USSR 1941

  Chapter 156 Sacrifice

  Yakov's body was hanging at the junction of the carriages. After successfully uncoupling the carriages, he tried to climb to the roof from the junction.

  But the guerrillas chasing up from behind shot him indiscriminately. His body was hung by several ropes, and the soldiers didn't find it until the end of the battle.

  The soldiers untied his body from the ropes and carried it flat in the carriage. They hoped to find some signs of life in Yakov. They even gave him first aid, but everything was obviously in vain.

   "A brave man!" said Major Gavrilov. "He did his job and saved us all!"

   What Shulka thought of was what Yakov said not long ago: "I should thank you, second lieutenant, Odessa has our family and our friends, you saved them!"

   Yakov did not lose his family and friends, but his family and friends lost him.

   "There is a situation!" At this moment, Major Gavrilov shouted.

  The fighters, including Shulka, took up their weapons and prepared for battle at that moment, and several fighters even climbed onto the roof of the carriage to occupy a favorable position.

Looking in the direction indicated by Gavrilov, I saw a few blurred flashlights in front of the railway, and then suddenly disappeared... This is the correct way. Occasionally use the flashlight to observe the situation and quickly press it out to avoid yourself Become the target of the enemy.

   "It could be one of ours!" said Shulka.

  There are Soviet troops everywhere near the railway tracks. They are responsible for protecting the railways and roads while resisting possible attacks by the Romanian and German troops in the west.

   "Yes!" Major Gavrilov nodded in agreement, and the other party seemed to be a quality troop.

   Then their guess was quickly confirmed, because there were screams from the opposite side...that was from the wounded guerrillas, and they were obviously touched by bayonets.

   Major Gavrilov revealed his identity when the opponent approached.

   "My own, I am Major Gavrilov! We were attacked by partisans! Which part are you from?"

   "We belong to the 25th Infantry Army!" A voice came from the opposite side of the darkness: "I am Second Lieutenant Agrip! Is your place safe?"

   "Yes, safe!" Major Gavrilov replied: "They were beaten away by us!"

  The Soviet troops on the opposite side stood up, and then lit the flashlight.

   They were a little cautious at first, but when they saw the corpses around the carriage and the military uniforms of Shulka and others, they believed it completely.

  This kind of caution is necessary, after all, it is a rainy night, and the enemy is the Ukrainian rebels who also speak Russian.

   "Comrade Major!" Second Lieutenant Agrip stepped forward to salute Major Gavrilov, and then asked, "Where are the rest of you? Have you gone after those traitors?"

   "Others?" Major Gavrilov didn't understand what Second Lieutenant Agrip meant.

"It's the others!" Lieutenant Agrip said. "You know, misunderstandings can easily happen in the dark, and I need to know where they are, or there will be a disaster in case of a fight. I mean...I'm afraid we will put Your subordinates were defeated as enemies!"

  The Soviet soldiers behind Agrip laughed in unison.

   Major Gavrilov replied calmly: "No, Lieutenant. We have no one else!"

  Second Lieutenant Agrip's smile froze on his face, and he asked, "Comrade Major, what do you mean there is no one else?"

   "No one else means that we are all here!"

   "Everyone died?"

"You can put it this way!" Major Gavrilov replied: "Our total force has a platoon, which is divided into three parts: the front, the rear, and the middle of the car. The comrades at the front and the rear of the car should be sacrificed, the platoon leader. Master Yakov also died heroically, and everyone else is here..."

   "You mean..." Second Lieutenant Agrip swallowed hard: "You only have one platoon in total strength?"

   "Is there any question?" Major Gavrilov asked back.

   "No, no problem!" Lieutenant Agrip replied.

   But this is obviously not the case, because the eyes of Second Lieutenant Agrip and the soldiers behind him revealed shock, and some even thought it was a lie with disbelief on their faces.

  Among them was an officer next to Second Lieutenant Agrip.

   "No, this is impossible!" It was a big man, who should be the deputy company commander: "Major, do you know how many corpses there are?"

   "No, I don't know!" Major Gavrilov replied, "We're too busy fighting to count dead bodies... Besides, isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

  Major Gavrilov's last taunting remark was obviously a reply to Lieutenant Agrip's provocative remark just now, because the major had his eyes fixed on Lieutenant Agrip when he said this sentence.

   "The dead bodies and the wounded, there are more than a hundred people in total, major!" said the master, "Of course this is not an exact number. If you add those who escaped, I think there should be two hundred of them!"

"Oh, really?" Major Gavrilov put on a helpless expression, then looked at Shulka, and said, "Shulka, why are you so careless...Look, you killed so many people !"

   "It's not my fault, Major!" Shulka joked very cooperatively: "I think most of them are here to move supplies, so that's why they're so ignorant."

   As Shulka said, he turned his head and looked at the soldiers behind him, and asked, "Do you think so, comrades?"

   "Yes, of course!" Soldiers, you brag about your words:

   "There are more than two hundred of them? I don't believe it even if I kill them!"

   "I'm just warming up!"

   "These guerrillas must go to the battlefield hungry!"

  …

   These words only made the faces of Second Lieutenant Agrip and his subordinates turn red and white.

  They may still not be able to believe that all this is true, but the corpses everywhere in front of them make them have to believe it.

  In the end, Major Gavrilov didn't want to delay like this any longer, so he asked Second Lieutenant Agrip: "Usually, how do you deal with such situations?"

   "How to deal with what?" Second Lieutenant Agrip asked: "You mean those guerrillas?"

   "No, I mean the train!" Major Gavrilov said. "When will it start running again?"

   "I don't think it's going to start, Comrade Major!" Lieutenant Agrip replied: "They killed the driver and dropped a pack of dynamite in the locomotive!"

   "What's next?" Major Gavrilov said, "You can't leave us all here, can you?"

  Second Lieutenant Agrip said "Oh", and then replied: "We will push the locomotive to the side of the road, repair the railway, and send a locomotive from Kyiv at the same time..."