On the west bank of the Don River, behind the German positions, veterinarian Cyril was walking in the forest toward home. I was hoping to get some food from acquaintances in the same village and see how they were living in the German-occupied areas.
As the surrounding environment became more and more familiar, veterinarian Cyril also secretly increased his vigilance, and his steps became more and more careful.
The village where he grew up was surrounded by forests on three sides and vast farmland on the other side. However, before he could take one foot out of the forest, a rifle was pressed against him from the side. on his head.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and turned around. A look of panic immediately appeared on Cyril's face. There were five Germans on the opposite side, and two of them were even equipped with submachine guns. This was by no means something he could resist.
"Don't kill me, I'm the veterinarian in the town ahead." Cyril squatted on the ground in panic, holding his head in his hands and shouted loudly.
This cowardly behavior made the five German soldiers reveal undisguised ridicule on their faces. Then two soldiers roughly pulled Cyril up and escorted him towards the village. direction.
Along the way, the familiar village has changed beyond recognition. Especially when he passed near his home, a look of horror appeared on Cyril's face. The small wooden house had already changed. It was beyond recognition, and there was even a particularly thick muzzle sticking out of the window on the first floor.
Under the escort of the two German soldiers, Cyril continued to walk inside. The few remaining familiar villagers he met along the way were also quite old people. They were also surprised when they saw the veterinarian Cyril, but then they quickly lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
When he walked near the spontaneously built church in the center of the village, layers of cold sweat broke out on Cyril's forehead. Around this small church, tanks of various types are parked. Even behind the church, there are 12 artillery pieces with a caliber of at least 150 mm!
Cyril, a veterinarian who grew up in this village, immediately realized something was wrong. This village was not far from the Don River, and it was also less than ten kilometers away from Position 19. For those cannons, As for tanks and armored vehicles, as long as they are willing, they can deliver a fatal blow to the Don River position almost at any time!
This news must be conveyed to Kaze!
After the veterinarian Cyril made up his mind, the expression on his face became more and more cowardly. However, the soldiers who captured him seemed not to understand Russian or did not bother to talk to him at all, and escorted him directly to the In the small church in the center of the village.
"What's your name?"
A middle-aged man sitting on a long chair asked in proficient Russian. While speaking, he even didn't forget to smell hard. Smell the cuff, then pick up the bottle and take a swig of vodka.
"Cyril, my name is Cyril and I am the veterinarian of this village."
"I have never seen you in this village before"
"I was captured digging trenches and just escaped."
Cyril He rubbed his stomach with a grimace, "I thought I could make some money back, but they didn't even have enough food to eat, so I took advantage of the heavy rain last night and escaped from them."
Such a simple answer made the middle-aged man sitting in the chair laugh, "I have never seen such a stupid old thing like you."
"I am indeed a stupid old thing, can I Give me something to eat? I haven't eaten enough for several days." Cyril begged pitifully, while speaking, he looked at the plate on the long table and swallowed.
"Of course I can give you something to eat."
This middle-aged soldier, who smelled of alcohol, didn't know if he was really drunk, but he even shouted happily. The soldier standing guard at the door brought Cyril a large plate of steaming bread and a large basin of cream of mushroom soup, and even poured him a small glass of vodka.
After getting the signal from the former, Cyril finally stopped being polite, picked up two pieces of bread, dipped them in the cream of mushroom soup and roughly put them into his mouth.
While Cyril was eating, the middle-aged soldier said, "Tell me where the Soviet Red Army is hiding, and you can have these for every meal in the future."
The veterinarian Cyril did not stop wolfing down the glass of vodka without stopping at all. After drinking it in one gulp, he said matter-of-factly, "Aren't they near the Don River? The sounds of your fighting have not stopped in the past few days. I am There are not many people in their position who escaped from there, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to escape.”
The middle-aged soldier said something in German, and then said to Cyril in Russian. , "You're right, take this food and find a place to rest. How about taking us to see the trenches you dug in the evening?"
After pretending to hesitate, the veterinarian Cyril said Putting on a greedy look, "Unless you give me a few sets of clean clothes, a box of vodka, and two good horses that can plow the fields, let me think, oh, by the way! House, I'm going to my house Rest, I haven’t been back for a long time.”
“I like your greed”
The middle-aged soldier finally put down the food in his hand and took it out slowly. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, "When you take us to find the trench you dug tonight, everything you want will be given to you."
Before Cyril could say anything, then The two soldiers had already escorted Cyril, who was hastily stuffing bread into his mouth, out of the church at the signal of the middle-aged soldier.
"Can you let me go home and take a look?" Cyril struggled to raise his head and pointed in the direction of his home and shouted, "At least let me take out the money I have hidden at home!"
p>Perhaps with the consent of the middle-aged man in the church, the two soldiers actually followed Cyril's struggle and led him to his house.
Let the veterinarianWhat makes Lille particularly heartbroken is that this is not a big wooden house, but it is a wooden house that he built with great effort. One of the walls has been cut out, and on the floor of the first floor, behind the wall facing the outside of the village, there are already A chest-high sandbag wall was built. Behind the sandbag wall was a Czech ZB60 heavy machine gun and ample ammunition.
A little further away from the machine gun, there were three soldiers heating the food in the cans around a bonfire lit in the center of the floor. What made Cyril even more furious was that the fuel for the bonfire was all furniture from his own home!
Pushing the dazed Cyril into the room, the two soldiers said something to their companions in the room, and then the five of them sat down around the bonfire. One of them even pulled off a skirt and wiped it. Wipe the dirt off your shoes.
Cyril took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger, put on a flattering smile on his old face, and pointed upstairs, "Can I go upstairs to get something?"