Chapter 1317

Gretka and the cultural relic experts heard the cry, immediately aimed their submachine gun at the direction of the sound and pulled the bolt. When travkin heard this voice, he was overjoyed and cried out, "don't shoot, it's your own people!" With that, he raised his hand, lowered the muzzle of the submachine gun in their hands, and asked in the distance, "is it Comrade Alexander?"

"It's me, comrade major." A middle-aged man in civilian clothes came out from behind a big tree with a German submachine gun. He slung his submachine gun over his shoulder, ran forward quickly, gave a hug to trafkin, and said excitedly, "Comrade major, you've been missing for a few days, but we're in a hurry."

This Alexander is one of the two men left behind by the team. He is the most respected old scout of trafkin. After embracing with travkin, he gave a warm hug to gretka and the cultural relic experts respectively to celebrate the rest of their lives.

After Alexander and the other two hugged, trafkin asked, "where are the others?"

"Well, comrade major." Alexander replied, "because of the blizzard yesterday, the guerrilla leader said that the open-air camp could not stay any longer, so he took people to move. But he arranged me and the operator in a cave nearby, waiting for you to come back. I just came to try my luck, but I didn't expect to meet you. Let's go. It's snowy outside. Let's go back to the cave. "

Travkin nodded and said, "let's go, comrade Alexander. I don't think our whereabouts have been found in these two days. Comrade commander should be worried. "

When the four entered the cave, the telegraph operator, who was receiving telegrams inside, heard the news from outside, grabbed the pistol put aside, hid behind a rock, and aimed his gun at the hole.

"Hello, comrade operator, don't be nervous." Alexander obviously heard the movement in the cave, guessed that the operator must be hiding, and quickly called out: "it's the major. They're back."

Although the operator heard Alexander's voice, he still looked at the entrance of the cave suspiciously. When he saw that the three men in German uniforms, who were following him, were really travkin, they suddenly gave a surprise and rushed out of the hiding place. He came to travkin, raised his hand to salute him, and then said excitedly, "Hello, comrade major, welcome back."

Travkin glanced at the location of the station and asked, "what are you doing, comrade operator?"

The operator turned to look at the rock where the radio station was placed, and immediately exclaimed, "Oh, no, I'm receiving a telegram from the group army." With that, he quickly rushed to the radio station and sat down. He put on his earphone and continued to receive the news.

After a while, the operator raised his head and said to travkin, "major, the telegram from the group army said that they had lost contact with you, so they sent a detachment of the 51st division of the guards to come here day and night. They were sent to Lutsk to find out the whereabouts of travkin and others. If by the time the troops arrive, major travkin has returned, then the troops are officially under his command. "

After waiting for the operator to finish speaking, he immediately told him: "Comrade operator, please send a message to the group army headquarters, saying that when we went for reconnaissance two days ago, we were forced into a temporary team by the German army and were ready to transport us to the front line to take part in the attack on Kiev and Zhitomir. Fortunately, the motorcade was ambushed by an army on the road, so we had a chance to get out of danger. "

The telegraph operator sent the telegram truthfully and received a reply soon. The telegram read: "the unit that ambushed the German convoy may be a unit under the command of Captain Rosenberg of the 51st division of the guards. They are operating in that area."

"It's him." Hearing Rosenberg's name, trafkington was overjoyed and said, "with their cooperation, we are more confident of completing the tasks of our superiors." He then asked, "is there any new order from the headquarters?"

The operator nodded and continued: "Comrade commander ordered us to find out whether there are any cultural relics we are looking for in the German things stored in the bank within two days."

The cultural relic expert sitting on one side of the rock laughed bitterly when he heard what the telegraph operator said. Then he said angrily, "Comrade major, we can't get into the bank now. How can we check the things stored in it?"

Alexander looked at the three men's SS uniforms, and then put forward his own opinion: "Comrade major, since you are wearing SS uniforms, you might as well try to see if you can get into the bank?"

"It's no use, comrade Alexander." As soon as Alexander finished speaking, gretka mercilessly poured cold water on the other side: "it's not enough to have this SS uniform alone. I think I need a special pass to enter the bank. If we don't know the situation, we'll be shot to death before we get close to the bank. "

"What shall we do?" "We only have two days," said the cultural relic expert anxiously. "If we don't find a way quickly, I'm afraid we won't be able to complete the task assigned to us by our superiors."

Sitting on a rock covered with a small blanket, travkin pondered for a while, then stood up and said, "comrades, there are three ways to get into the bank. The worst strategy is to concentrate all the forces of Rosenberg and guerrillas, launch a fierce attack on the bank, and forcibly break in to check the cultural relics stored in it; Zhongce: there should be sewers under the bank. We can enter the bank through sewers; The best policy is to wait for captain Rosenberg's troops to arrive, let them disguise as Germans, forge a document, and then go to the bank to take over the defense of the garrison. "

As soon as the top, middle and bottom strategies of travkin came out, gretka shook his head and objected: "Comrade major, what you said is not feasible at all. As soon as we launch an attack on the bank, we will soon attract the enemies around us. Before our people rush into the bank, they will be completely destroyed.

Let's talk about the best policy. Even if there is a sewer that can enter the bank, because of the existence of the underground vault, the outlet of the sewer should be in the business hall and other places. In these places, there must be Germans patrolling day and night. If we want to sneak in quietly, our chances are slim.

As for the best policy, I think it is feasible. If you think about it, a team of 40 or 50 troops, with the command of the superior to change the guard, may really be able to fool the Germans in the past

"Comrade lieutenant, the Germans are not that stupid." Alexander also said his opinion without hesitation: "even if there is an army of 40 or 50 people to change the guard, the highest rank of the officer in charge is just captain. If the commander in the bank is a major or an officer of a higher rank, and they see that there are new troops to take over their defense, the first thing they think of is to ask their superiors if there is a change of defense. In this way, our actions will go through. "

After he finished, he thought about it quietly for a while, and then continued“ On the contrary, I think it's worth trying. We don't have the design of the bank in our hands. We can't know where the entrance to the sewer is, so we have to take a chance. "

It's the first time that travkin has been a scout for such a long time. In the past, to understand the enemy's troop deployment, we only needed to capture two prisoners and interrogate them. But now the defenders in the bank are all moving in groups near the bank, according to the fact that they don't have the chance to catch prisoners. And even if you're lucky enough to meet a single officer or soldier, as long as you catch him, you'll scare the snake, which will also lead to the failure of the operation.

"Comrade major, what shall we do?" Seeing trafkin's hesitation, everyone turned their eyes on him. Alexander, who was closest to him, touched him gently with his arm and asked in a low voice, "what are we going to do next?"

Travkin took a deep breath and said, "comrades, since no one can think of a good way now, let's have a rest. We've been working too hard these two days. We should have a good rest. Maybe we'll come up with a good way after we get to sleep. "

All night long.

Early the next morning, when everyone got up, travkin began to assign a task to everyone: "today, it's still lieutenant gretka, the heritage expert and I who are going to scout the city together. Comrade Alexander, on the other hand, moved eastward to see if he could meet captain Rosenberg's forces and bring them here. "

"Comrade major," Alexander said with some worry, "if there are too many people coming, this cave will not be able to live in."

Travkin scanned the whole cave again, and then said in a relaxed tone, "don't worry, comrade Alexander. Even if there are forty or fifty people, this cave should be able to accommodate them."

"Major, major." When the operator saw that everyone had been assigned a task, but only he had been left out, he could not help being a little worried. He called out the rank of travkin and asked nervously, "since you have arranged a task for everyone, what about me? What task did you assign me? "

"Comrade telegraph operator," said travkin with a smile, "your task is to keep in touch with the outside world, so that you can receive instructions from your superiors at any time, and report the situation here to your superiors."

Seeing what travkin said, although the operator was unwilling, he had no choice but to agree to stay in the cave alone and keep in touch with the headquarters of the group army through the radio.

Travkin and others, driving the seized motorcycles, swaggered along the road towards Lutsk. But when they saw the fuel truck parked on the side of the road, they stopped the motorcycle and ordered the logistics soldiers to refuel the motorcycle. Then they walked into the tent of the nearby field canteen as if there were no one else and had a barely sumptuous breakfast in it.

As the three continued on their motorcycles, the cultural relic expert in the straddle said with some pride: "I didn't expect the uniform of the Ss to work so well. You see, since we got the vehicle and military uniform certificate yesterday, we had no obstacle on the way. There was no one to check it."

Driving a tricycle, travkin turned to look at the cultural relic expert, and said in a loud voice: "OK, comrade expert, we are going to enter the city soon, so you don't have to say any more Russian to avoid crossing the border." Hearing travkin's warning, the cultural relic expert nodded and closed his mouth.

Just then, a checkpoint loomed on the road ahead. From the nearby sentry box and the cross bar in the middle of the road, travkin judged that there were not many people in it.

When the motorcycle arrived at the checkpoint, the crossbar of the checkpoint was not raised. A German soldier with a helmet and a submachine gun around his neck walked slowly to gretka, who was riding the motorcycle, and said coldly, "please show me your identification."

Gretka dealt with the SS soldiers yesterday, and he knew that to deal with such a big soldier, he had to be superior to him. So he learned the bald tone and said, "go and lift up the crossbar for me. If you delay our military police affairs, be careful not to take it away." But the German soldiers were not moved. Instead, they stepped back, pointed their submachine guns at the three men, and said impolitely, "don't think you're a great SS. I'm not afraid of you. If you don't show your identification today, you don't want to rush here. " Facing the black muzzle of the gun, gretka pushed up the goggles, then turned to the nearby travkin and the cultural relics experts for a wink, indicating that everyone was ready to start. Unexpectedly, his little action was discovered by the German soldiers. With a loud cry, two or three German soldiers rushed out of the guard boxes on both sides of the road and surrounded them with guns. Seeing that there are six or seven people on the other side, gretka knows that the situation is not optimistic. If he doesn't show his ID, he may not be able to pass the checkpoint today. So he pretended to be helpless and said to travkin, "OK, take out your and the second lieutenant's papers, too." When the three men's documents were handed over to the German soldiers, he quickly looked through them. Instead of returning them to gretka, he put them directly into his pocket. Seeing this, gretka was in a hurry. He asked in a loud voice, "Hey, since we've finished checking the ID, why don't we return it to you?" As soon as his voice fell, he felt a hard thing on his back. According to his intuition, it was the barrel of the submachine gun. Seeing the six or seven muzzles in the front and the muzzles at the back, he sighed helplessly, raised his foot, got off the motorcycle, stood beside the car and bowed his head in despair. Just when he felt that he was at the end of his life, he suddenly heard the people behind him joking in a mocking tone: "gentlemen of the SS, you are our prisoners now." When gretka heard the voice, he was stunned, and then he felt ecstatic, because the visitor spoke Russian, and the voice was relatively familiar. He turned and saw that it was captain Rosenberg who appeared in front of him. The other side lowered the muzzle and gave him a warm hug. At the same time, he said out loud, "Hello, Lieutenant gretka, we've finally found you."