Chapter 954

As in the past, kirilov and I went ahead with the troops in this transfer, while Vitkov stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

Our jeep was not far from the city, so I asked the driver to drive to the foot of a hillside, and then walked with kirilov to the top of the mountain, overlooking the troops on the road below.

On the rough road, a long convoy of covered trucks, full of infantry and various military supplies, was lumbering and rumbling along the road.

With the help of the bright moonlight, I raised my telescope and looked around. Then I put down my telescope and said to kirilov, "Comrade political commissar, although the temperature is still very low, the surrounding fields are half thawed. In this way, if the German armored forces want to attack us, they have to go through this road. As long as the road is destroyed and minefields are laid, the purpose of delaying the German advance speed can be achieved. "

Kirilov nodded in agreement with me and then added, "Rita, I'm sure chief Vitkov can think of what you said. It's too cold at the top of the mountain. Let's go on. "

I just nodded. Before I could speak, there were several trucks dragging guns on the road at the foot of the mountain. Seeing this scene, kirilov pointed to the foot of the mountain and asked curiously, "when our artillery withdrew from zaborosh, didn't they blow up all the guns? Where did these guns come from?"

I turned to look at the shapes of the artillery towed behind the car, and then said, "these should be the anti tank guns captured in the warehouse. So, with these anti tank guns, we can also reduce some unnecessary casualties when dealing with the German armored forces. "

When our jeep passed one truck after another and gradually approached the front of the team, there was a huge motor roar in front of us. In this increasingly noisy voice, kirilov said to me in a loud voice, "Rita, it should be major pelskin's tank battalion in front of us. They've made a lot of noise."

I turned my head and looked out of the window. There were six German tanks in a long line. They were lumbering and crawling forward. The soldiers who wrapped themselves up were sitting on the body of the tank, covering their faces with their gloved left hands to defend against the attack of the cold wind. They put their mud covered felt boots on the armor plate. Their right hands clenched the weapons in their hands and watched the movements of the four sides with vigilant eyes.

Our jeep overtook the tank unit and drove on. Behind us were only three trucks full of soldiers from the guard company.

Just a few kilometers away from the outskirts of kilovgrad, the driver, who had been concentrating on driving, suddenly sat up straight from his seat, wiped the fog on the windshield with his gloves, and exclaimed in surprise, "what the hell is that? Where do these people come from? "

"Comrade driver, what do you see?" As soon as he saw the driver's reaction, kirilov asked alertly and reached for his waist.

"On the left, comrade political commissar." The driver turned to us and yelled, "on the hillside on the left side of the road, there are a group of people, a group of women. Hell, I don't know where they came from."

I quickly looked to the left, and sure enough, I saw a group of women on a hillside not far from the roadside. They waved at us and yelled at us.

"Comrade driver, drive over." Although I couldn't see who they were because of the bad light, I gave the order to the driver decisively.

The driver slowed down, turned his head, hesitated and said, "Comrade commander, we don't know the origin of those people. Is it dangerous to drive like this

"Obey orders, comrade driver." When kirilov saw that the driver was a little timid, he said impolitely, "since Comrade commander asked you to drive, let's go. If they were enemies, they would have opened fire on us long ago. Do they have to wait until now? "

The driver didn't dare say anything more, so he drove to the left and stopped at the foot of the mountain. Here, I can clearly see the group of women on the hillside, their hands on their chest, waving their headscarves. When they saw our car stop, they immediately ran down the hillside and surrounded our car. Yushchenko, who was closely behind, was afraid of an accident, so he took a group of security soldiers who had just got off the bus and surrounded the women.

One of them, a middle-aged woman of short stature, was shouting something at us outside. Although she didn't shout in Russian, I was surprised to understand that she was speaking Ukrainian: "comrades, please, help us."

Seeing that there was no extreme performance on our side, another tall woman without a headscarf kept repeating the same sentence: "comrades, comrades, comrades..."

I pushed the door open and got out of the car. I was immediately surrounded by them. Their thin, haggard faces were ablaze with fanatical joy, and their eyes were red and swollen with tears. Some of the women who grabbed my arm even burst into tears. Seeing that each of them was very excited, I turned to look at kirilov who got off from the other side of the car, spread out my hands to him, shrugged my shoulders, and indicated that under the current situation, it is difficult to ask who they are, why they are here, and why they want to stop our car.

As a precaution, Yushchenko pushed up to me and tried to get rid of the women. I didn't expect that as soon as he came, the women who couldn't catch me shifted their target, surrounded him tightly, and began to touch his metal breastplate, his military cap, and his assault rifle. And a little old lady with black hair, grabbed his hand, put it on her lips and kept kissing. At the same time, he said vaguely: "relatives, dear, you are our relatives... After waiting for so long, we have finally waited for you to come back, but we have all waited for you to come back..." Yushchenko frowned at the old lady's action, then threw away her hand, and said impatiently: "what are you doing, kissing hands! You know, I'm not a priest, I'm not a German. You don't have to be so enthusiastic about me. " Although Yushchenko's words are a little too much, but I unexpectedly did not make a statement, but kept silent. Because in the early days of the patriotic war, the choice of most Ukrainians was to cooperate with the Germans, and even went to the streets in groups to welcome the Germans who occupied the city. It's normal for Yushchenko to have such a reaction to what they did. I didn't expect that the old lady in rags, shivering with cold, after hearing these words, suddenly straightened up, raised her head, raised her chin high, spat on Yushchenko, and said angrily, "bah, what are you thinking? Do you really think I'm kissing you? I kiss the hand of the great Soviet Red Army, because the Red Army liberated us, because the red army defeated the Germans and came back here again. But you treat us like this... "Then she turned to me and said to me in Russian with a Ukrainian accent:" Comrade commander, we are all farm workers in the nearby collective farm. Before dark, we caught several German soldiers who fled to our village. According to them, kilovgrad has been recovered by our troops. That's why I brought my comrades here to see you. I want to ask who should be handed over these prisoners to? "“ Captain Yushchenko, "after hearing the old lady's words, I didn't care to ask them why they didn't send the prisoners to the city, so I immediately told Yushchenko," send some people to the village and bring the captured Germans here. "“ Yes, "Yushchenko agreed, turning to the crowd and shouting," Sergeant Lazarev! " With his shouting, someone outside the crowd immediately agreed: "Comrade battalion commander, I'm here. Do you have any instructions?" Yushchenko didn't even press outside, so he rushed out and yelled, "take a squad immediately, follow the women comrades to their villages, and bring back some German prisoners who were held there."“ Yes Sergeant Lazarev outside agreed loudly. At this moment, kirilov came around from the front of the car, squeezed in front of the old lady with black hair, and said to her kindly, "Hello, old man, I'm kirilov, military and political commissar. What can I do for you?" The old lady took a look at kirilov standing in front of her, and then introduced herself and said, "Comrade commander, my name is Katerina. I'm the vice commissar of the village Soviet in the nearby drofia village. We have prepared something for the comrades in kirilovgrad. I hope you can accept these things." Then she turned to the tall man next to me who didn't have a turban and called, "Mila, give me the list we've prepared." The tall woman named Mira wiped the tears on her face, turned her hand to Katerina, took a document out of her arms and handed it to Katerina. When Katerina, vice committee member, got the document, she held it in her hands and handed it to kirilov in front of her. Kirilov took the document in a puzzled way, and after looking at it for a few minutes, his face was full of joy. He turned and handed me the document again. At the same time, he said, "look, Rita, the farm comrades have given us a lot of presents."