Chapter 497: Going to a Turbulent Place Far Away (Update 1881)

Chapter 497: Going to a Turbulent Distance (Updated 18/81)

October 17, 915, Saint Catherine Castle, the capital of Ant, 1100 hours.

While Wang Zhong was preparing to launch a large-scale air strike on the supply system of the 6th Army of Prosen, Lyudmila was packing her luggage.

Mikhail, the housekeeper, advised: "Madam, you have been giving birth for less than three months, you should rest. Winter is coming soon, and this winter may be as cold as last year, which is not good for you!" Lyudmila stopped and looked at Mikhail: "Do you know that he has brushed shoulders with death twice?" Mikhail: "Didn't the general brush shoulders with death more times last year?" "I was by his side last year, do you understand?" Lyudmila's voice was very serious, "If the god of death wants to take him away, I hope I will be by his side to watch it all happen. I hope I can bring his body back personally." Mikhail: "Madam, I can understand your idea, but..." "I order you not to stop me." Lyudmila was about to lower her head to pack her things, but found that Nellie had taken over her work. The little maid folded the clothes neatly and stuffed them into the box. After closing the box and locking the combination lock, Nellie looked up: "The luggage has been packed."

Lyudmila looked at Mikhail again: "Nelly will also return to him. Unlike me, his daily life will be taken care of by Nelly. If he is not in good condition and the command is wrong, Mikhail, you will become Ant's sinner!"

Mikhail looked helpless: "I don't think the Duke will make a wrong decision because he is not taken care of."

Lyudmila: "Can you guarantee that there will be no such thing? Instead of persuading me here, you might as well consider how to take care of my son."

Mikhail: "Don't worry about this. Our nanny has raised many young masters."

"Then I'm relieved. Nelly, you heard the sound of the car Did you hear the sound?"

Nellie nodded: "I heard it. It should be the car of the reserve army that came to pick us up."

Mikhail seemed to be planning to make a final effort: "I heard that the First Mobile Army is mobilizing. Madam, if you go with them, you will have someone to take care of you on the way, and it can also boost morale."

"Mikhail," Lyudmila smiled slightly, "I am also a soldier. When I told the church that I was going to the front, the transfer order for me came. Do you want me to take the lead in violating orders?"

Mikhail shook his head and finally gave up: "No, I don't mean that."

Just at this time, the sound of car brakes came from outside, followed by the sound of the horn, which made the cat in the room stand up suddenly and prick up its ears to be alert to the surroundings.

Mikhail: "Let me carry your luggage for you."

"Thank you." Lyudmila smiled, then put on her boat hat, put on the cloak issued by the church, and walked out.

Nellie also put on her own boat hat, carried a large suitcase, and followed Lyudmila.

Mikhail picked up the bag on the ground and walked at the back.

He was the last to leave the room and closed the door.

The wind blew in from the window that was forgotten to be closed, passing over the empty dressing table and the empty crib (the baby had been given to the nanny to take care of).

In the whole room, only the toy turntable for shaking babies was still turning gently, making a creaking sound.

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To go to the departure station of the military train, you need to pass the square in front of the Yebburg Railway Station. Before the war, this was one of the most crowded squares in Yebburg, and now it is even more crowded.

The car that Lyudmila was riding in had to slow down and pass through the crowd. Lyudmila took the opportunity to look out the window and observe those who were seeing her off.

"Look, the girls are crying so sadly." She said softly, "Obviously, the boys are just going to the boot camp."

These are the recruit trains that depart from the civilian railway station, so although the boys are wearing military uniforms, they have no military rank, not even privates.

But this did not prevent the girls from crying.

Lyudmila suddenly saw a couple who were in reverse order. The girl was in a military uniform and had already held a military rank. She also had a red cross of a field nurse on her arm. The young man, who was a head shorter than her, was crying.

The nurse girl grabbed the young man's cheeks with both hands, wiped his tears with her thumbs, and said something gently.

Lyudmila kept staring at the couple.

At this time, someone in the square began to sing. It was not the "Song of the Youth League Members" that had been sung many times, but an old song from the civil war period. Countless young people sang this song with their ideals and rushed to the turbulent distance.

The car passed through the square and entered the road on the side of the square. This road was full of large trucks. The jeep could only run in the gap between the large trucks and the shoulder of the road, overtaking one after another.

The military vehicles were full of serious-looking Ante soldiers. They all had war medals on their bodies. These veterans who had recovered from their injuries returned to the team.

Everyone had a serious expression. A few who were slightly relaxed also leaned against the guardrail of the truck and looked at the sky and smoked.

Someone noticed Lyudmila and whispered to his companion: "Look, isn't that General Rokossov's wife? She's going to the front right after giving birth?" Lyudmila just smiled at the soldiers. Finally, the jeep drove into the military transfer station that was converted from a freight station, passed the sentry post, drove onto the wide overpass, and flew over the busy station.

Under the overpass are platforms lined up, some loading and unloading tanks, others loading and transporting ammunition and supplies.

The leftmost platform is obviously a special personnel platform, crowded with recruits who have just finished training and veterans who have returned from injuries.

The jeep drove down the overpass and stopped in front of a large group of nurses.

The major driving the car said to Lyudmila: "According to your request, no special carriage has been arranged. You will go to the front line with these nurses."

As soon as the major finished speaking, the nurses who had noticed Lyudmila for a long time asked in unison: "Are you General Rokosov's wife?"

Lyudmila got off the car and nodded to the nurses: "I am Captain Praying Hand Lyudmila Vasilyevna Rokosovna. I am very happy to be in the same car with you."

The girls screamed, and at this time a nanny with a scar on her face shouted: "Stop making noise! ​​Be steady! Shouting on the battlefield will attract artillery fire!"

The girls all quieted down and looked at the nanny timidly.

The nanny came to Lyudmila: "Captain, please don't cause the girls to scream casually, okay?"

"Okay, I'll try my best." Lyudmila said.

The nanny glared at the girls again and turned to do her own things. As a result, Lyudmila was immediately surrounded by the girls.

"I heard that you and the general fell in love on the battlefield?" asked the freckled girl.

"Well, the general and I are childhood sweethearts. We have known each other for a long time. If nothing unexpected happened, I would have been engaged to him. But he was not as outstanding as he is now..."

Lyudmila originally planned to introduce herself and Rokosov in detail, but the girl got excited and chattered:

"It seems that this version is the real one!"

"Then Miss Lyudmila must have also been favored by the former crown prince!"

"The general and the crown prince have been competing for the lady!"

Lyudmila: "Well, this..."

She raised one hand and wanted to interrupt the girls who were discussing themselves, but finally gave up and just stood by and looked at the young faces.

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After 26 hours, there was still 110 kilometers to Abavakhan.

Lyudmila just stood by and looked at the young faces.

They lay side by side beside the railway embankment, and the youth on their faces had not even faded away.

The surviving girls huddled together and cried.

Lyudmila began to fulfill her clergy duties, reading eulogies and sending the brave young men off for the last time.

Not far away, the male soldiers were shouting slogans and trying to push the sealed cars destroyed by the Stuka off the railway.

There were already many destroyed carriages lying in the deep pits beside the roadbed. Obviously, the enemy planes had too frequent air raids, and the people who were repairing the railway had no time to bury these carriages.

Lyudmila finished her last prayer and drew the symbol of the Eastern Holy Church on her body.

She turned around and said to the girls who were still crying: "Come on, bury them. It's pitiful to expose their bodies in the wilderness."

Although the girls' faces were full of tears, they still nodded.

Just as they picked up the shovel, someone shouted in the distance: "They caught a Proson pilot!"

The anger and hatred of the crowd were immediately ignited, and many people were about to abandon their work and rush up to see what kind of bastard killed their friends.

The officers shouted: "Keep working! Only by continuing to work can we better strike the Proson people!"

"Find out the importance of the matter!"

Lyudmila did not shout like the officers, but gently said to the girls: "Come on, dig."

At this time, Neli came back and said to Lyudmila: "The conductor said that the train can be opened tomorrow morning, and we will arrange our carriages at that time. Let's make a fire here to spend the night."

Lyudmila asked in surprise: "Make a fire? Is it okay?"

"Well, it is said that the Proson Air Force never raids at night. I will make a fire, otherwise it will be cold at night. Madam, you just gave birth to a child."

Neli turned around and went to work, while Lyudmila personally picked up a shovel and buried those young faces in the fertile yellow soil by the Valdai River with the surviving nurses.

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Late that night, Lyudmila was suddenly awakened by singing. She sat up, pulled the church's cloak, and looked for the source of the singing.

Then he saw a corporal playing the traditional Ante instrument, the balalaika, and another sergeant playing the bayan (an accordion-like instrument) by the fire nearby.

They were playing a sad song:

"Tanks roared in the vast plains/Soldiers fought the last battle/They carried the young commander/The bullet shot through his head.

"The raging fire engulfed the tank/The explosion shook the grassland/The young man wanted to live in the world/But he was no longer able to open his eyes..."

Lyudmila stood up and listened to the sad melody. At this time, crying sounded. She turned her head and saw the nurses who had just buried their friends sobbing.

Lyudmila waited quietly for the song to finish.

Then she planned to sing a song to change the atmosphere a little, after all, she was Rokossov's wife.

Unexpectedly, a major put away the photos of his wife and daughter and blew a whistle.

It was that song.

The bayan and the balalaika players looked at each other and immediately followed the whistle.

Lyudmila counted the beats silently, and when the time came, she said: "It is an ordinary wish to always be in our hearts.

"May my dear hometown be beautiful, and may the motherland last forever."

"Listen to the roar of the wind and snow, and watch the shooting stars flying~

"My heart is calling me, to the distant place."

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In the soft singing, the crying gradually stopped, and the fighting spirit burned again in everyone's heart.