Chapter 145: Heavenly Thunder Kill

On February 22, 1946, the eastern suburbs of Leningrad.

In the northern hemisphere, the daylight in the middle of winter is the shortest of the year. It was only 4 pm, and the sky gradually darkened. On a hill facing north and south, four Soviet 1940 steel helmets were worn on their heads - during World War II, the German m35 and the US m1 with a unique shape that could be identified at a glance, wearing wool-wool winter uniforms and long grass-brown windbreakers, Soviet soldiers were on guard with guns and live ammunition beside a convertible Gas car. They looked focused but bored and stood in the snow.

It was almost two hours, without any extra heating tools, and I was in this relatively remote location, guarding a double-track railway line. This railway connecting Leningrad and Moscow was originally a key line guarded by the army. There were garrison guards along the way. Today, the alert was obviously upgraded. Wherever there were slopes or woods, there were basically cars or trucks. The officers and soldiers in the same costumes were silently enduring the suffering brought by the severe cold, and they didn't know when the end would be.

"I'll go pee!" The largest soldier among the four said in a muffled voice. Although his words were correct, they inevitably gave people a sense of vulgarity. Relying on his strong body, he easily carried the magazine-full Bobosha submachine gun behind his shoulders, like a brown bear, climbing up the hillside. There was a small forest of pine trees, and further behind it was endless fields. In this season, there were usually not even a rabbit.

The movement of the big guy changed the dull atmosphere slightly. Another tall soldier whispered: "I really want to know who was going to pass by here and actually created such a big show. Why don't you take the special plane directly!"

The soldier who was about the same height as him but was stronger responded, "That's right, isn't it very convenient to take a plane? Why do you choose such a strange weather to take a train, which makes it look unique?"

"Stop guessing, maybe it's a marshal who happened to be inspecting nearby!" The non-commissioned officer with a low figure and a very generous body squinted his eyes and looked to the east. It was the direction of Moscow, and he took the direct route to Leningrad. The next day was the annual Soviet Red Army Day. Without clear instructions, the officers and soldiers naturally felt that this time was on duty for the train entering Leningrad from the outside.

"What makes sense!" said the tall and thin soldier in a tone that was not like flattering. At this moment, a low muffled groan came from the woods on the hillside.

Not only did the three Soviet soldiers who stayed on the hillside not become alert, the tall and thin soldier also laughed: "Hey, I said Varilev, have you shitted? You're constipated again! Who told you to eat so much at noon!"

"It's so disgusting!" The short and thick stubborn steward seemed too sensitive. Before he could smell the stinking, he had already pinched his nose and complained angrily: "Varilev, you rude guy, have to go away with your stool!"

There was no echo in the woods.

"It couldn't be something wrong, right?" The tall and relatively strong soldier picked up the submachine gun. It was inconvenient to pull the bolt and pull the trigger with thick gloves. He took off the big furry gloves and kept the layer of velvet gloves inside. At the same time, the other two were alert, but the low voices from the woods made them relax again.

"Who brought the paper?" The voice seemed to change, but it was a little far away and the cold outdoors, and the Soviet soldiers did not notice the abnormality.

The short and thick non-commissioned officer subconsciously moved two steps down the hillside: "It's so damn, Varilev, just find a few leaves to solve the problem!"

But there were only humming sounds similar to those with constipation in the woods.

The tall and strong soldier carried the submachine gun again, searched in his pocket, took out a ball of straw paper, frowned and walked towards the woods: "Varilev, this piece of paper is worth a thousand gold. How about helping me pay a job next time?"

"No problem!" A low voice came from the woods, and the speaker seemed to be pinching his nose.

During the war, even if they were not close to the front line, the soldiers would remain very vigilant. However, the peace of more than half a year has gradually numbed their thinking. The tall and strong soldier walked up with a gun and said, "My man, your condition seems not good, can you handle it?"

The guy squatting in the woods didn't say anything. When the tall and strong Soviet soldier walked to the edge of the woods, a cold voice suddenly came from the side of the hillside: "Who approved you to leave your post without permission?"

The three men, including tall and strong soldiers, stopped in place and looked in the sound. Two young officers wearing the uniforms of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs appeared nearby like ghosts. The leader looked like a lieutenant, and the submachine gun was behind his butt. The rank was overwhelming them. Moreover, the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs was an elite force with a mysterious color in the eyes of ordinary people. They were stationed in major and medium-sized cities in the Soviet Union to undertake domestic security and security work. During the Patriotic War, they were also responsible for supervising the armed forces and acting as the task of the supervising team. They had a considerable power. After the war, although the size of this force was greatly reduced compared with the war, they were still carrying the secret mission of being curious and fearful.

The short and strong non-commissioned officer quickly saluted and explained: "Report, Varilev, our private, just now, just felt uncomfortable in his stomach and went to the woods to relieve his hands. We did not leave our post."

The leading internal affairs officer walked slowly with his hands behind his back and with a stern face. He looked disdainful of the non-commissioned officer's explanation, but said coldly: "No matter what method you use, you can only appear in front of us within half a minute, otherwise you should be treated as arbitrarily leaving the post."

The non-commissioned officer was stunned for a moment, and his two privates were also confused at this time. The tall and thick soldier standing on the edge of the woods tried to look inside and whisper to his companions, but the constipated guy didn't respond at all.

Seeing that the lieutenant of the Internal Affairs Force had already rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, the short and thick non-commissioned officer didn't care about so much, and rushed to the woods on the hillside alone, leaving the tall and thin privates staying in place. As for the tall and thick privates standing on the edge of the woods, they heard it clearly just now, so they rushed into the woods with anxiety on their faces, without realizing that there was a strong murderous aura in it, and they did not calm down to figure out why the officers and non-commissioned officers of the Internal Affairs Force are still wearing war-era uniforms. Not long after the new uniforms were released, the mixed situation between the old and the new was originally normal in the army, but the conditions of the internal affairs force were better than those of ordinary troops. How could these arrogant guys wear old and old uniforms when performing their missions?

After the Soviet non-commissioned officers' operation, the officer wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Internal Affairs no longer looked at his watch. A cunning smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he waved his hand gently, the non-commissioned officer behind him quickly walked towards the tall and thin private who remained on the hillside, and said in confusion: "Soldier, the button on your collar is loose!"

The simple Soviet army soldier immediately subconsciously lowered his head to tidy up his collar. However, when he was surprised that he had not loosened his collar button, the non-commissioned officer from the internal affairs unit had already floated to him. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light and disappeared in his chest instantly. He pressed his neck tightly with his other hand, making it helplessly make a gurgling sound.

There was a rustling sound in the woods, and after a moment, everything returned to calm. Two strong young men in Soviet uniforms and carrying submachine guns walked out of the woods. The two men in the internal affairs forces worked together to lift the dead Soviet soldier to the parked car on the side, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and put him in the car as if he was sitting and resting. After that, wearing the uniform of the Soviet army's lieutenant, he raised his telescope and observed the surroundings. According to this, the nearest temporary duty point of the Soviet army was on the edge of the woods about two kilometers away. The squad leader or low-level non-commissioned officer at the deputy squad level was not qualified to use the telescope. Judging from the posture of those people, they must have not realized that something was wrong here.

.When the lieutenant waved his hand and signaled, two soldiers wearing 1943 Soviet Army uniforms came out of the woods. They carried their large and heavy bags to the Gas car parked on the hillside, then returned to the woods as if nothing had happened, and took off two other slap bags. At this time, at the edge of the woods - about seventy or eighty meters from the straight line of the railway tracks, several other young men in Soviet uniforms were quickly assembling the disassembled and transported launch parts, becoming the most common "tank killer" in the German team in the middle and late stages of the war, namely the 88mm anti-tank rocket launcher. It was no problem to defeat the T-34 armor within an effective range of 150 meters, and it was no problem to special bulletproof carriages.

About half an hour later, the sound of the train traveling from far to Leningrad came, and a long light gray snake appeared in the telescope. It was not very fast, and it seemed that it would take several minutes to pass under the hillside. At the warning of the lieutenant wearing the uniform of the Internal Affairs Force, a soldier wearing a Su-made steel helmet took a seat in the Gas car. He tried to start the car, and after checking it was fine, he kept it in the starting state. Then he found the rocking stick in the car and found a support point so that it could replace the human footsteps to press the accelerator pedal when necessary. When he finished these, the light gray line

The head of the snake was already whimpering. It was cold in winter, and the white air came out of the steamed car head was particularly strong. Through the fog that spreads with the wind, the lieutenant stared at the car behind. Judging from the outline and appearance, the two sections that leaned against the front of the car were indeed armed armored cars, but they did not expose large and small air defense weapons like during the war. The outer wall of the car behind the car was smooth and exquisite, not like ordinary passenger cars at all. They looked exactly the same, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific purpose from the appearance. At the very end of this train that was dragging about ten cars, there were two armored cars like the front.

As the train approached, every "Su Army soldier" on the hillside maintained a calm posture, but showed a little nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes that were not easy to detect. After calculating the time of the intersection, the soldiers sitting in the car drove the car down the hillside. The driver on the front of the train immediately pulled the whistle when he saw this situation. It sounded deafening at the close distance, but the soldiers on the train ignored it. When the Gas car was more than 20 meters away from the rails and the locomotive was close, he supported the rocker with extremely quick movements, turned over and jumped out of the car door, rolled along the hillside, and the Gas car, which was riding a dead soldier and hundreds of pounds of strong explosives, continued to move forward. The train braked at this time was useless. The cannon on the armored car opened fire at the last moment, but it still failed to stop the car from hitting the car and making a shocking sound...
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