Chapter 1015

On the outskirts of Moscow, a humble small farm, the morning here is still so sunny, although occasionally you can hear the distant and hazy sound from the end of the earth, everything here still maintains the peace and tranquility. ∽ ↗， At least the war has not spread here. The last time foreign troops passed through here, it was in Napoleon's time.

Having the largest and most profound territory in the world has always been something the Soviet Union is proud of. Other countries will never be envious of such things, just as in peacetime, these big countries are envious of small ships and good turns. Really, don't envy those small countries how to unite as one and how popular customs can be used, because those small countries are also envious of big countries with large territory, abundant resources and large population.

However, when the tanks of the Third Reich stayed in Ukraine and completed the task of defense and counterattack, Moscow was no longer an elusive existence for Germany. After precise calculation, the German side has learned the farthest attack distance of their Blitzkrieg. The whole German army is like a precise machine, fighting the war which they are most likely to win with their best rhythm.

A 55 year old woman carrying a huge pitchfork frowned at the forest in the distance. Her two sons and one daughter had joined the Soviet Red Army, and even her poor husband, who was nearly sixty years old, had taken up his gun and defended his country.

So the only one left in the family who can work, or the only one left, is her. She needs to do heavy farm work by herself to avoid losing the huge crops that are about to be harvested.

It's a pity that she can't help but worry about the war situation in front of her. The lack of news from her family is enough to upset her. The news from the passing population makes her worried. The German army has reached the north of Moscow, only a dozen kilometers away from her. This is the news she got from the passing army one day ago. The army rushed to the defense line of Ivankov reservoir to prevent the German army from crossing the reservoir and going south to Moscow.

Soon the dull sound, as if the earth had been struck by a huge drumstick, came again. The farmer looked uneasily and heard that it was full of German direction. After thinking about it, she finally put down her farm tools and hurried back to her home.

After all, it was the war years. She had already packed up all the valuable things in her home and hid them under the hollowed out floors of her home. If there is any trouble, she can leave this terrible place with the fastest speed and the most money.

The woman on her way home put a few pieces of bread under the plate into her mouth, then turned back to take out the burden, and hid in a safer place. She heard that the South and the West are all front lines. Only when we go to the East can we have a chance of survival.

Just now that kind of let her very uneasy premonition once again hit on the heart, she did not wait to take out their own burden, she heard a burst of rapid knock on the door. At this time, the sound of knocking on the door seemed so abrupt, which frightened the poor peasant woman. But the rapid knock on the door did not stop. Instead, it became faster and denser.

After calming down, she went to the door and opened her room. Then she saw a group of Soviet infantry, some with helmets, some with only a leather hat. In short, they were soldiers covered with blood and dust, carrying a wounded man lying on a stretcher.

Without any nonsense, they directly pushed the woman away and spread the wounded on the floor of the room with all hands and feet. Several people went upstairs in their leather boots and kicked on the floor.

"Any medicine?" The head of a Soviet military officer was still bandaged on his shoulder. He leaned against the wall, panting, and asked the peasant woman who was shocked by the blood and what happened: "do you have any medicine here?"

"Wow!" Before the woman could answer, a Soviet soldier with a machine gun smashed the window of the room and pointed the black machine gun out of the broken window to the street in front of him. His action was so natural, as if he had never seen the owner of the room still here.

"Hey! I asked, "do you have any medicine here?" The first Soviet officer was a little impatient, because the humming voice of the wounded officer under his feet was really boring. He loudly pulled the peasant woman back to reality from the shock of broken glass, and then looked at the only unfortunate woman in the room who was not a soldier with a bloody eye.

"No... no!" The peasant woman waved her hand quickly. She didn't know why these people rushed into their houses and trampled on them so wantonly. After all, aren't they all Soviet? Why treat the common people of our motherland like this?

"The Germans crossed the Ivankov reservoir this morning. This is the front line. We were driven here by German tanks all the way from the reservoir defense line, so you are already the front line of our Soviet Union! " The chief officer opened his mouth and said the longest thing he had ever said since he came into the room. Then he closed his mouth.

Another soldier walked by the farmer's side and kindly reminded the woman: "get out of here! Half an hour or a few minutes later, there will be a lot of German troops here. We're ordered to defend, but you don't have to die here. " At this time, a soldier came down from the upstairs in a hurry, holding the scarf that the peasant woman had hung on the wall: "I found this, comrade captain! Let's see if we can stop the bleeding for the political commissar. There's nothing in this room. They've set up sniper positions on the second floor. "“ That's my scarf. " The poor peasant woman squeezed out a very small voice from her mouth to plead. Unfortunately, her words had not yet come to the ground. After entering the house, no one took off their shoes, so they trapped the scarf on the wound of the wounded officer on the stretcher“ "Ah?" Seems to hear something, the scarves on the bleeding wounds of the soldiers looked back at the farmer“ Nothing... And half a bottle of vodka in the kitchen. I hope it's useful. " The woman pointed to the kitchen and then shut her mouth“ Get out of here The officer added, and then ignored the original owner of the room. And the poor old woman looked at the floor which was pressed by the stretcher, sighed helplessly, turned around and pushed away the house which had lived for decades. When she came out of the house, the old woman looked back at the woods in the distance, where the birds were flying in groups, and the trees in the distance had begun to shake slightly. Obviously something was coming from there. From just now on, she felt that there was something wrong with that direction. Just as she was in a daze, a German Leopard tank with field camouflage broke a branch and rushed out of the forest. As a rural woman who has never seen a Soviet tank, the huge war machine made of steel is really enough to have a shocking effect on her“ Bang Not far from the old woman, a Soviet soldier hiding behind the low wall, armed with his moshinagan rifle, fired at the German tank. The bullet hit the front armor plate of the tank and was ejected for a long time. It was only after the gunshot that the peasant woman found that Soviet soldiers had been stationed all over the village. Obviously, the German tank didn't intend to be polite to the Soviet troops in the village. The machine gun in the front of the car body roared immediately. When the tracer bullet hit the hedges and bushes near the village, it splashed the wood and plants. Soon the bullet hit the low wall where the firing Soviet infantry was hiding. For a moment, sparks and brick fragments were everywhere. The farmer's wife saw a Soviet soldier hiding in a drainage ditch waving at her fiercely, shouting something because she couldn't hear the gunshot. She turned her eyes to the low wall which had been shot with white smoke, and found that the unbearable Soviet soldier rushed out of the low wall, hoping to escape to a safer place. It's a pity that the bullets didn't let him off. The bullets soon penetrated his stomach, then his shoulder and thigh. In a moment, he convulsed and fell down. After a slight movement on the ground, there was no sound. The splashing blood and shining tracer bullets finally made the peasant woman realize that she was in a very dangerous situation, so she forgot the Soviet soldier who waved to her in the ditch, ignored the gesture that made her try to hide, turned and ran in the opposite direction. At the same time, the second German tank rushed out of the woods and pointed its thick gun barrel at the old woman's room in the village. With a loud bang, a grenade hit the corner of the house. The broken stones and bricks flew everywhere, and the house was covered by the dust. The Soviet firepower nearby was silent immediately, and the battlefield was filled with white smoke. A Soviet soldier, carrying his own weapons, bent down and ran across the road in the village. Under his feet was the body of the lying peasant woman. Shrapnel hit poor her, let her no longer suffer from this terrible wa