Chapter 61

After a short flight in the air, the plane landed on the ground again.

There were several black cars and an ambulance beside the plane, and a prison car in the distance.

Stalin, who was lying on a stretcher, was covered with a blanket, and was immediately carried to an ambulance when he got off the plane. Then the long line of cars and ambulances disappeared. But bezikov and I, escorted by the soldiers, came to the prison car.

From the driver's cab of the prison car, a major officer came up to us without expression, took out the key and opened the handcuffs on my right wrist. Before I could recover, he quickly turned my hands behind me, handcuffed me again, and covered my eyes with a black cloth.

What is this for? I can't help but get a little flustered. Can I just drag out and shoot like this? In the past few months, I have been on the battlefield almost every day, and I haven't had the chance to enjoy it. I lost my life for no reason. It's really not worth it!

Two soldiers supported me from left to right and forced me into the prison car. As soon as I fell on the cold car floor, tears came out and soaked the blindfolded black cloth. Then I heard another thump. It was probably the soldiers who threw bezikov in again.

As the car started, I called out cautiously, "Colonel bzikov, are you there?"

"Be honest. Don't talk." Around came the harsh shouts of the soldiers.

Hearing what the soldier said, I immediately shut up.

Bumpy on the road, I don't know how long, I was pulled down from the prison car, and then by two frame, deep one foot shallow one foot to the front. At the beginning, I was walking on the snow. My heart was half cold. I thought it was over. This is to drag me directly to the execution ground.

But it didn't seem as bad as I thought. After a while, we stopped. Then I heard the door open with a bang, and someone untied my handcuffs and gave me a big push in the back. I staggered forward a few steps, and then I heard the door slamming behind me.

I reached out and pulled off the blindfolded black cloth and found myself in a small room. There were no windows or lights in the room. The light from the corridor penetrated through the fence door, so that I could see everything in the room, except that there was a wooden bench on the right side of the wall, and then the whole room was empty.

I sat down on the wooden chair and looked around. Inadvertently saw the dark green wall, full of dense words, he stood up curiously and went to see what happened. All the words on the wall were swearing and vicious curses, while the people who were abused and cursed, except for a few different names, were greetings to Stalin.

I secretly speculated about the fate of these people graffiti on the wall. I didn't know that they were skinny and they were better off digging coal in Siberian reform through labor camps; Or has long been turned into a pile of bones, lying in the cold grave. What's my future? Will I follow their lead?

The sound of opening the door with a key came from the door. I turned around and saw that a female guard came in with a plate. Although the light was dim, I could see a few pieces of black bread on the plate. I haven't eaten anything since morning. Besides, I have just experienced a fierce battle. When I see something to eat, I feel more and more hungry.

I met her and was ready to take her plate. Who knows, I haven't touched the plate, but her hand suddenly loosened, let the plate directly fell to the ground, smashed, bread also fell everywhere. I bent down to pick up, just caught a piece of bread, did not wait for me to pick up, she put her foot on my finger.

"What do you want to do?" My tears were so painful that I couldn't help asking her out loud.

"Bah, you are a spy. You don't deserve to waste food here. You should be dragged out and shot at once." She cursed fiercely.

Instead of asking how I became a spy, I raised my voice and said, "get your feet off me!"

Unexpectedly, the female guard just snorted, on the contrary, she also increased her strength on her feet. It hurt so much that the cold sweat on my head came down.

"Get your feet off me!" I roared, grabbing her ankle with my movable left hand and pushing it up. She didn't prepare. I threw her to the ground and threw her on all fours.

"Good! How dare you hit me She got up, stormed up and punched me. I grabbed her right wrist with my left hand, took a step forward with my right leg, bent over and hugged her calf with my right hand, and lifted it up. With my exertion, she rotated 180 degrees in the air, and then fell face down heavily on the concrete floor.

I stepped forward, threw myself on her, knelt against her vest, and twisted her hands behind her back. She was crushed by me and howled like a pig. With her shouting, several guards with police batons rushed to the corridor and beat me down. I can only let go of this annoying female guard and squat on the ground with my head in both hands, allowing them to violence me.

When they were tired, the female guard kicked me to the ground and gave me a kick in the stomach. The pain made me cover my stomach and roll all over the ground. Then she closed the door with several guards and left.

After they left, I slowly climbed to the bench and lay down, rubbing my injured abdomen with my hands, and my tears flowed incessantly. I thought to myself, what's the matter? I was ordered to escort Stalin from the headquarters of the group army to the airport in the morning. On the way, we met the German attack. Taking advantage of the opportunity of fierce fighting between the security forces and the enemy, bezikov and I spared no effort to protect Stalin from the dangerous situation; Even if there is no reward, we can't be treated like the enemy? The lights went out in the corridor outside, and the whole house fell into darkness. My stomach started protesting and growling. I tried to move my body. I didn't feel as much pain as I did just now, so I struggled to get off the chair, squatted on the ground and picked up the pieces of bread scattered on the ground. After picking it up, I sat down in my chair, weeping, and put these already trampled bread slices into my mouth. No matter what will happen in the future, I'll fill my stomach first.