This is a truth that the Little Ivansky Guerrilla Brigade has tested with blood. Whether this truth is really reliable, at least they think so.
The intruders are hundreds of people with loaded guns and ammunition. It is impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy for the time being, so we assume they are enemies by default.
Therefore, even though Ivaniko and his men shouted desperately, the people in the grass remained unmoved.
Even a few armed men were muttering: "Ivan, I think this Ivaniko has also mutinied! The rumbling of artillery in Loev must be a trick done by the Germans to pretend that the Soviet army is attacking the city and thus lure
Let’s all leave.”
"Nikita, you have a rich imagination, but you also have some sense! I don't dare to come out rashly, or even shoot. I suspect that these people are traitors to the great motherland!"
"Yes, let's hide it. They will never find it. If it is really exposed, then we will fight to the death and kill the traitor Ivaniko first."
At the same time, Ivaniko never expected that his words could lead to misunderstandings.
The main body of the guerrilla brigade is actually not far away. They are always concerned about the situation, and no one dares to act rashly. When the people in the team heard those shouts, they couldn't help but feel moved. Maybe, that is really the army of the motherland? Is it coming?
To save everyone?
Ivansky, the captain and village chief, no longer dared to believe it. The last tragedy that caused the team to lose 200 people was that he believed the traitor. When everyone sacrificed their lives, they discovered that what greeted them was not the Soviet army, but the Soviet army.
It's a group of puppet soldiers wearing black uniforms with machine guns, and the damn Germans!
However, this time was special. Loyev's artillery fire came every few hours. This had never happened before. Besides, he also learned that the guerrillas in Pripet Swamp in the south were very powerful. If they attacked Loyev
Husband, are the people here the friendly forces of Pripet?
The guerrilla brigade is in a dilemma. Who can break this embarrassment?
In the grass, a nine-year-old boy was being held down by his mother.
The child felt very uncomfortable and complained softly.
"If you bear with me a little longer, we will be safe after these people leave!" the woman soothed in a low voice.
"Mom, I still feel uncomfortable!"
"Stop talking! If the Germans find us, they will kill you."
"Them? Are they really German? Isn't that Uncle Ivaniko? Where is my father? Is he there too?"
The child talked about his father, and the woman was in a panic. Her husband participated in the "grain grabbing operation". They went to blow up trains to grab grain, but there is still no accurate information. The woman did not dare to come forward but she was sure whether she was here.
My husband also very much hopes that his husband is still alive.
However, if the husband surrenders to the enemy, it means the breakdown of the marriage. A woman will never accept her husband as a traitor.
The child's ears are very good. After all, he is his father's son and is extremely sensitive to his father's voice.
Suddenly, the little boy arched his body while his mother was not paying attention.
"Hey, don't move!" His mother continued to hold his slender arm.
However, the child struggled to break away from the shackles of the wooden tool and said excitedly: "I heard my father's voice, I want to find my father!"
There was a sudden rustle in the grass, and the Soviet soldiers with loaded guns reflexively pointed their guns in the direction of the sound.
"Dad! Dad!"
A childish voice came leisurely, and the nervous soldiers lowered their guns one after another.
Then, under the dim light, a little boy in ragged clothes emerged from the grass like a small beast.
The child's father was in the team, and his son's voice was familiar to him.
"Sasha, I'm here!"
The father rushed over. He saw his son's small body clearly, picked him up and kissed the child's little face several times.
"Sasha, where is your mother?"
"She is there, along with other uncles and aunts."
The child's thinking is simple, and he has no intention of being distracted by whether these hundreds of people are enemies or friends. As long as his father is here, he is very safe.
Tepunov made a quick decision. He really didn't have time to waste time. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers rushed over one after another.
Seeing this, the people in ambush also stood up one after another. Because they no longer had the need to hide. Since the child was safe, why should they hide it anymore?
The mother of the child left the grass, and the family of three hugged each other and cried bitterly, as if they had reunited after being separated for a long time.
As a father, he quickly took out a few baked potatoes and stuffed them into the hands of his wife and son.
"You! Where did you get this?! It's still familiar!" the woman asked nervously.
"These Red Army soldiers gave it to me. They came to attack Loyev City. This place will be used as a battlefield. After learning of our existence, they were ordered to take us all away."
"Really? Where are we going?"
"It's Pripet Swamp!" The man pointed to the south. "I heard that there is a very smart general there, and he plans to conduct a big battle here. Those domineering Germans and traitors will soon be
They were wiped out. They avenged us, and then our family of three went to the swamps in the south, where we had baked potatoes to eat every day."
Hearing this, the woman shed tears of joy.
All misunderstandings were resolved, and the village chief, who was watching, confirmed that the intruders were indeed the army of the motherland. Then there was nothing to be afraid of, and all four hundred people who were still alive and strong showed up and returned to their camp.
Already trapped in the dark forest, a large number of hungry people in ragged clothes came out. Their number surprised Tepunov, and their slovenly appearance and skinny figure shocked him even more.
Tepunov shouted loudly: "I heard that you are villagers of Little Ivansky Village. Is your village chief still there? If so, come to me!"
"I'm here!" Village leader Ivansky raised his broken wooden walking stick and walked slowly to Tepunov.
Let’s talk about the village chief’s appearance. Due to the lack of a razor, he has a long beard. As he gets older, the hair all over his body has turned gray. He lacks good clothes and is actually wearing a patched German uniform.
He wears a top and casual trousers. His image is more like a figure from two to three hundred years ago, or a wizard hiding in the forest in the Middle Ages.
In short, this man and his villagers are a textbook interpretation of what war refugees are.
Not only were they poorly dressed, but the so-called weapons of those armed men were also of shockingly inferior quality. Except for the Mosin Nagants that some people had privately collected and the enemy Mauser rifles captured in several battles, the remaining gun holders,
What they call guns are basically muskets used for hunting.
They even use weapons from the 17th century, and their combat effectiveness is basically non-existent.
The paratroopers had already prepared a large amount of food. They took off their backpacks and showed off the baked potatoes in their hands, which quickly attracted a large number of people.
Men and women, driven by hunger, gathered around them one after another. After receiving the baked potatoes, they ate crazily without even removing the burnt skin and hardened soil on them.
And when the soldiers showed them flour, the refugees felt that they had been saved.
The troops successfully found the "Little Ivansky Guerrilla Brigade", and the first task after that was to feed them!
Those clay pots holding fish or wild vegetables discarded the food one after another, and replaced the water with new water to cook the porridge. Some people who couldn't wait even grabbed a handful of flour and put it in their mouths, just with some
The lake water swallowed it.
This behavior was quickly controlled by the soldiers. Under Tepunov's order, the paratroopers did not dare to follow the temper of this group of hungry refugees.
After the refugees were controlled, they could only wait patiently for the porridge to be cooked and the dough on wooden sticks to be baked.
At the same time, Tepunov was sitting by the campfire, talking to the village chief who was crying with joy.