Chapter 17

In the evening, the German army, which was repulsed by us, never launched a new offensive.

The whole battlefield quieted down.

I took pastuhov and sapchenko with me. The Colonel didn't speak. He pulled me over and hugged me. He said excitedly, "good job! You're so good, Lieutenant

Although according to Russian customs, when shaking hands or hugging, the greater the strength, the more friendly and intimate. But his strength is so strong that I can't breathe.

He didn't notice my painful expression and continued to say to himself, "you are so amazing! I'm a veteran, and I know how hard it is to stand up under the roar of bullets and the explosion of mortar shells; The first few seconds are decisive. The soldiers, driven by their sense of responsibility and the will of their commanders, either summon up the courage to face death or stay in the trenches. "

His embrace touched the wound on my chest, and I almost cried out in pain, but I could not help it, but tears still burst into my eyes. I thought with tears streaming down my face that Zi once said: impulse is the devil. It seems that what he said was really right. At that time, I must have been possessed by the devil. Otherwise, how could I get a fever in my cerebellum and jump out without thinking, and then charge bravely. If it wasn't for my great fortune, the copper key hanging on my chest blocked the shrapnel, I would have gone to have afternoon tea with God at this time.

He let me go, stood at the front of the line, affectionately called my nickname and said to me with emotion, "Lieutenant Rita, do you know? Today you've blocked not only the German devils, but also other places. They haven't been able to move forward. According to the plane reconnaissance, today's long-range artillery fire of our navy also eliminated a large number of tanks and armored forces who tried to bypass the Highlands again... "His voice sounds very familiar. It should be the person who talked to me during the day, but I still don't know who he is. Although he made some understatement, from the history I know, I know that many important facilities and buildings in the city behind me are planted with explosives. Once the defense line is broken by the German army, those places will become ruins.

"Comrade division commander," a signalman rushed over, saluted the colonel, and reported aloud, "Comrade division commander, major general feijiuningsky, commander of the group army, told you to go back immediately, saying that you have an important task." After listening to the messenger, I realized that this was the commander of the 21st division, Colonel Novikov.

When I finished all my work and went back to have a rest, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. I went into the female soldier's dormitory and saw that it had been cleaned up. Rows of bunks were arranged in an orderly formation. The moonlight swept over the young faces. They exhaled evenly, with the sweetness of falling asleep on their faces. Occasionally, some people vaguely uttered some gibberish.

My bed is under a wooden bed near the door. When I chose this position at that time, I said that it was close to the gate, so that I could go out to command the battle at any time. In fact, it's because I'm afraid of death. If I encounter German artillery or air attack, it's the most convenient way to escape if I'm close to the door.

"Rita," I went to the bed and bent down to go to bed when I heard someone calling my name softly. Looking up, I saw that it was Lena, the soldier who was sleeping in the upper bunk. I stood up straight in front of her and asked softly, "Lena, why haven't you had a rest so late?"

"Can't sleep, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, yes, of course, renachka." Although I was a little surprised, I agreed. Anyway, she doesn't know my details, and she's not afraid to worry about her asking questions. I lay down with my clothes and covered them with a quilt. Wearing a thin silk underwear that could only cover the key parts, she climbed down from the upper bunk and quickly got into my quilt.

She lay in my arms, did not speak, a hand began to touch my chest, my goose bumps came out, thought she would not be Lala, otherwise how come in on me. Just as she was considering whether to hold her hand to stop her touching me, she stopped, grabbed the copper key hanging from my chest through her clothes, and asked me curiously, "Rita, what kind of key is hanging on your chest?"

I reached out to touch the copper key that had already been deformed. I sighed to myself. Fortunately, I had this key hanging on my chest, so that I could guarantee my life today. I organized the words in my mind, and heard myself saying, "this is the key to my house. It's a gift from my husband." When it comes to the word husband, I'm really embarrassed. I blush with shame. Fortunately, Lena didn't notice my unusual look in the dark.

"Is your husband in the army, too?" Lena whispered curiously.

I stroked the key in front of my chest, and the broken memory fragments about the origin of the key in my mind finally pieced together into a complete story at this moment. I began to tell Lena the story of Rita and oshanin, but I used the first person: "my husband's name is oshanin, and he's a captain at the border guard post He has a military dog around him. Although I'm afraid of dogs, I'm not afraid of the dog when I go out with him every time. After we get married, we have our own house. He hung the key around my neck for me. After the war broke out, he rushed back to the front line, I hung the key on his neck again, and told him to come back safely... But one morning a few days later, I found his army dog lying outside the house, with the shining copper key on his neck. As soon as I took the key off his neck, it closed its eyes. From then on, I found that the dog was still alive, I keep hanging this key on my chest... "

I told the story quietly, holding Lena's hand, but I used to walk around her body, from hips to full breasts, up and down. At the same time, I sighed to myself that this Russian girl is good. She is not only beautiful, fair and smooth, but also of first-class stature. It's a pity that her fresh-keeping period is shorter, and she becomes aunt Katyusha with a bucket waist in her middle age. I felt about Lena. She didn't have the slightest disgust. She seemed to enjoy it. After a while, she fell asleep in my arms.