Chapter 290

The soldier who shot the first time just now, called florin, is the captain of the patrol, with the rank of sergeant.

After carefully putting away the bread, he politely asked, "Comrade commander, what should I call you?"

"Oshanina," I said my name, thought about it and added, "major oshanina, my troops are on the ice transport line."

Sergeant Florin nodded and said, "I see." Maybe it's hard to eat people's mouths and short hands, he continued in a friendly tone, "Comrade major, according to the regulations, I should have checked your ID and business card, but now I don't have to. May I ask what you do in town? "

"Come and see mom and son." I know it's Sergeant Florin's duty to ask me that, so I'll answer truthfully.

"See?" Asked the sergeant with concern.

I shook my head and said, "No. I found out where they lived, and then I knew they had evacuated. "

The sergeant was silent. After a while, he said with regret, "it's all this damn war, otherwise we won't be separated from our relatives." Then the topic changed and asked me, "major, where are you going next?"

"I'm going to hitchhike or tram back to headquarters."

"Except for the occasional tram, I can't get a free ride on this section of the road. I think we'd better escort you to the station and wait for the tram. " Without waiting for me to say anything, he turned to the other two soldiers and said, "let's go."

So three people accompanied me to the bus stop not far from the scene of the robbery. Because there were no people waiting for the bus on the platform, they were afraid that I would be lonely and didn't leave immediately. Instead, they took the initiative to stay and chat with me.

It was not until a tram came and stopped in front of the station, when I was about to get on, that the three people saluted me and said goodbye. Sergeant Florin also kindly reminded me: "Comrade commander, in a moment, the bandits will bombard the city. You must pay more attention to safety."

The driver of the tram was a young man with a cap on his tongue. When he saw me getting on the bus, he took the initiative to say, "Comrade commander, you don't need to buy a ticket."

After thanking him, I used to squeeze into the back door at the back of the car.

Near the back door stood a fat old lady. According to my visual inspection, she weighed at least 400 Jin. If I want to get off, I guess I can only side my body, otherwise I can't get out of the door at all.

The tram stops and goes. It has passed seven stops unconsciously, and many passengers have been on it one after another. I was thinking that when I stopped at the next stop, I would not be far away from my destination. Because there are too many passengers on the bus, many people have to work hard to get out of the middle when they get off the bus. Seeing this scene, I congratulated myself. Fortunately, I had foresight and stood at the back door ahead of time. Otherwise, after the tram arrives at the station, I will have to squeeze in the crowd for half a day to get off.

From a distance, I could see the station where I was going to get off. Suddenly, a series of shrieks appeared in the air. Then a shell came and exploded very close to the tram, shaking the car. Then another shell landed on the left, about dozens of places away from the tram, and exploded, raising a black and white plume of mud mixed with snow.

Shelling! I immediately thought of sergeant Florin's warning. I didn't expect that my luck was so bad that I was bombarded at the place where I wanted to get off.

The driver stopped the car, opened the front and rear doors, and jumped out of the car first. The front and rear passengers were running, shouting and directing the passengers to get out of the car to evacuate.

At this time, the high pitched loudspeaker on the side of the road sounded: "attention, please! Residents, this area is under shelling. Please go to the nearby air raid shelter immediately and don't walk in the street. "

I could have jumped out of the car quickly, but I was blocked by the fat old lady. She didn't know whether she was hungry and weak or had leg problems. Her whole body was moving in millimeters. Shells exploded all over the street, and the people who got off the front door quickly disappeared in the middle of the snow covered buildings. But all of us who got off the back door were blocked by the old lady.

I wanted to step back and get off from the front, but I was blocked by people coming up behind. And those people don't know whether they are confused or not. They just stare at the door in front of them and completely ignore the fact that there is almost no one at the front door.

The driver evacuated the passengers in the first half of the car. Seeing that none of us got off in the second half of the car, he ran over and stood a few steps away from the door, shouting: "hurry up, comrades! Hurry up,... "

Before he finished shouting, a shell exploded 20 meters behind him. He just screamed, covered his back with his hands and fell to one side. There was also a shell explosion on the left side of the car. The flying shrapnel smashed the few windows and hit the nearest passenger.

Watching the driver fall down and the screams and screams coming from behind. I knew that if I didn't take decisive measures, everyone in the car would be ruined, so I bit my teeth and hit the fat old lady with my shoulder. Under my impact, the upper part of the old lady's body leaned out of the car, her hands desperately trying to keep her balance. Before she could find her balance, I hit her hip with my knee. This time, she couldn't support it any more. She flew out of the car door and fell heavily on the snow, splashing countless snow powder.

Almost as the old lady landed, I jumped out of the car and quickly stepped aside to check the driver who had fallen on the ground. The passengers on the bus, suddenly enlightened before meeting, jumped out of the car and fled. There are several shrapnel inserted on the driver's back, one of which is inlaid in the position of the vest. Although he still breathes, he can't be saved by sight. His mouth and nose were bleeding, his whole body was twitching, and his legs were kicking in the snow. I took a look and saw that there were no passengers on the bus, and I didn't care to see whether the old lady I hit was alive or dead. With a gun, I followed the passengers to the buildings to find a safe place to avoid the shelling. There is an air raid shelter in the complex. As soon as I ran in, a middle-aged woman with red sleeve sleeves closed the iron door. As soon as the door was closed, the deafening sound of artillery outside was much less“ Comrade commander, please stay inside. It's too dangerous here. " There was a lantern hanging at the door. Under the dim light, the woman on duty saw my briefcase and the pistol hanging on my belt, recognized my identity, and took the initiative to make friends with me. I declined her offer because I didn't want to stay with the passengers who escaped with me. Although my decisive action saved many people's lives, the fat old lady was more or less unlucky“ Comrade commander, where are you from? " Asked the middle-aged woman“ Ice transport lines. "“ Do you know my husband? He's in the convoy of the ice transport line. "“ What's his name? "“ His name is... "When the woman said her husband's name, a shell landed outside and exploded not far away. The huge explosion covered her voice. I didn't hear her husband's name clearly, and it was hard to ask again. I could only reply vaguely, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name." seeing her look of disappointment, I quickly comforted her and said, "there are too many troops on the ice transportation line. Maybe his troops are not near our station, so it's not surprising that I haven't heard of his name." The shelling lasted more than ten minutes and then stopped. When I heard that the gunfire stopped outside, I immediately wanted to go out, but I was stopped by the woman on duty: "Comrade commander, please wait a moment. I can't leave until I make sure it's safe outside."“ How do you know if it's safe outside? " Before she could answer me, the horn installed in the air raid shelter suddenly sounded: "residents, the shelling is over. You can leave the air raid shelter. At the same time, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that if no explosive shells are found in the street, if we report to the relevant departments in time... "The woman pulled the iron door open and said to me after a long sigh of relief," Comrade commander, it's safe outside now. You can leave safely. " I left the shelter and went to the parking place of the tram. The tram has been overturned and its body is burning. Just now, where the driver and the fat old lady were lying, there was only a deep pit, in which there was nothing belonging to human beings. I can't help but be afraid. If I didn't make a quick decision to push the old lady out of the way, I and so many passengers on the bus would have been blown to pieces by German artillery shells.