Chapter 1016: No longer tortured

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On the outskirts of Moscow, an inconspicuous small farm, the morning here is still so sunny, although occasionally the distant and hazy sound from the end of the earth can be heard, but everything here still maintains that peace and tranquility . ∽↗ At least the war has not spread here. The last time foreign troops passed by, it was still a matter of the Napoleonic era.
It has always been the pride of the Soviet Union to have the broadest and deepest land in the world. Other countries will never envy this kind of thing, just as these great powers in peacetime envy small ships and turn around. Don't really envy how these small countries can be used in a popular way, because those small countries are also envious of the large country's large population.
However, when the tanks of the Third Reich stayed in Ukraine and completed the task of defensive counterattack, Moscow was no longer the hopeless existence of Germany for Germany. After precise calculations, the German side has learned the farthest attack distance of their blitz battle. The entire German army seems to be a precision machine, and it is using its own best rhythm to fight the war they are most likely to win. .
A farmer woman, about 55 years old, carrying a huge pitchfork, frowned as she looked at the forest in the distance. Both her son and a daughter have joined the Soviet Red Army, and even her poor husband, who is almost sixty years old, has already carried a gun and defended his country.
So the only person left in the family who can work, or the only person left, is only her. She needs to do the heavy farm work herself to avoid losing the huge crops she is about to harvest.
It is a pity that the war situation in front of her really makes her not worried. The absence of news from her family is enough to bother her. The news from the passing population makes her worried. The German army had reached north of Moscow, but it was only a dozen kilometers away from her. This was the news she had received from the passing army a day ago, and the army hurried to the Ivankov Reservoir. The line of defense prevented the Germans from crossing the reservoir and heading south to Moscow region.
Soon the dull sounds of the earth appearing to be beaten by huge drumsticks came again. The peasant woman looked anxiously at the direction of the German army. After thinking about it, she finally put down her agricultural tools and hurried back to her home.
After all, it was the war years. She had packed up all the valuable things in her family and hid them under the few floors that she had hollowed out. If she encounters any troubles, she can leave this terrible place at the fastest speed and with the most money.
The woman who hurried home squeezed a few slices of bread under the plate into her mouth, then turned back to take out the baggage, and then hid in a safer place. She heard that the south and west are all front lines, and only when going east will there be a line of vitality.
The premonition that made her very uneasy once again hit her heart. Before she could take out her baggage, she heard a rapid knock on the door. The sound of knocking on the door at this time seemed so abrupt that the poor peasant woman jumped. However, the rapid knocking on the door did not stop, but became faster and more dense.
The peasant woman had to give up her plans to take out the burden, and after calming down, she went to the door and opened her door. Then she saw a group of Soviet infantry soldiers, some with helmets and some with a leather hat In short, a group of soldiers covered with blood and dust, carrying a wounded lying on a stretcher.
They did n’t talk nonsense, they pushed away the woman, and the wounded man spread the wounded man on the floor in the room. Several people went upstairs in leather boots and kicked the floor. Sounds.
"Any medicine?" A Soviet officer headed by a bandage was still wrapped around his shoulder. He leaned against the wall while gasping, and asked the peasant woman who was shocked by the blood stains and what happened in front of her: "You have here What medicine? "
"Wow!" Before the woman could answer anything, a Soviet soldier carrying a machine gun smashed the window of the room, pointed the black machine gun out of the cracked window, and pointed it at the street in front. His movements were so natural, as if he had never seen the owner of this room still here.
"Hey! I asked, do you have any medicine here?" The Soviet officer headed by that seemed a little impatient, because the humming sound of the wounded officer under his feet was really annoying. He loudly pulled the peasant woman back to reality from the shock of the broken glass, and then looked at the only unlucky woman in the room who was not a soldier with a eye.
"No ... no!" The peasant woman quickly waved her hand. She didn't know why these people rushed into their house and trampled on such unbridled destruction. Are they all Soviets after all? Why should we treat the civilians in our own country like this?
"The Germans crossed the Ivankov Reservoir this morning, and this is already the front line. We were rushed here by German tanks all the way from the reservoir defense line, so you are already the front line of our Soviet Union!" He said the longest paragraph after he walked into the room, and then closed his mouth.
Another soldier walked past the peasant woman and kindly reminded the woman: "Get out of here! Half an hour or a few minutes later, there will be a large number of German troops. We are ordered to stay on the defensive line, but you don't have to die here."
At this time, a soldier hurried downstairs hurriedly, still holding the scarf of the peasant woman hanging on the wall: "I found this, Comrade Captain! See if I can help the comrades of the political commissar to stop the blood. This room There is nothing, they have set up a sniper position on the second floor. "
"That's my scarf." The poor peasant squeezed out her very quiet defense from her mouth. Unfortunately, her words hadn't landed. The soldiers who hadn't taken off their shoes after entering the house were all hands and feet. Trapped that scarf on the wounded officer's wound on the stretcher.
"Ah?" Seemingly heard something, the soldier who pressed the scarf on the bleeding wound turned back and looked at the peasant woman fiercely.
"It's nothing ... There are still half a bottle of vodka in the kitchen. I hope it's useful." The woman pointed to the kitchen, and then shut her mouth consciously.
"Leave here!" Said the officer again, and then ignored the original owner of the room. And the poor old lady looked at the floor that was stretched by the stretcher, sighed helplessly, and turned to push away the house that had lived for decades.
As she walked out of the house, the old woman looked back at the woods in the distance, where birds flew in flocks, and the trees in the distance began to shake slightly. Obviously something was coming from there. From the beginning, she felt that there was something wrong in that direction.
Just for a while in her daze, a German leopard tank painted in field camouflage broke a tree branch and rushed out of the woodland. As a rural woman who has never seen a Soviet tank, the huge war machine made of steel is indeed enough to have a shocking effect on her.
"Boo!" Not far from the old woman's side, a Soviet soldier hiding behind a low wall, armed with his Mosinagan gun, opened fire on the German tank. The bullet hit the front armor plate of that tank and was ejected far and wide. It was only after this shot that the peasant woman discovered that Soviet soldiers were stationed throughout the village.
The German tank apparently did not intend to be polite to the Soviets in the village. The machine gun at the front of the car immediately roared. When the tracer hit the fences and bushes on the side of the village, it shattered the wood and plants. Soon the bullet hit the low wall of the firing Soviet infantry hideout, and sparks and bricks spattered everywhere in a flash.
The peasant woman saw a Soviet soldier hiding in the gutter waving at her violently, shouting something loudly in her mouth because she could not hear the gunshot. She turned her gaze to the low wall where a white smoke was shot, and found that the unbearable Soviet soldier rushed out of the low wall and hoped to escape to a safer place.
It's a pity that the guns and bullets didn't let him go. The bullet quickly penetrated his stomach, and then his shoulders and thighs. He instantly twitched and fell down, and he moved slightly on the ground. sound.
The blood splashing everywhere and the shining tracer shone, finally let the peasant woman realize that her present situation is very dangerous, so she forgot the Soviet soldier who waved to her in the ditch, ignoring the gesture that made her try to hide , Turned around and started running in the opposite direction.
At the same moment, the second German tank that rushed out of the woods pointed his thick barrel at the old woman's house in the village. With a loud bang, a grenade directly hit the corner of the house.
The exploded gravel and bricks were flying everywhere, and the room was instantly covered by the rising dust. The nearby Soviet military fire immediately silenced, and the battlefield was filled with white smoke.
A Soviet army, carrying his weapon, stooped and ran across the road in the village. Under his feet was the body of the lying peasant woman. The shrapnel hit the poor woman, so that she would no longer suffer from this terrible war ...