BXBX NOVEL Chapter 277: captive
The process of "capturing" was a bit embarrassing... The Soviet army thought that Shulka and others were Germans wearing Soviet military uniforms.
It was a cavalry lieutenant who led the troops up, and he led a company to surround the armored train, and several of them were riding horses. The horses and knights were covered in mud and blood, and they looked like they had burst in from the swamp. of.
Cavalry can still play a role in fast maneuvering in certain environments, such as swamps that are difficult for tanks to pass through, or snow. At the same time, horses can also be a good means of transportation during the frozen period. One of the reasons for maintaining cavalry formation for quite a long time.
"Open the door!" The cavalry lieutenant shouted majestically at the armored train, and at the same time pulled the horse's head to make the horse stand up and neigh, as if to kick the armored train away with a horseshoe.
"Comrade, don't shoot!" Shulka shouted extremely aggrieved: "We are our own people..."
Veterans and actors push open the car door.
The cavalrymen outside couldn't help being stunned when they saw them in Soviet-style uniforms, and they all turned their eyes to their lieutenant.
"Don't be fooled by them!" the cavalry lieutenant yelled, "They're Germans in our uniform! Put down your guns, you bastards, don't try to take me for 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 subordinates to put down their guns.
Shulka walked out with his hands raised and explained: "We are from the 4th Tank Brigade..."
"Shut your mouth, you **** lackey!" The cavalry lieutenant didn't listen to Shulka's explanation at all.
"I have the papers!" Shulka said: "It's in my coat pocket!"
A cavalryman stepped forward and took out his military officer's ID card from the pocket of Shulka's jacket, opened it and took a photo with a flashlight, and said: "He does have the ID card, it says it is the 333rd Regiment, the Fourth Tank Brigade..."
"The 4th Tank Brigade is on the other side of Tver at this time!" said the cavalry lieutenant. A detailed resume…”
The cavalry lieutenant said that Shulka knew that he could not convince this stubborn and stupid cavalry lieutenant, because anything that could prove his identity could be considered as forged by the Branfenburg troops.
Then, more terrifying things are yet to come.
A cavalryman asked: "What shall we do with them!"
The cavalry lieutenant thought for a while and replied: "We are breaking out, and there is no condition for keeping prisoners. They killed so many of our comrades...you know how to deal with it!"
Shulka stared at the "high" cavalry lieutenant with wide-eyed 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 execute the "captives" who might be his own rashly like this!
At this moment, the cavalryman holding the ID looked at the ID, then patted Shulka's face again, and said in surprise: "Comrade Lieutenant, they are our own people..."
"I said, they are the enemy!" The cavalry lieutenant was already a little hysterical.
"No, I know him!" said the cavalryman. "He is Shulka, the 'breakout hero'. I have seen his picture in the newspaper!"
This way everyone is 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, and we came from Klin to help you; we risked our lives Dangerous crossing the Volga bridge; we captured this armored train from the enemy and made it all the way here... But, you are going to shoot us?!"
The cavalry lieutenant didn’t seem to be sober until now. He jumped off the horse, took the military officer’s card from the cavalry, flipped it over, and asked the cavalry, “Are you sure he is the ‘Breakout Hero’?”
"Yes!" The cavalry nodded, and then looked at Shulka and the instructor, realizing that he might have made a big mistake.
The cavalry lieutenant handed the certificate back to Shulka in embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry, comrade, you know..."
"No, I don't know!" Shulka snatched the certificate from the cavalry lieutenant, and asked through gritted teeth: "Now, can we get back our weapons, comrade lieutenant?"
"Of course!" The cavalry lieutenant nodded.
The instructor walked up Shi Shiran, took out a notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket, and asked in a cold tone: "Your name, Comrade Lieutenant!"
The cavalry lieutenant's face suddenly turned pale, like snow on the branches.
"This is a misunderstanding, Comrade Instructor!" The cavalry lieutenant was half short: "The Germans are very cunning..."
"Name?" The instructor interrupted the cavalry lieutenant unceremoniously.
"Ilyic, comrade instructor!" The cavalry lieutenant replied helplessly.
"Troop number?" The instructor continued to ask coldly.
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Shuerka knew that the instructor was really angry.
So, from this moment on, the cavalry lieutenant's future is in jeopardy.
"I think I need to thank you!" Shulka walked towards the cavalryman who recognized him: "Otherwise we might have become cold corpses at this moment!"
"This is what it should be, Comrade Ensign!" The cavalry replied: "Comrade Ensign, I wonder if I can intercede for Lieutenant Iliich?"
"Yes!" Shulka replied: "But it won't work!"
Looking at the suspicious eyes of the cavalryman, Shulka explained: "Even if the comrade instructor is willing to let him go, no one else will let him go, understand?"
The cavalryman didn't speak, he knew that Shulka was right, Lieutenant Ilyich's mistakes were enough for him to be court-martialed.
The troops flocked to Tver like a tide, and the German army collapsed under the attack of the Soviet army on both sides. Soon there was news that the two armies would join forces.
Cheers soon resounded throughout Tver.
Shuerka returned to the armored train, lit a cigarette with the instructor, and then looked out the window as there was still no sound of gunfire, feeling a sense of exhaustion in his heart.
If he was in the flames of war before, he was always in fear and struggle, but now, he is tired of it.
He was tired of this kind of killing, tired of this danger, and even more tired of this kind of beast-like cruelty.
However, he is powerless to fight against this world, and can only drift forward again and 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.
(end of this chapter)