Because he heard the fierce exchange of fire, Reichev did not dare to rush in any more.
He made several pieces of jewelry and divided his troops into two to move towards the target area.
When Shikaf was already angry and began to check the friendly troops who were injured or killed due to an own mistake, his comrades finally arrived. It was still because of the thick fog that the newly arrived troops could not distinguish whether the black shadow was an enemy or a friend.
This is like a dark forest, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, if you see a black shadow, you are an enemy by default.
An own-goal happened again, bullets crackling on the burning front of the car.
Shikaf could hear the gunfire of the SVT40, and he shouted angrily: "Idiots! You are beating your own people! I am the commander of the first company!"
Reichev was shocked when he heard this, and he immediately ordered him to get angry.
Soon, the battalion commander, who was full of questions, arrived at the scene of the incident. He stood in front of the derailed train and sighed for a while, and then he couldn't wait to find out his question yesterday - what exactly were these trains pulling.
As for Shikaf, he didn't have time to take care of it. He led a dozen people and ran directly to the undamaged carriage. Skilled people used bullets to break the iron lock, and then struggled to lift the door.
In this way, a large number of large, round, coarse sacks were stuffed layer by layer throughout the carriage. Reichev leaned over and took a sniff.
"Wow! These are actually flour! So much flour, we found a treasure!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers around him cheered! One soldier pulled out his dagger, stabbed it into the sack excitedly, then pressed it with his hand and stuffed some powder into his mouth.
He shouted excitedly: "Batalion Commander, it is indeed flour! Great, let's move these back and we can eat bread for a while!"
"Yes! It seems that I need to make everyone anxious and try my best to take away the flour before taking action."
He was excited by the fact that he found a large amount of flour. The next step was to deal with Shikaf. They were supposed to be fighting the German troops escorting the flour. It seemed that the battle was over. Did they capture anyone alive?
However, when he really looked into it and looked at the armed men in civilian clothes, he instantly understood the reason for all this.
The situation was beyond Rychev's medical knowledge. The armed men were indeed guerrillas, and he immediately began to interrogate them.
One of the leaders stood up: "I am Ivan Ivaniko, coming from the Denipula swampland in the north. Who are you? You look like regular Red Army troops. You are indeed different from those puppet troops.
Same."
After all, this was an interrogation of them. Reichev coughed twice: "We are indeed a regular army! I will tell you about our affairs later. Now, tell us everything about you. What is Denipla Zedi? How many of you are there?
?How many men are there to fight? What do you know about the city of Loev? How many Germans are there? What are the puppet troops? You must explain it clearly."
This burst of questions made the guerrilla squad leader dizzy.
He did not rush to answer, but stretched out his right hand: "We are starving, do you have anything to eat? I will tell you everything after I eat something."
"Soldier, give each of these men a cooked potato."
These potatoes were boiled yesterday and are temporarily used as part of today's rations. Most soldiers have therefore reserved some. Boiled potatoes have no taste and are even a little sour. But for the hungry guerrillas, they are already a delicacy.
tasty.
Squad leader Ivaniko was eating potatoes and his body seemed to be full of strength. Now he completely believed that these people wearing Red Army uniforms were indeed the real Red Army and not the puppet army.
He quickly gave a sincere explanation of his identity.
"We are not residents here, we are from the east side of the river.
In July last year, the Germans came in. They occupied our village and killed all the Soviet members in the village. We were controlled by the Germans and were asked to provide them with a large amount of food. We did so, but the Germans
People also asked our daughter to serve them, so we had no choice but to agree."
"Damn! You actually did this!" Reichev clenched his fists.
"But, what else can we do? Some people tried to resist, and as a result, the whole family of the resister was controlled by them and hanged in front of the whole village, including their children! After that, the German troops stationed there left and stayed
We recruited some German agents. They are Ukrainians like me, but they ordered us to kill our Russian neighbors in the village. This is unacceptable to us! We have lived together for a long time, and we can't do it!
"
"And after that?"
"After that, some Red Army soldiers who were separated from the main force fled to our village. These people called on us to resist. At first no one was willing, but the Germans ordered us to hand over all the food. It was already autumn. If there was no food,
We will all freeze to death and starve to death in the winter. Since we will definitely die if we don't resist, our whole village decided to resist. We killed the village manager with the only weapons we had, and then the whole village fled collectively.
There were 800 people who escaped together. Everyone made it across with a small amount of luggage and food, and we settled in the swamp area.
However, after a winter, some people still froze to death and starved to death. But what caused a large number of deaths among our villagers was the encirclement and suppression by the enemy."
Having said this, the team leader immediately gritted his teeth!
Reichev was very touched by this story. Most of the people who fled into the Pripet Swamp had similar experiences. He once thought that after landing in the swamp, he would fight the enemy in the forest and mud pond. He never thought that
It really landed, but it turned into a heart-wrenching journey.
He continued to ask: "What happened next?"
"Later? We once had more than 800 people, but now we have only 400! In January, the enemy raided our camp. Our weapons were weak and we were hungry. Everyone fled in all directions, including many slow-running women.
The children were killed by the enemy. The enemy was not the real German army. We later learned that they were some Belarusians who betrayed the motherland and were killing us Ukrainians crazily!"
Reichev nodded: "We can all understand your anger. In past battles, we captured many traitors who served Germany, and there was only one ending for them. They were convicted of treason and sentenced to death!"
The sad and angry squad leader showed a smile of relief, and he suddenly asked urgently: "Sir! You are a regular army, and it seems that you have a lot of troops. What purpose are you carrying out? Isn't it right? You want to attack Loev? It's really too much
Well, the traitors I mentioned are stationed in the city, and they are the ones who killed our women and children! We have no ability to avenge, you must avenge us!"
"Let's continue talking about your affairs!"
The squad leader continued to explain their life experiences.
Speaking of which, they are somewhat similar to those of the 17th Guerrilla Brigade. They both experienced serious casualties in the last winter. The difference is that the population of this guerrilla group hiding in the Denipra swamp is
The number remained at more than 400 people. When spring came, they were able to catch wild ducks and fish in the swamps to satisfy their hunger. They also tried to cultivate some potatoes, but the yield was pitiful.
Because many old people and children died, objectively they had a lot less worries, and most of the survivors were men with fighting ability. Therefore, after the spring, these guerrillas began to try to take revenge, and the first one to bear the brunt was the attack on Loev
Harassment has been a big success on this railway line.
They used explosives to create powerful mines, and that was how they succeeded in derailing the train today. In fact, this was the first time they had done this.
After hearing his explanation, Reichev was quite satisfied. He continued to ask: "Okay! Your guerrilla group should have a name. What is your name?"
"We? In the past, our village was called Little Ivansky Village. We didn't have a definite name, and we didn't get in touch with our superiors!"
"Okay! Then I'll call you the Little Ivansky Brigade."