Chapter 285

After breakfast, kirianova and Orlova went out to inspect the gun position, and I packed in the tent alone.

If you want to go back to the headquarters in the city to see the commander of the front army, you can't dress as casually as I usually do. So I found the belt that had been in my luggage, tied it to the outside of my military coat, took out the pistol from the holster, unloaded the magazine, checked the bullets inside, and then put it back in the holster.

I was about to go out with my briefcase and assault rifle when Orlova opened the door and came in with a large cloth bag in her hand. Seeing my dress, he said with a smile, "Rita, are you ready to go?"

"Yes," I asked, "where is kirianova?"

"There's something wrong with the antiaircraft gun of No.7 gun position. She's urging the soldiers in the maintenance station to repair it. I don't think she can come to see you off." Then he handed me the cloth bag in his hand. "It's for you from kiriyanova and me."

Instead of reaching for it, I shook my head and said, "thank you for your kindness. I'm just in town for a day or two. I can't use these things."

Orlova forced things into my arms and said with some displeasure, "there is a famine in Leningrad, and the residents of the city are not satisfied at all. If you want to see your mother and son, you must bring them something to eat. " Then he put a note into my coat pocket and added, "this is the address Liuda gave you, building 146, Vladimir Street on the Neva River. If they haven't evacuated, you should be able to see them."

Rita's mother and children! If Orlova doesn't mention it, I forget that they are still in the besieged city. Since becoming Rita, I've been trying to avoid meeting her relatives because I don't know how to get along with them.

"It's getting late, Rita. It's time for you to start." See me in a daze, next to Orlova kindly remind me.

I went forward to give Orlova a hug, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and said to her in a grateful tone, "on behalf of my mother and son, thank you." With that, he lifted the curtain and went out with a cloth bag with food in his left hand and an assault rifle in his right.

I stood by the side of the road waiting for a ride. When I didn't plan to enter the city, trucks of the transportation team passed through the area one by one. Today, I want to take a ride, but I can't see a car for a long time.

I raised my hand and looked at the watch on my wrist. I had been standing on the side of the road for nearly ten minutes. I didn't know if the driver sent by general hilov was in a hurry at the checkpoint. Just then, a truck with a hood came slowly from a distance. I quickly went to the middle of the road, put my rifle on my shoulder and raised my hand high.

With a sharp brake, the truck stopped five or six meters away from me. The driver with black hair stretched out his head from the driver's cabin and yelled at me: "you don't want to die. You ran to the middle of the road to stop the car."

I quickly walked to the driver: "sorry, comrade driver, I have something urgent to go to the city, can you give me a lift?"

The driver looked at the rank on my badge and said, "come up, major. I'm glad to serve you."

I came around from the front of the car, opened the front passenger's door and got on the car. As soon as the door was closed, the driver started the car.

The driver is like a talkative taxi brother. Maybe he can see that the young female soldiers who take the bus are very active. They keep talking to me actively: "Comrade major, I go to Leningrad almost twice a week to get flour and various supplies for the residents. Nowadays, there are many people who go out of the city by car, but few people go into the city. Where are you going? "

"Go to the city to see mom and son." This time I went back to the city to see commander Huojin and general Shilov. According to the regulations, the purpose of this trip should be kept absolutely secret. So I didn't even know about Colonel habi except kirianova and Orlova. Now when a driver I have never met asks, I can only use other reasons to prevaricate him.

"Oh?" The driver was a little surprised and said, "I can't see that you are so young and married." Then he asked, "how old is your son?"

"Three years old. I haven't seen him since the war broke out. "

When I said this, the driver was even more surprised: "my God! How many months have you been in the army? I always thought you had been in the army for several years, otherwise you would not have such a high rank. "

I'm used to this kind of reaction of the driver. A female soldier who has only been in the army for a few months can make a smooth progress. She has become a senior general commanding tens of thousands of people from an ordinary soldier. It's incredible for anyone to change.

I organized the words in my mind, and then whispered, "in war, any miracle can happen."

"Where does your mother live?" Fortunately, the driver did not continue to struggle with this problem, but timely changed the topic.

The address of Rita's mother, which Orlova told me just now, but I didn't remember, so I took out the note in my coat pocket. On the note is Liuda's address written in pencil, because it's too scrawly. In a hurry, I really can't recognize what she wrote.

The driver glanced at the note in my hand and said, "it's on Vladimir street by the Neva River."

When he said this, he immediately reminded me that I even guessed the content behind, "it's building 146. Comrade driver, have you been anywhere? "

The driver was silent. It took a long time to reply, "because of the shelling and bombing by the bandits, there is hardly a complete building. The young and strong residents who live there have gone to the front line, and most of the remaining old people and children have been evacuated. I don't know if you can find your mother and son when you go. "

When I heard the driver say that, I felt relieved. Because I'm a fake Rita after all. If I really show up in front of her mother and son, maybe I'll show up in two words.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the talkative driver also shut up. There was silence in the car.

After another section of driving, the driver asked me again, "Comrade major, where are you going to get off?" Maybe I was afraid that I would be oversensitive, and then explained, "I'm pulling flour in my car. I have to go to the designated place to unload the car, but I can't go to Vladimir street."

"It doesn't matter." my destination is not Vladimir street, so it doesn't matter where the driver stops“ When you get to the checkpoint in town, just put me down

The driver suddenly asked, "by the way, do you have a pass? The car inspection is very tight these two days. You have to be prepared. If not, the soldiers at the checkpoint may catch you as a deserter. "

During the war, without travel permits and passes, officers and soldiers are not allowed to act at will. Otherwise, once they are caught by patrols or checkpoints, they may be caught as deserters and sent to the punishment camp or directly shot. Although I have not been in this world for a long time, I have learned a lot about the rules of the game that may kill people at any time. If it wasn't for political commissar Higgins who said there were people waiting for me at the checkpoint, I would not dare to go back to Leningrad.

I was very grateful for the kindness of the driver. I gave him a smile and said, "thank you for your reminding. There will be passes to the city, and someone will come to pick me up at the checkpoint. "

When the car was one or two hundred meters away from the checkpoint, it met a patrol. When the driver saw the leading officer waving to stop, he stepped on the brake in time.

When the car stopped, a car inspector came forward, looked at the driver's identification, and then reached out to me for it. I took out my military card and handed it to him. Instead of looking at it immediately, he asked, "do you have a travel permit or pass?"

"No," I told him frankly, "I was temporarily informed to go back to Leningrad to carry out the mission, so I didn't get the travel permit and pass for the time being."

"Please get out of the car." The lieutenant, acting like a business man, reached out and opened the door. I said impolitely, "someone is waiting for me at the checkpoint. He should have the documents you need."

"Please get out of the car." The lieutenant was unmoved and didn't look at my military card. He just asked me to get out of the car. Seeing that I didn't have the slightest intention to get off, I stepped back and raised my hand. The soldiers of the patrol team rushed up with guns and pointed the muzzle at the cab.

Seeing this, I gave a wry smile and got out of the car helpless.

The driver leaned out his head from the co pilot and said in a loud voice, "Comrade lieutenant, are you mistaken? She is also a commander. How can she be a deserter

The lieutenant raised his hand to the driver, "drive away quickly, or you will be arrested together."

The driver had no choice but to say to me, "Comrade major, I'll go first. Good luck to you!" Then he closed the door and drove away.

As the military vehicle left, the lieutenant turned to me and said, "next, it's time for us to talk about your problem, comrade major. Why did you leave your defense area and come to Leningrad without a travel permit or pass? "

I looked at him coldly and said solemnly, "I repeat, I was ordered back to Leningrad. As for the travel permit or pass, as long as you get to the checkpoint, the people waiting for me will surely give it to you for inspection. "

I didn't expect that the lieutenant was just a pimple. He didn't know how to be flexible at all. He just had to check his travel permit or pass without looking at my military pass. Seeing my tit for tat with him, I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. I asked the two soldiers behind me to come up and disarm me. Naturally, I would not let him succeed. I lifted the assault rifle in my hand and squarely resisted the Lieutenant's chin.

The soldiers around me, afraid of hurting the lieutenant, just yelled at me with guns, but no one dared to come forward. Seeing this scene, I can't help laughing to myself. It seems that I made a mistake at this checkpoint. Last time I took a captain, this time I was a lieutenant, and next time I don't know what rank I will be. next time?! Thinking of this, I can't help fighting a cold war. Next time I hijack the officers at the checkpoint, I can't tell if it's really true that someone will shoot me.

When the swords were drawn and it was difficult to ride a tiger, suddenly a shout came from the distance: "stop, stop, everyone. It's one of our own. Put the gun down. "

Following the prestige, there are several soldiers running from the checkpoint in the distance, led by an officer.. The soldiers who surrounded me lowered their guns at the command of the officer who was running. Several soldiers came up to me panting. The officer who was still breathing came up to me. After standing at attention and saluting, he said in a loud voice, "report major, Captain kuselev, commander of the checkpoint, report to you. Please give instructions! " Seeing that the gun in my hand was still against the Lieutenant's chin, Captain kuselev quickly pulled my military ID from the Lieutenant's hand, handed it to me respectfully in both hands, and said, "major oshanina, this is your military ID. It was just a misunderstanding. Would you please let go of the lieutenant? " I took back my gun, put it on my shoulder, took the military certificate from the captain, and asked casually, "Comrade captain, do you know me?"“ You forget that the last time you and political commissar Higgins passed through the checkpoint, there was a misunderstanding. " The captain was a little embarrassed to remind me, "at that time, you also just like just now, with a gun on my chin."“ It's you, comrade captain I took the initiative to reach out to him, handshake attitude gently asked: "how are you?"“ Good. Thank you for your concern. Political commissar Higgins's driver is waiting for you at the checkpoint. Let's go there now. "“ Comrade captain, do you know her? " Asked the lieutenant, who had just been held by me with a gun. Captain kuselev glared at the lieutenant and said, "this is major oshanina I mentioned to you."“ It's general o'shanina It's said that it was me. The anger on the Lieutenant's face disappeared when he stopped. He called my original rank with a smile on his face and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless just now. Please forgive me With that, he respectfully saluted me with a standard military salute“ Major, let's go. " Captain kuselev saw the atmosphere relaxed, lost no time to say: "political commissar Higgins's driver is still waiting for you at the checkpoint."