Chapter 1595

I spent a day in trekov's headquarters, and it was dark before I got back to my place.

I took off my boots and lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes and thought about what happened today. I felt like I was dreaming. First, Polish engineers set up a floating bridge across the East and West banks of the visva river at dawn. Only two hours later, the floating bridge was bombed by German planes. Our army and Polish army paid a huge price.

Just as everyone looked depressed, they unexpectedly received information from major monakov from behind the enemy that his troops had successfully captured Kaminsky and captured a battalion of soldiers

I turned over and reached under the pillow. It seemed that there was something under it. I quickly sat up, opened the pillow and saw a letter on the sheet. The envelope was blank with nothing on it.

I picked up the envelope, pulled out the letterhead and looked at it carefully. It's very simple: "Rita, I'd like to have a chat with you alone. If you like, walk south of the town after you come out of the house. At the end of the street, you'll see a drunkard with a bottle. If you ask him if he's drinking whiskey, he'll bring you to see me." The signature is "an old friend."

When I saw the contents on the letter, I could not help but frown. I said that it was a letter left by some boring person who could enter my room so smoothly. It seems that the security work here is not very good.

I picked up the letter paper again to see if I could find more clues, and found a few small lines below: "note, you must come to meet me in person, and you must come alone. If it is to send someone else to replace you, or to accompany you, then the drunkard will ignore you. "

The following notes have greatly aroused my interest. I thought to myself, is this a boring joke, or does someone really want to see me in private? Should I really go alone, as he suggested? Will there be any traps waiting for me?

This mysterious person's letter made me uneasy. I walked back and forth in the room with my hands behind my back, thinking about what I should do, whether to ignore or go on a date alone? I finally stopped to talk to someone, but when I grabbed the doorknob, I stopped again. I asked myself in my heart, who can I talk to about it? It is obviously impossible for rokosovsky to be too far apart; Trakov is quite close, but when he knows about it, he may send a company to protect me, so that I have no chance to see what he wrote to me.

I hesitated for a long time and finally decided to go to the meeting alone. Because I couldn't figure out the details of the other side, I carefully checked the pistol, and specially brought two more clips, thinking that even if there was any conspiracy, I would be able to kill a way out.

When I left my residence, the soldiers on guard outside raised their hands to salute me. Standing on the empty street, I was suddenly awakened by the cold night wind. I could not help feeling a trace of regret for my reckless behavior. At that moment, I even wanted to turn around and go back to my room, but in the end, I wanted to meet the mysterious man and walk south of the town again.

I walked down the street all the way to the south entrance of the town, but I didn't see anyone except a five person patrol I met on the road. Just when I wanted to get angry, I suddenly heard someone coughing in the corner beside me. I reached out and pulled out my pistol, aimed at the direction of the sound and asked warily, "who, who is there?"

"Girl, do you want to drink?" There was a murmur in the dark.

Although I guessed that this might be the drunkard who wanted to show me the way, I kept enough vigilance, holding the pistol in both hands, and slowly approached him. When I saw the drunkard sitting in the corner, I found that he really had a bottle in his hand, so I tentatively asked, "are you drinking whisky?"

"You're here at last," the other party suddenly said clearly to me, "come with me. I'll take you to meet someone you know." With that, he stood up abruptly, turned around and walked forward, and I quickly followed.

He took me into an alley, made a few turns, and finally came to a house with a closed door. He stopped, turned to me and said, "here it is. Here it is." He opened the door, went in, came to the middle of the room in the dark, struck a match and lit a candle on the wooden table.

He turned to me and said, "don't stand at the door. Please come in. Don't worry. You'll be safe here. "

Listen to him say so, I slowly walked into the room, backhand closed the door, carefully asked: "where is this, the people who want to see me, and where?"

"Sit down, Rita." The man sat down on one side of the table, pointed to the empty seat opposite him, and politely said, "if you don't mind, you can always hold a pistol."

I saw that the other party noticed that I had been holding a pistol in my hand, so I chuckled and sat down on the empty seat of his finger. Then I asked impolitely, "are we old friends?"

"That's right, Rita." The man called my nickname again and helped me remember, "we fought shoulder to shoulder in Himki, don't you remember?"

"Himki?" When he said that, I frowned and looked at each other carefully with the help of the faint candle light, trying to think about who I had fought with in this small town north of Moscow. But after thinking for a long time, I still had no clue, so I had to shake my head and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I really can't remember where I met you."“ Well, it seems that you have really forgotten me. " The other side shook his head and said with regret: "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm bunyachenko, acting division commander of the 289th tank division..." "it's you, comrade colonel." As soon as he finished his name, I immediately remembered who he was. I quickly put the pistol on the table, reached out and shook hands with him. At the same time, I enthusiastically asked, "when we took part in the offensive battle, the tank you drove was blown over by German shells. Although I sent a lot of soldiers to look for you, there was no whereabouts of you. I thought you..." "thought I had died, Is that right? " After nodding his approval, he continued: "in fact, I was injured and captured at that time. For so many years, I have been detained in the German prison camp."“ When did you escape? " When I said this, I thought to myself that maybe he was worried that his experience in the German prison camp would cause him trouble, so he asked me to meet him to help him clean up his grievances. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I didn't escape, but the Germans let me out."“ What, you were released by the Germans? " I grabbed the pistol I put on the table, aimed at him and asked, "tell me, what's the purpose of your coming this time?"“ Rita, I've ventured to meet you for two purposes Buniachenko said cautiously: "first, the Germans are losing and retreating, and there is a shortage of troops on all fronts, so they have come up with a new idea to select prisoners of war in each prisoner's camp and form a" Russian Liberation Army "to fight against the Soviet Army..." "I know that, ”I said lightly, "it's the anti Soviet puppet army that Vlasov is the commander of. I don't know what position the Germans have arranged for you in this army? " Hearing what I said, he blushed and said for a long time, "Rita, you don't know. The reason why I agree to cooperate with the German is just for the sake of saving my life temporarily. In fact, I don't really want to be an accomplice of the German, but I'm always ready to escape to my own army." Instead of pestering me on this issue, I continued to ask, "tell me more about your second destination."“ I want to lead the army. Anyway, "buniachenko said with a strong voice," many of my officers and men, like me, don't want to really work for the Germans. But we often have to face painful choices: either stand on the German side, or be immediately shot on the spot If it was the first two years, maybe I would agree to his request and try to make his troops work anyway. However, after the ups and downs of the military in recent years, I understand that many things are high-voltage lines, so I can't touch them casually. Therefore, as for his request, I can only reply vaguely: "Colonel buniachenko, I'd like to ask for it for you, but I can't guarantee what effect it will achieve." My perfunctory words made buniachenko grasp a straw. He took out a stack of square papers from his pocket and handed them to me. He sincerely said to me: "the scale of the Russian Liberation Army is 50000 people. The officers and soldiers are mainly from our prisoners of war and some exiled Russian expatriates. This is the roster of senior commanders. Please pass it on to the superior who can make decisions. " I reached for it, put it in my coat pocket, and said, "well, Colonel buniachenko, I'll do my best to help you with this. If I get an answer, how can I get in touch with you? " Buniachenko obviously trusted me and said to me, "I'm going to stay in town for three days. If you need to find me, you can go to the place where you just met me."“ Well, I see. " I nodded, got up and went to the door. My hand seized the door handle, and without looking back, I said, "if there is any latest news, I will contact you in time." Then I opened the door and went out.