In the room of veterinarian Cyril, the five German soldiers looked at each other, and then one of the soldiers, who seemed to be 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. 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 the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor.
He hadn't been back for more than half a year, and the house had changed drastically. Not only were the furniture and floors covered in dust, but his and his daughter's personal belongings had also been rummaged through.
Cyril smiled flatteringly at the German soldier behind him. After looking around, 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 picked up the various things scattered on the ground.
Fold the clothes carefully and put them back in their original places 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 didn't intend to 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 sharp knife used to castrate cattle and sheep from the innermost side of the drawer.
Quietly putting it into his cuffs, Cyril went into his bedroom, pushed open the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and then lifted up a piece of wooden floor that was only as big as a palm in front of the soldier behind him.
Turning back and making a silent gesture to the young soldier, the veterinarian Cyril then motioned for the young soldier 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 then pulled horizontally with all his strength. The overly curious young soldier
The trachea and arteries were 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 the opponent's still twitching body with his shoulder, overturning it on the bed.
Gradually, the body pressed under him finally stopped struggling. Cyril wiped the blood on his hands on the sheets, then walked to the window and carefully observed the familiar small village outside.
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 looked intently at the artillery ammunition storage point less than a hundred meters away from him, as well as the surrounding half-track armored vehicles filled with artillery shells.
He knew that as long as those shells could be detonated, 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 something was wrong here!
But how to pass the distance of 100 meters was a problem. Cyril, the veterinarian, walked around anxiously. He knew that he didn't have much time left for him. If it dragged on for too long, the four soldiers downstairs would definitely come up to check.
"That heavy machine gun!" Cyril's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a grenade, lit it and threw it out the window. Before the grenade exploded, he ran down the stairs and aimed at a person.
The four Germans who looked at them in astonishment 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, and then dragged the corpse with all his strength.
The simple wheeled gun mount of the heavy machine gun made him spin in a circle, and then he 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 full 15mm caliber were extremely dispersed, but they easily tore open the thin wooden door. They then passed through the army horses grazing leisurely behind a house, and finally hit the engine of a half-track armored vehicle.
Cover.
Cyril didn't care at all about the shouts outside the room, he re-aimed and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullets carrying huge kinetic energy finally passed through the bedside of the half-track truck as expected, and hit hard.
On those 150mm howitzer shells!
Finally, a dazzling ball of fire exploded in the focus of veterinarian Cyril's gaze. Finally, the heavy machine gun in his hand had used up its short 40-round ammunition chain.
Cyril, who only felt his eyes turning black, lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest that was gushing dark red blood and the group photo 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," Signal Corpsman 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.
After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other, and they both saw the solemn look on the other's face.
"Will..."
Kaze got up before Beshev finished 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, you follow me, the two of us keep a little distance apart, there must be Germans there.
people!"
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 made 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 was much better than that below. 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 good view did not make Kaze hiding in the canopy very happy. The artillery placed in the place where the smoke was steaming, the running German soldiers and even the tanks and armored vehicles parked scattered everywhere made his
There were already streams of cold sweat breaking out on my forehead!
However, before Kaze put down the telescope, the communication soldier Beshev who was waiting under the tree suddenly pulled the trigger and fired wildly at the bushes in the distance!
The sound of firefights at his feet made artillery observer Kaze subconsciously take off the Bobosha submachine gun slung on his shoulders, but the touch of the cold metal shell of the radio station carried on his back to his palms calmed him down.
Looking at Beshev who had led the enemy to run away under the tree, Kaze struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and turned on the radio on his back, then put the microphone to his mouth, "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..."
