As a result, the armored train was "captured" by the Soviet army again.
The "capture" process was a bit embarrassing...the Soviet army thought that Shulka and others were Germans wearing Soviet military uniforms.
The one who led the troops up was a cavalry lieutenant. He led a company to surround the armored train. Several of them were riding war horses. The war horses and knights were covered in mud and blood, and they looked like they had burst in from a swamp.
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Cavalry can still play a role in rapid maneuvering in certain environments, such as swamps that are difficult for tanks to cross, or snow. At the same time, horses can also become a good means of transportation during ice periods. This is also the case in the Soviet Union.
One of the reasons why the cavalry was maintained for a long period of time.
"Open the door!" the cavalry lieutenant shouted majestically toward the armored train. At the same time, he pulled the horse's head to make the horse stand up and hiss, as if he was going to kick the armored train away with his hoofs.
"Comrade, don't shoot!" Shulka shouted with great grievance: "We are our own people..."
Veterans and actors pushed open the car door.
The cavalry outside couldn't help but be startled when they saw them wearing Soviet-style military uniforms, and all turned their attention to their lieutenant.
"Don't let them fool you!" the cavalry lieutenant shouted: "They are Germans, they just wear our uniforms! Put down your guns, you bastards, don't think of me as a fool!"
"Put down your guns!" the cavalry shouted, "raise your hands and come out one by one!"
In desperation, Shulka could only order his men to put down their guns.
Shulka walked out with his hands raised and explained: "We are from the Fourth Tank Brigade..."
"Shut your mouth, you **** lackey!" The cavalry lieutenant didn't listen to Shulka's explanation at all.
"I have my ID!" Shulka said, "It's in my jacket pocket!"
A cavalryman stepped forward and took out his military officer's ID card from Shulka's coat pocket, opened it, shined it with a flashlight, and said, "He does have the ID card. It says he is the 333rd Regiment, the 4th Tank Brigade..."
"The 4th Tank Brigade is on the other side of Tver at this time!" said the cavalry lieutenant: "The documents can't mean anything. Haven't you heard of the German Branfenburg troops? They even have families, and there are
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When the cavalry lieutenant said this, Shulka knew that he could not convince this stubborn and stupid cavalry lieutenant, because anything that could prove his identity could be considered to be forged by the Branffenburg troops.
Then, something more terrifying is yet to come.
One of the troopers asked: "What shall we do with them!"
The cavalry lieutenant thought for a while and replied: "We are breaking out and there are no conditions for keeping prisoners. They have killed so many of our comrades... You know how to deal with it!"
Shulka stared at this "high and mighty" cavalry lieutenant with wide eyes in disbelief.
He knew that this guy might have lost his mind because his troops suffered heavy casualties during the breakout, but he couldn't just rashly execute a "prisoner" who might be one of his own!
At this moment, the cavalryman holding the certificate looked at the certificate, then looked at Shulka's face, and then said in surprise: "Comrade Lieutenant, they are our own people..."
"I said, they are enemies!" The cavalry lieutenant was already a little hysterical.
"No, I recognize him!" the cavalryman said: "He is Shulka, the 'breakout hero'. I have seen his picture in the newspaper!"
Then everyone was silent.
"Yes, he is the breakout hero!" The instructor stood up: "As you heard, we are from the 333rd Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the 4th Tank Brigade. We came from Klin to help reinforce you; we risked our lives
Crossing the Volga Bridge in danger; we captured this armored train from the enemy and fought it all the way here...but, you are going to shoot it?!"
The cavalry lieutenant seemed to have become more awake until now. He jumped off the horse, took the officer's certificate from the cavalry, opened it, looked at it, and then asked the cavalry: "Are you sure he is the 'breakout hero'?"
"Yes!" The cavalryman nodded, and then looked at Shulka and the instructor. He realized that he might have made a big mistake.
The cavalry lieutenant awkwardly handed the certificate back to Shulka and said: "I'm sorry, comrade, you know..."
"No, I don't know!" Shulka took the certificate from the cavalry lieutenant and asked through gritted teeth: "Now, can we get our weapons back, comrade lieutenant?"
"Of course!" the cavalry lieutenant nodded.
The instructor walked up calmly, took out a notebook and pen from his coat pocket, and asked in a cold tone: "Your name, Comrade Lieutenant!"
The cavalry lieutenant's face suddenly turned pale, like the snow on the branches.
"This is a misunderstanding, comrade instructor!" The cavalry lieutenant was half shorter: "The Germans are very cunning..."
"Name?" the instructor interrupted the cavalry lieutenant unceremoniously.
"Ilyich, comrade instructor!" the cavalry lieutenant replied helplessly.
"Unit number?" the instructor continued to ask coldly.
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Shulka knew that the instructor was really angry.
Therefore, from this moment on, the future of this cavalry lieutenant was in doubt.
"I think I need to thank you!" Shulka walked towards the cavalryman who recognized him: "Otherwise we might have become cold corpses by now!"
"That's right, Comrade Second Lieutenant!" the cavalryman replied: "Comrade Second Lieutenant, I wonder if I can ask a favor for Lieutenant Ilyich?"
"Yes!" Shulka replied: "But it won't be useful!"
Looking at the cavalryman's confused eyes, Shulka explained: "Even if Comrade Instructor is willing to let him go, others are not willing to let him go. Do you understand?"
The cavalryman didn't say anything. He knew that Shulka was right. Lieutenant Ilyich's mistakes were enough to warrant a military court.
Troops rushed towards Tver like a tide. The German army collapsed under the attack from both sides by the Soviet army. News of the rendezvous between the two armies soon came from the front.
Cheers soon resounded throughout Tver.
Shulka returned to the armored train, lit a cigarette with the instructor, and then looked out the window at the still silent gunfire, feeling a sense of exhaustion arise in his heart.
If he had been in fear and struggle when he was in the war before, then now, he is tired of it.
He was tired of this killing, tired of this danger, and even more tired of this beast-like cruelty.
However, he was unable to fight against the world and could only drift forward time and time again.
Shulka didn't know what the result would be. He only knew that survival didn't seem to be that important to him anymore.