In the room of veterinarian Cyril, the five German soldiers looked at each other, and then one of them, who looked like the youngest, stood up helplessly, pointed his submachine gun at Cyril and said something in a loud voice.
Although Cyril didn't understand, he was experienced in beating snakes along the pole, and with a smile on his face, he pretended to thank him, and at the same time, he turned around and walked up the stairs without stopping.
The German soldier behind him cursed reluctantly, followed Cyril helplessly with his gun in hand, and climbed up to the second floor on the creaking wooden stairs.
Having not been back for more than half a year, this house has changed drastically. Not only were the furniture and floors covered in dust, but his and his daughter's personal belongings were also rummaged through.
Cyril smiled flatteringly at the German soldier behind him. After looking around for a while, he first picked up the photo of him and his daughter and placed it upside down on the table by the window. Then he patiently Pick up various pieces of clothing scattered on the floor and carefully fold them back to their original locations in memory.
As for the impatient muttering of the German soldier behind him, Cyril had already turned a deaf ear to it. He couldn’t understand it anyway, and even if he could understand it, he would not talk nonsense to a dying man.
After simply folding the clothes scattered on the floor, Cyril opened a drawer and while putting a pile of clothes in, he took out a knife for castrating cattle and sheep from the innermost side of the drawer. sharp knife.
Calmly putting it into his cuffs, Cyril went into his bedroom, pushed open the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and opened a piece of paper with only a slap in front of the soldier behind him. Large wooden floors.
Looking back and making a silent gesture to the young soldier, the veterinarian Cyril then motioned for him to lower his head and look into the lifted wooden floor.
The German soldier, whose curiosity had been aroused for a long time, subconsciously poked his head over, trying to see what treasure was hidden in the cracks of the floor.
However, the moment his neck passed the former's shoulder, Cyril, who had already held the sharp knife in his hand, stabbed upwards and gouged out, and then pulled sideways with all his strength. The overly curious young soldier had his trachea and arteries severed.
Throwing the knife in his hand onto the bed, veterinarian Cyril held the submachine gun in the opponent's hand with one hand, and at the same time pushed his shoulder against the opponent's still twitching body, overturning it on the bed.
Gradually, the body that was pressed under him finally stopped struggling. Cyril wiped the blood on his hands on the sheets, then walked to the window, carefully observing the familiar little people outside. village.
He didn’t know when the Germans quietly occupied this place, let alone where the other people in the village had gone, and why there were only some slow-moving old people left.
But he knew that before dark, he had to destroy the German tanks and artillery hidden here, otherwise Position 19 might not last long and would be bulldozed!
After calculating the distance to the artillery position, Cyril determinedHe looked at the artillery ammunition storage site less than a hundred meters away from him, as well as the several half-track armored vehicles filled with artillery shells around him.
He knew that as long as he could detonate those shells, the communication soldier Beshev and the artillery observer Kaze who were still waiting for him two kilometers away would definitely be able to hear it, and they would definitely guess that he was here. situation!
But how to pass the distance of 100 meters is a problem. The veterinarian Cyril walked around anxiously. He knew that there was not much time left for him. If it was delayed for too long, the four soldiers downstairs would Will definitely check it out.
"That heavy machine gun!" Cyril's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a grenade, ignited it and threw it out through the window. Before the grenade could explode, he ran down the stairs, aimed at the four Germans who looked at him in astonishment, and pulled the trigger!
The booming explosion of the grenade sounded almost at the same time as the gunfire. Cyril, a veterinarian who was nearly fifty years old, did not dare to delay. After throwing away the submachine gun in his hand, he moved the two corpses blocking the way as quickly as possible. , then forcefully dragged the simple wheeled gun mount of the heavy machine gun to make him spin in a circle, and then aimed at the artillery position vaguely visible outside the window and pulled the trigger!
The bullets fired by the ZB60 heavy machine gun with a caliber of 15 mm have a huge spread, but they can easily tear open the thin wooden door. Then he passed through the army horses that were grazing leisurely behind a house, and finally hit the hood of a half-track armored vehicle.
Cyril ignored the shouts outside the room and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullets carrying huge kinetic energy finally passed through the cargo of the half-track truck as expected. The bucket rails are tightly mounted on the shell shells of those 150mm howitzers!
Finally, a dazzling ball of fire exploded in the focus of veterinarian Cyril’s attention. Finally, the heavy machine gun in his hand had used up its short 40-round ammunition chain.
Cyril, who only felt that his eyes were going dark, looked down at the wound on his chest that was gushing dark red blood and the photo frame with only a photo frame left. His vision went dark, and he lay on the heavy machine gun and lost consciousness.
At the same time, the communications soldier Beshev and the artillery observer who were waiting in the forest outside the village immediately noticed the deafening and somewhat unexplained explosion.
"It seems to be coming from the direction of Cyril's village," communications soldier Beshev said in a low voice.
"Listening to the explosion, it sounds like he was killed in an explosion." The experienced Kaze responded in a low voice.
The two looked at each other after speaking, and they both saw the solemn look on the other's face.
"Could it be..."
Kazer had already gotten up before Beshev could finish speaking, "We have to go and take a look. Something must have happened to Uncle Cyril." ."
"And there must be Germans there, otherwise..." Beshev said here, but stopped abruptly, "Kaze, follow me, keep the distance between us. Zoom out a little further, there must be Germans there!”
Kaze nodded, picked up the radio set aside, waited for a moment with the submachine gun, and then quietly followed Beshev’s path.
The two people deliberately walked in a circle. When they were near the village, Kaze climbed directly onto the thick trunk of a pine tree to the highest point of the forest.
The view here is comparable to that below. Much better. With the help of the telescope, he could not only see the small village that was smoking thickly just a few hundred meters away, but even the Don River was looming at the end of his sight.
But this was good. The view did not make Kaze, who was hiding in the canopy, very happy. The artillery placed in a place where the thick smoke was steaming, the running German soldiers and even the tanks and armored vehicles parked scattered everywhere made his forehead feel red. Breaking out in cold sweats
However, before Kaze could put down the telescope, the communications soldier Beshev who was waiting under the tree suddenly pulled the trigger and looked crazily at the bushes in the distance. Shoot!
The sound of firefights at his feet made artillery observer Kaze subconsciously take off the Bobosha submachine gun on his shoulders, but the cold metal shell of the radio station carried behind him reached his palms. The touch calmed him down.
Looking at Beshef who was already leading the enemy to the distance under the tree, Kaze struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and turned on the radio on his back. He put the microphone to his mouth and said, "Don River, Don River, I am a hunting dog. "
"I am Don He, please speak. "
Kaze took one last look at the small village that was still glowing with fire, and replied in a hoarse voice, "square 18, longitude 22, latitude 19, please fire immediately..."