, brother, you have already gone to see Lenin..."
"You kid... come here, before you go to bed, I will teach you a few more tricks. Stand still. Do you know what a fatal weakness is..."
"No, no, no, brother, you are just seeking revenge!"
After a little fussing, it was already time to fall asleep before they knew it. Although the patrolling guards didn't embarrass the two of them due to special reasons, they didn't go too far.
Lying in bed, Xia Jie racked his brains to recall what he had learned in history class. After thinking about it, he probably remembered that the Germans seemed to have divided their forces into two groups under the arrangement of Mustache, and went all the way to fight Stalinger this summer. Well, I went all the way to the Caucasus in the south to grab oil, but unfortunately they failed.
Thinking of this, Xia Jie stopped thinking about it. It was not something he could do to control the situation of the war now. What's more, even if he told the future, he might not easily gain Mao Zi's trust, and he might even be treated as a spy or something. If caught, the gains outweigh the losses.
Since Mao Zi finally won, it might as well let Mao Zi bleed as in history. After all, Mao Zi bullied the Chinese people a lot in history. This can also buy time for the development of the motherland.
A weak furry bear is a good furry bear.
It is still not feasible to rely on the big brother of the Soviet Union to develop socialism. Due to the aging of talents, the Soviet Union will eventually disintegrate after the war, so it is better to leave this glorious and great task to our own motherland.
Putting aside these troublesome things, Xia Jie suddenly recalled the amazing flying knife.
"Brother, your throwing knife is so powerful. I want to learn how to throw a knife from you. Do you think I can do it?"
Lying on his bed, Reznov dug the soles of his feet with his index finger.
"Okay, why not?"
"Yeah~ Brother, you are the best."
"Um."
"?"
Seeing that Reznov was still licking his toes and didn't respond for a long time, Xia Jie was a little confused.
"Brother, won't you teach me a lesson?"
After hearing this, Reznov finally put down his index finger that exuded black aura, feeling helpless.
"Teach you? Shall I teach you first? Do you want to learn how to get a dagger first? Or can you learn it by just talking to me?"
"Ah...haha~"
'Get a dagger? We're still in a concentration camp, what are we going to do...'
Xia Jie smiled awkwardly, but still took this matter to heart.
Since you can't get results quickly in close combat, using a flying knife can make up for your disadvantage in close combat.
Even if the opponent is better than you, as long as you distance yourself, who can survive?
"What do you think we are fighting against the Germans for? Isn't it to make the next generation live more like human beings? Chartier, do you think that when this war is over, the children can eat bread? ?As long as the next generation can stand up, the Soviet Union will become truly strong, right?"
In the darkness, Reznov suddenly asked.
After coming back from his thoughts, Xia Jie thought about the Russian youth in the future, and couldn't help but feel sad for the bearded man.
He couldn't tell the man in the dark that the Soviet Union was gone. He couldn't say that in the future this place would be called Russia and it would embark on the path of capitalism. It was disintegrated due to cultural invasion. Not only did it not receive 'verbal assistance' after the disintegration Even for a penny, it has been bullied by European and American countries.
And in the future, Russia's economy will still be in recession. Although it is true that there is bread, it is far from being called a good life. In addition, Ukraine, which has been reduced to Europe's own palace, is divided, causing chaos everywhere. What's more, many extreme Russian youths have taken the road of worshiping Nz, getting Nz swastika tattoos on their bodies, wearing skull badges, saluting Nz, and some even bully veterans and insult martyrs in cemeteries...
Nothing can be said, nothing can be said.
Xia Jie suddenly discovered that telling the truth sometimes brought unbearable guilt.
This feeling is like standing in front of a great man. There is no way to tell the great man that the good cabbage you have cultivated for decades has changed its taste. You are talking about Aligado and international, and you are wearing a kimono or a suit in front of the martyrs. In the cemetery, soldiers and police were scolded for performing square dances, while the other half was decorated by some people with ulterior motives because they wanted to integrate with the international community. They gave away one and two places and packaged them to crooked nuts who couldn't distinguish the women's icon.
Having said this, even a great man might not be able to accept it for a while.
a long time.
"Chartier?"
"Brother Reznov, you are right, the Soviet Union is indeed a great country."
"It seems like you have a very discerning eye."
Xia Jie smiled bitterly.
If I were really discerning, I would definitely not care about other people's affairs, and I wouldn't be hit by a car and come here to suffer. (End of chapter)
