Chapter 151 Discovering Hedong Communist Youth League members
The autumn rain sprinkled on the Dnieper River, making the entire swamp wet. After the water level rose, everything was muddy. (〔? (([(
Even if it rains, the sentries still stick to their posts. They stand guard in the forest with their ponchos. Most of the sentries stretch out of the semi-burrow-style sentries, with the upper parts covered with branches. These are bunkers, usually used as hidden shelters.
Outposts, once a battle breaks out, bullets will be fired from these places, catching the enemy by surprise.
There are many such posts in the forest. Yang Mingzhi and others are very worried about German retaliation and must prepare for rainy days. The farthest post is twenty kilometers away from Catfish Village.
The rain kept falling, and the soldiers continued to work in this difficult environment. In extraordinary times, the army did not provide for idlers, and the outside sentries were vigilantly observing. They still gained a lot, that is, they intercepted some war refugees.
However, whether these people are refugees or German spies, they still need to be brought into the military camp to be screened carefully, which will make Yelentina and others busy.
On this day, more than a dozen intercepted people were brought into the interrogation room, and Yelentina reluctantly did her job as an interrogator. In fact, this was almost her old profession, as she was originally from the NKVD.
"Are these twelve people? Why are there still children!"
"That's it, these twelve people were brought back by the scouts," said the young female interrogator.
"Okay, okay, Sonya, you come to interrogate them, and I will watch from the side." Yelentina is too weak even on her own. As the division political commissar of the army, she, a young woman, has nothing to do with her official duties.
A lot of counterintelligence and investigation work must not be forgotten. She immediately started training her subordinates in the military camp.
Sonya is such a person, she is like a policewoman, and she starts questioning according to Yelentina's instructions.
I saw these twelve people, most of them women, a group of fat Russian aunts. They escaped with their luggage and their children.
There is nothing wrong with these aunties, and the ingredients are very simple.
"Because the Germans were killing people in the village, we escaped," said an aunt.
"What about your husband and your children?"
"Dead! All dead!"
This woman spoke very naturally and did not look depressed at all. Yelentina immediately became alert. After interrupting Sonya's question, she said seriously: "Say it again, your husband and your children.
do you died?"
"Dead, all dead," the woman said.
"Were he killed by the Germans?"
"Dead, all dead..."
The woman kept repeating this sentence. Yelentina is also a woman, and she understood a lot from this man's eyes. She couldn't help but said to herself: "Oh, there is nothing wrong with this woman, she cannot be a spy or something. I'm afraid
This man's family members have all been killed. Such a tragedy has made me heartbroken. If you ask these questions, you will just be indifferent. Soldier, please leave this man alone."
Among these people, there is absolutely no problem with the children, but the women are basically forced to flee. After everyone was searched, their luggage was also searched. They only carried some daily necessities and clothing, which were very ordinary things. These women were indeed
She's just an ordinary peasant woman.
The only ones who were suspicious were men. On this day, the sentry brought back two men. It was very special that they were both young people. This was very abnormal.
Logically speaking, young people in Belarus are basically recruited, and young men of the right age have no right to refuse, unless they are disabled. Therefore, when the 284th Division was defending the periphery of Minsk, most of the recruits who joined the army enlisted in this way. But very few
It is a pity that most of them died gloriously after several wars. They were not captured but died on the soil of the motherland, which is considered an honor.
However, the appearance of these two men was so suspicious that Yelentina simply interrogated them herself.
"Young man, tell me your address. Where are you from?"
"We come from the east of the Dnieper River! Comrade from the Ministry of Internal Affairs!" A man immediately saluted, and Yelentina was cheered up.
Because of this etiquette, this is not a military salute, but a courtesy of the Communist Youth League. "You! Comrade, are you a member of the Communist Youth League?"
"Yes! I think the Red Army comrades have made some mistakes. We are not spies trying to sneak in here, but we have received orders from our superiors to cross the Dnieper River and look for the Soviet Red Army hidden in the swamps."
"And the other one too?" Yelentina asked.
"Yes! I am Nikolai Ivanovich Belsky. He is Semyon Sergeyevich Virgin, and we are both members of the Komsomol."
Yelentina nodded. It seemed that the soldiers were too reckless. Before the interrogation, she only knew that yesterday, the villagers of the Blacksmith Village went fishing on the Dnieper River. In fact, it was a simple and crude fish fry. She did not expect the explosion.
Attracting a small boat, the militiamen immediately captured the boat, and everyone on board and everything they carried were captured.
The militiamen got used to seeing the two of them carelessly for a day, and the next day, they took their things, including their belongings, to the military camp in Catfish Village.
Each of them had a satchel with their IDs inside, but the satchel had been confiscated.
"So, you are members of the Communist Youth League, so where are the documents for both of you? Documents are more effective than words. Listen, I am from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you are spies, there will still be clues, no matter how good the documents are.
You will also make mistakes yourself."
During normal intervals, they would often show a little unnaturalness, and the sensitive Yelentina would notice it, but both of them were smiling confidently at the moment.
"But the documents have been confiscated by the soldiers!" Bielski said.
"Oh? Is there anything else?" Yelentina couldn't help but want to ask Sonya about this. "I am the political commissar of the division and I am very busy. Why didn't you tell me about the confiscation of things just now?"
Sonya couldn't help but scratch her head in embarrassment. She really didn't do her job well.
"Okay, order your people to get the things over quickly. They said there are documents in the backpack. I can understand a lot after taking a look."
Sonya stood up immediately, and soon she returned with her bag. The man immediately took out the messy things in the bag, acting very stiffly.
A good civil servant needs time to practice. Yelentina was too lazy to talk to Sonya and immediately checked these things. "Notebook, pen, and student ID card, Communist Youth League card. Haha, you are still a group of students."
"Of course, we are college students, majoring in literature, which seems to have nothing to do with war. But..."
"Don't talk yet." Yelentina sternly interrupted Belsky's ramblings, and she looked through the documents. She saw that they were both from the same school, and were actually sophomores at Ryazan University.
The student ID card is like this, and there are some interesting things recorded in the notebook. These two people are not keeping diaries. The notebooks are numbered with time, which seems to record the journey of the two people. "From Ryazan to Smolensk, and then
To Bryansk, and finally to us. You still have a long way to go."
"Of course, we responded to the leader's call and went deep into enemy-occupied areas, just like many guerrilla detachments that entered here. We are members of the Communist Youth League and want to fight on the front line, even if we sacrifice our lives. This is what our superiors have given us.
According to our orders, we and many of our classmates joined the local guerrillas just outside Bryansk. The two of us received orders to cross the Dnieper River and enter the swamps to find a special unit."
Jelentina nodded. The young man named Belsky said it very well. The two people's Communist Youth League certificates were stamped with a red official seal and a steel seal. What's more interesting, the binding needles were already somewhat rusty.
There are some incidents in this certificate. I saw that Bilski and Wilkin both joined the regiment in 1938. "You two are really old regiment members! I believe you and welcome you to the 284th Guards Infantry Division."
An invincible army that has experienced hundreds of battles!"
The two showed happy smiles, and Bielski continued: "Comrade, there is one more thing I must tell you. In the future, many of our comrades will cross the river, and our task is to join the guerrillas here and guide them.
The guerrillas obey the orders of their superiors and the guerrilla war has begun."
These words reminded Jelentina that what the army needs most now are soldiers. The joining of these two young people is just the beginning. In the future, more Communist Youth League members will travel thousands of miles through enemy-occupied areas and infiltrate into the swamp.
Land? This matter must be discussed carefully.
"Okay, you two will be assigned rooms soon. Since you are both literature majors, the army is in urgent need of professional clerks. For now, don't think about going to the battlefield with steel guns. The battle has just ended, and you will act as accountants.
There is a secretary, so I will share the worries of the political commissar." Yelentina wrote a note to arrange for them to leave, and hurried to the division headquarters. (To be continued.) 8