Chapter 1733: Fourteen. Yam Liza (2)

"Please get off, Mr. Ensign National Security."
The small sprinter quickly ran to the border guard sergeant on the side of the co-pilot and saluted a salute in the car. The young sergeant's eyes twitched when he saw the big blue brim hat.
"Okay, sergeant."
Probably after getting used to this kind of reaction, the second lieutenant smiled kindly, and placed the submachine gun resting on his thigh next to the door, opened the door and got out of the car.
In front of you was a standard border guard post, two machine gun bunkers, a patrol squad, two barricades with wood and barbed wire, and a green wooden sentry box painted with border guards.
It's interesting to say. In theory, the Principality's border guards only accept the leadership of Okrana's "General Administration of Frontier Defense and Internal Affairs" under administrative management, and are not subject to the restraint of the army. The military caps are also unique green grass. However, this unit is not a military unit in the field of military sense. It is just a conventional border patrol and guard unit. The equipment is mainly light weapons, and the training and tasks undertaken are mostly border guarding, smuggling and smuggling. Anti-spyware is just their sideline.
It is said that they are two systems under the same department, but in fact due to the difference in authority, the grass-green big brim hat always meets the blue hat. The sergeant of the frontier guard dared to stop the two trucks in front of him. When he saw a blue hat sitting inside, he dared to let the other party get off and show his ID. It was already quite courageous that the lieutenant gave this brave sergeant. There was a trace of interest.
But a little interest and goodwill soon disappeared after he got out of the car.
"Sergeant..."
He paused, biting his unlit cigarette and pouting his lips not far away.
"That is how the matter."
Several wooden sticks were bundled into a gallows, a hanged corpse swayed in the wind, and the old face was full of pain and despair.
The gallows and public executions are not unusual in wartime, deserters, spies, saboteurs, prisoners of war...all may be hung somewhere. Generally speaking, spears, deserters, and anarchists are often hung on the gallows in the rear. The most hangers on the front are soldiers who use submachine guns, shotguns, and flamethrowers. Occasionally, there are people who like to touch at night. The assault grenadier of the enemy's trench edge smashing the grenade.
An old man in military uniform was hanged by the border guard post, which is really not common.
"It's not a good view to see the dead every day. If it's me, never let the gallows appear within a hundred meters."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Ensign."
The clever sergeant took out the match, lit the cigarette for the second lieutenant, and his face was uneasy.
"The gendarmerie's hands. Obviously it was the recruiting office that made the wrong name. It should have called an eighteen-year-old boy named Pobchinsky. As a result, the bureaucrats who did paperwork misread the letters and called for a man named Dobchinsky. 60-year-old old man (the Principality uses the Cyrillic alphabet, the difference between \'Д\' and \'Л\' is only a bit below, if careless or writing or printing problems, it is indeed easy to make mistakes). The battalion commander in the boot camp was a good person, and after understanding the matter, he let the old man go home. But when the old man left, he forgot to bring the officer's instructions, and he was wearing a military uniform, so we stopped and sent someone On horseback to verify the situation. At this time, the military police did not know that the sound of the deserter was heard, so they sent a military police major to bring the execution team and the completed execution verdict, and hanged the old man there. The talents who verify the situation will return after five minutes."
"I don't care about this?"
The second lieutenant's face was wrinkled, and the shrivelled body not far away was still dangling. The wooden sign hanging on his neck read "I am a shameful deserter" in red paint.
Capturing deserters and enforcing battlefield discipline is indeed the work of the military police. When deserters and droves are increasing, it is very common to use tactics to curb deserters. It is also common to encounter a case of wrongdoing, false and wrong, and the more unfavorable the situation is, the more indiscriminate and wrongful killings will be.
Since the war has reached a stalemate confrontation, there have been more and more deserters. In addition to the strengthening of control in various public places and transportation facilities, the checkpoints on the traffic line also largely catch deserters on a part-time basis. I ran into a bad luck who didn't have a certificate or an order, because there were some people who were suffering from the situation and even lost their lives. Anyway, it’s wartime now, and it’s common to think that
this is okay?
.
But this time is different. Not to mention that this is an injustice in itself. The gendarmerie dared to rob someone who fell into the hands of the Okrana Border Guard and executed the hangman in front of everyone. This is no longer a battlefield discipline, it is a demonstration against Okrana.
The gendarmes of the Principality have always been known for their brutality and brutality, and the military system's aversion to it is second only to Okrana.
"It is said that the second-class civil servant in charge of registration and verification is the son of a general, so--"
The sergeant didn't say anything very interesting, and the lieutenant no longer delved.
Speaking of it here, it is not clear that this is a case of "eating" in order to cover up the negligence and simply killing and killing the mouth, which is too stupid.
Today, from the government offices to the military, the Principality is full of bureaucracy. A simple action may have to go through several procedures and find a bunch of unnecessary departments to stamp. An old man who was erroneously recruited because he got his name wrong was just one of the many victims of the huge bureaucratic machine in order to protect his own mess of interests. Facing this huge and bureaucratic bureaucratic monster, the cruel Oklaana had to be scrupulous.
The misalignment of bureaucratic groups is the main reason. For centuries, the tentacles of aristocratic doormen have spread all over the country. All the important departments in the country are controlled by noble children, and some departments that are completely unnecessary are full of nobles who eat mixed deaths. In the face of such a large and powerful interest group, of course, O'Crana can't easily shoot. Not to mention that there are a considerable number of noble military officers and civilian bureaucrats within Okrana. It is impossible for Okrana to strike against bureaucratic groups.
So when confronted with this kind of thing, Okrana can only keep silent, when nothing happens.
"...It's such a bad guy."
With a sigh, the second lieutenant spit out the cigarette that was about to burn to his lips and stomped it hard. Then took out the document from the jacket pocket and handed it to the sergeant.
"The 233rd Independent Internal Service Battalion of the Bureau for the Protection of Public Safety and Order, Ensign Boris Andreyevich. Shablin."
The sergeant turned his head down, glanced at the photo, and then looked up at Lieutenant Shablin.
"We received an order to go to the Yalizha stronghold to carry out the mission."
After receiving the military card handed back, Lieutenant Shablin took out his pocket watch, looked at the pointer, and asked some unpleasantly:
"We are in a hurry, sergeant, this is an important task explained above."
"I understand, but we received an order from the Yalizar stronghold headquarters to temporarily block the road to the stronghold. Unless there is a written order from the stronghold headquarters or the headquarters of the Public Security and Order Bureau, we can only wait for a new order. "
The sergeant's apology, this is the fourth time he answered the same system today.
I don’t know what the officials who crouched in the stronghold suddenly went crazy. Since yesterday afternoon, they have ordered the blockade of the traffic line. All personnel and troops trying to get close to Yam Liza must stand by at the checkpoint and wait for their department. The competent authority at the higher level shall verify the identity before releasing it. Finally, it is particularly noted that even the national security department and the nobility of the princes are no exception. Anyone who tries to punch the card can be shot immediately without warning.
There is such a command, although the following execution unit will be more difficult to be a person, but it can be regarded as a part of the responsibility. Even if the stopped person is full of complaints, it is not easy to attack on the spot. So was the second lieutenant Shablin in front of him.
"It's so we should go out early."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ensign, you will pass as soon as the check is over."
The sergeant shrugged and said:
"Would you like to clean your shoes first? My men are good shoeshine."
"Well, I always have to wait anyway."
The second lieutenant handed over a good cigarette, hesitated a moment, and the sergeant took the cigarette in a hurry.
Tobacco has always been a fixed supply for the Principality Army. In addition to the "water of life" in the military life of the Principality soldiers, the most essential thing is the distribution of 100 grams of tobacco leaves per month. In the past, smoking was done with a pipe or hookah, but now it is wrapped around with straw paper. Such high-grade cigarettes, which are carefully baked and packaged, cannot be enjoyed by the lower and middle-ranking officers of the Army and Border Guards, and the special presence of the Okrana Internal Forces can be obtained.
"You came from Pskov, Mr. Ensign."
The cigarette was lit, and the sergeant took a big gulp, throwing the matchstick to the ground, and extended his foot to stamp it out.
"How did you know?"
"I have a cousin who is serving as a soldier in the 233 independent internal battalion. You may know him. The second-class soldier of Lavlenko is tall and has a scar on his face."
"Um... I don't know."
Lieutenant Shablin dusted the ashes and tried to think about it for a bit of a wry smile.
"What was transported behind the car? Mr. Ensign."
The sergeant put his matchbox in his back and asked with a cigarette.
"Ah, there is nothing, just a set of equipment..."
Lieutenant Shablin turned and looked at the truck. At the moment he turned around, he had a Mosinagan gun pistol in his hand. The hammer had been pulled down, and the muzzle of the black hole was pushed up. Forehead.
"A set of equipment called'terrorists'."
The affable "Sergeant Shablin" smiled with a little regret. The next second, the submachine gun that was already ready to go sounded. The soldier who just wanted to raise the rifle or was about to open the machine gun insurance was instantly swept to the ground. Eighty bullets swept away in a blink of an eye, and none of them went empty.
The rate of fire and reliability of the water-cooled heavy submachine gun fully fulfilled the designer's expectations~EbookFREE.me~ Except for the sergeant, the border guard soldiers of the two classes had no chance of resistance, and all fell to the pool of blood. in.
"Sergeant, things could have ended in a more peaceful manner. If you put your hands behind your back and make gestures, the soldiers behind you are too stupid to write everything on our faces, we actually don't have to face such a situation. "
"Sergeant Shablin" is still a pity. The sergeant who was pointed at the head of the gun seems to have accepted his destiny, and his face is indifferent.
Not knowing whether it was out of sympathy or admiration, the attacker asked in a gentle tone:
"When did you find out, Sergeant."
"When you sighed for the old man, since I was doing this business, the people of the internal forces never sighed for the dead. When the military card is opened, there is no problem with the stamp, signature, and photo. The stainless steel nails can be used for binding And, under normal circumstances, the rusty nails are used. When you step on the cigarette and hand it over, I am more sure. Now that the high-grade cigarettes are out of stock, even the internal forces will collect them after smoking. Pick up the cigarette butts and collect the shredded tobacco. In addition, your soft-shell cigarette case has an opening at the bottom, which is the only way to get cigarettes on the battlefield. In the end, Lavlenko is not a second-class soldier, but a battalion staff."
"Look at my memory, I have long forgotten that this is not a battlefield without toilet paper on the toilet. I always worry that I will get a cigarette full of feces."
The attacker, who was pointed out a lot of flaws, shook his head.
"I advise you to surrender. My people should have arrived at the Yarmiza base this time. The troops that will be searched will arrive soon. You have no chance."
"Maybe, it's just that you don't have a chance to see what the ending is."
Nodded at the determined and brave face, the attacker pulled the trigger without hesitation.