Five Hundred and Sixty Six Lives

In the gloomy woods, a Soviet Red Army soldier is holding a rifle and aiming at an armored train rumbling past the railway. His eyes were determined, as if determined to die with his opponent.

"Don't shoot! If you shoot, we will all be finished!" Beside him, a middle-aged Soviet Red Army soldier holding a gun whispered: "There are at least 3,000 people here. If the Germans come, we will die." Dead."

The young Soviet soldier was still holding his gun, and his muzzle trembled slightly. He had already seen the German soldiers standing on the train wagon, and looked at the other party standing on the specially set lookout position on the armored train. , the same young face under the helmet.

His heart was struggling, and the mission told him to pull the trigger and destroy an enemy. But in the woods behind him, there was a large group of Soviet soldiers. They have been trapped here for more than ten days, unable to contact the original division headquarters, and do not know how far the war has progressed.

These Soviet soldiers did not dare to attack passing German soldiers, nor did they dare to attack the continuous German transportation lines. Because of the order from the rear to execute the family members of the surrenderers, these soldiers did not dare to surrender easily. They just hide here and wait, waiting for their worse and worse ending.

"We have tried our best. They told us to hold on to our position. We held on until the last moment. We didn't leave for a few days. But they left us here and retreated without even saying hello." A middle-aged Soviet veteran said helplessly: "Comrade Stalin won't let us surrender, but now we don't even have many bullets. What else can we do if we don't surrender?"

They were originally ordered to hold on to a nearby high ground to cover the retreat of the main force, but in the end the Soviet troops in the entire area were in a mess. They fled to this forest in the chaos. A few days later, about 3,000 people gathered, but the wounded Most of the soldiers and some deserters.

Most of the soldiers did not have guns, and many were auto soldiers, artillerymen, and even civilian and political workers. They just didn't dare to surrender to the German army, and they couldn't run away from the German armored force, so they got together, hoping to survive as much as possible in this situation. Unfortunately, just yesterday, the food carts brought by several logistics soldiers ran out of food, and now they can only go to the edge of the forest to find a way to get something to eat.

The German army was advancing too fast and there were too many encirclements, so many areas were not cleared and sorted out. Most of the scattered Soviet troops were scattered in the rear. However, the German army is currently dealing with these remaining problems. They used troops to find large-scale The remnants of the Soviet Union were then persuaded to surrender or eliminated.

Eventually, the young Soviet soldiers put down their rifles and gave up on attacking a German patrolling armored train. The few Soviet soldiers around him were obviously relieved, and they were all thankful that they had recovered a life. After all, an armored train was not something that stragglers like them could handle.

"We can't go on like this,

Something must be done to let those distant comrades know that we have not surrendered. "While putting down his gun, the young Soviet Red Army soldier frowned and said.

It's not that he doesn't want to surrender, but because he has three younger sisters and one younger brother who are still on the plains of Ukraine. If he lays down his weapons here, then his family, those lovely younger brothers and sisters will be dispatched to the cold world Frozen Siberia, to work as a coolie until death.

So he always wanted to find a chance to die in battle, or always wanted to have a chance to escape back to the Soviet-controlled area, but he failed several times. Everyone who had the same idea as him died on the way, and he was the only one. The man fled back into the forest in a hurry.

Su De's current battle line is too far away from here, and it is impossible to escape from here to there on foot. He knew that the Soviet Union was defeated, but he really never thought that the Soviet Union would lose so miserably.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Those of us who came out to patrol still have ammunition. Most of the people in the camp over there don't even have weapons. Even if the attack on the German army is successful, it will be nothing more than being surrounded by them and killing them all." A Soviet soldier Said in a mournful voice.

Another soldier kicked a stone on the ground irritably, and said angrily: "At that time, everyone was retreating, and it was a mess. The division headquarters could not be found. Who can prove whether we died in battle or surrendered?"

When hearing this sentence, everyone was silent. That's right, the retreat was a mess at that time, and everyone was overwhelmed with self-care. Who can prove that those who had been surrounded and lost contact were killed or surrendered? Since there is no proof or statistics, how did the statement in the order that the whole family be distributed to Siberia be implemented?

"Gudu." The young soldier who was about to shoot just now swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What will happen to his family? This is what he cares most about right now. If he is counted among those who surrendered, wouldn't it mean that his current persistence has been in vain?

Holding his rifle, he walked back step by step, gritted his teeth as he walked, and muttered: "I heard that those bastards pushed the responsibility for the defeat on us Ukrainians, and now they want to send our family to Siberia Go, think us Ukrainian soldiers are idiots?"

A few people followed behind him and walked back through the grass. They had to walk several kilometers before they found the camouflaged camp in the heart of the woods. There are more old, weak, sick, and even a few trucks and seven 122mm caliber howitzers, as well as four t-26 tanks. Of course, most of these weapons are out of ammunition and fuel.

But when they were about to return to the camp, they saw three German helicopters passing by the camp and dropping several black packages. They were startled, and hurried to the camp. It seemed that their camp had been discovered by the German army, and they could rush back to save some poor companions.

It's a pity that when they ran back to their camp out of breath, they found that many Soviet soldiers were cheering around the things dropped by the Germans. When they got closer, they discovered that those things turned out to be some photos and a letter persuading them to surrender.

"Kyiv has been occupied by Germany? Are you kidding me?" A soldier frowned and looked at the photos from Kyiv, where the statue of Lenin on the street had been pulled down, and many German soldiers cheered with their rifles. This photo filled the faces of the surrounding Ukrainian soldiers with conflicting expressions. On the one hand, they were glad that those Russian villains could finally get out, but on the other hand, they were also afraid and worried about the strength of Germany. Who knows if the jackals will be driven away, and more ferocious tigers and leopards will come again?

"They are lying! We should launch guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines and defeat the German invaders!" A political and industrial officer snatched the photo from the soldier's hand, tore it up and threw it on the ground: "We should fight to the end for our motherland, the Soviet Union. Moment!"

"Kyiv has been occupied by the Germans, and our hometown has been occupied by the Germans. We have no guns, ammunition, or even food. What else do we use to fight the Germans?" an elderly veteran Said angrily to the political and industrial officer who incited people to continue to resist.

"Stop fighting! Let's go out and surrender!" Most of them are Ukrainian soldiers. They have always been at odds with the Russians. They were barely able to get along with the Russians under the high-pressure policy before. Now they know that their hometown has been captured by the Germans. Occupied, they don't plan to give a good face to the Russians who supervise them.

"Yes! Anyone who likes to fight can continue to fight, let's go out and surrender!" After seeing the photos, many people have seen the German letter of persuasion. At least most people believed what the Germans said in the letter. After all, what they dropped was a package to persuade them to surrender, not a deadly aerial bomb.

"Wow." The political workers drew out their pistols, stared at those who followed suit and decided to surrender, and said with a gloomy expression, "I warn you, if you dare to surrender, your family members will definitely suffer the bloodiest and cruelest revenge! Comrade Stalin will take them..."

"Boom!" Picking up his rifle, the young Ukrainian soldier shot through the head of the vicious political worker without any nonsense: "Don't threaten us with our family! At least while I'm alive, you There is no such power anymore!"

"Well said!" A soldier raised his arm and cheered loudly. Immediately afterwards, many people cheered, and several Russian officers turned pale with fright, huddled in a corner, not even daring to breathe.

"Let's go! Go home!" "Go home!" "No more war! Let's go home!" Almost everyone shouted, one after another, they walked out, they walked through the clear stream, through the dense forest The bushes, through the forest path, and finally came to the edge of the forest.

They saw the German patrol team. In front of a dozen stunned German patrol soldiers, they put down their rifles one by one. Dozens of hundreds of Mosin Nagant rifles were piled up like a hill, and Out of sight in the forest, this line of Soviets seemed endless.

When it was learned that the German army had peacefully liberated Kyiv and released Ukrainian and Belarusian prisoners of war, thousands of Soviet Red Army troops walked out of the deep mountains and old forests and surrendered to nearby German troops.

The Soviet soldier walked out of the forest, putting down his rifle. He walked along the road until he returned to his home in the Kyiv suburbs, where he saw his family.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky. Suddenly he heard the cheerful calls of birds and felt the wind blowing through. At this moment, he seemed to have regained his life.