In total war, don't put too much faith in anyone you come across!

This is a truth that the little Ivansky partisan brigade has verified with blood, and whether this truth is really reliable or not, at least they themselves think so.

The comers are hundreds of guys with loaded guns, and they can't tell the difference between friend and foe for the time being, so they default to being enemies.

So, despite the desperate shouts of Ivanico leading his men, the people in the grass remained unmoved.

Even a couple of militants were muttering: "Ivan, I see that this Ivaniko has also defected!" The rumbling of artillery in Loyev must have been a trick by the Germans to disguise themselves as Soviet troops attacking the city and thus lure us all away. ”

"Nikita, your imagination is rich, but there is some truth in it! I didn't dare to come out rashly, or even shoot. I suspect that this group of people is the traitors of the great motherland! ”

"Yes, let's hide, they won't find it. If it is really exposed, then the net will be broken, and the traitor Ivaniko will be killed first. ”

At the same time, Ivaniko never expected that his shouting would lead to misunderstandings.

In fact, the main body of the guerrilla brigade is not far away, and they are always concerned about the situation, and they do not dare to act rashly. When the people in the team heard those shouts, they couldn't help but be moved. Perhaps, is that really the army of the Motherland? Are you here to save everyone?

Ivansky, the captain of the brigade and the head of the village, no longer dared to believe it, the last time he lost 200 people in the team, it was he who listened to the traitor's words. When everyone dedicated, they found that they were greeted not by Soviet troops, but by a group of puppet soldiers in black uniforms and machine guns, and damned Germans!

However, this time was special, as Loyev's cannon fire came every few hours, which had never happened before. Besides, he also learned that the guerrillas in the Pripet swamp to the south were very powerful, and if they attacked Loyev, could it be Pripet's allies?

The guerrilla brigade is caught in a dilemma, and who continues to break this embarrassment.

In the grass, a nine-year-old boy was being held down by his mother.

The child felt very unwell and complained in a low voice.

"If you bear with me, after these people leave, we will be safe!" The woman whispered reassuringly.

"Mom, I'm still uncomfortable!"

"Stop talking! If the Germans find out about us, they will kill you. ”

"They? Are they really Germans? Isn't that Uncle Ivanico that? What about my dad? Isn't it there too? ”

The boy spoke of his father, and the woman was beating a drum in her heart. Her husband participated in the "Grain Rush Operation", and they went to bomb the train to grab food, but so far there is no accurate letter. Women don't dare to come forward but are sure if they have their own husbands here, and they also hope that they are still alive.

However, if the husband takes refuge in the enemy, it means that the marriage has broken down. A woman will never accept her husband as a traitor.

The child's ears are very good, he is after all the son of his father, and he is unusually sensitive to his father's voice.

Suddenly, the little boy took advantage of his mother's inattention and hunched over.

"Oh, don't move!" Mother continued to tug at his slender arm.

The child struggled to break free from the shackles of the wood, and said excitedly: "I heard Daddy's voice, I'm going to find Daddy!" ”

The grass suddenly rustled, and the Soviet soldiers who were loaded with guns reflexively aimed their guns in the direction from which the sound came.

"Daddy! Father! ”

A childish voice came leisurely, and the nervous soldiers lowered their guns.

Then, in the dim light, a little boy in tattered clothes, like a small beast, emerged from the grass.

The child's father was in the line, and the son's voice was familiar to him.

"Sasha, I'm here!"

The father rushed over, he saw his son's small body clearly, picked him up again, and kissed the child's little face several times.

"Sasha, where's your mother?"

"She's there, and there are other aunts and uncles."

The child's thinking is simple, he doesn't have the heart to distract these hundreds of people whether they are friends or foes, as long as the father is here, it is very safe.

Tepunov made a quick decision, he really didn't have time to grind, and with a wave of his hand, the fighters rushed over.

Seeing this, the ambushers also stood up one after another. Because there is no need for them to hide, why should they hide it if the child is safe and sound?

The child's mother left the grass, and the family of three hugged each other and wept bitterly, as if they had been lost for a long time and had seen each other.

As a father's man, he quickly took out a few baked potatoes and stuffed them into the hands of his wife and son.

"You! Where did you get that?! It's still cooked! The woman asked nervously.

"It was given to me by these Red Army soldiers, who came to fight the city of Loyev, which was to be used as a battlefield, and after learning of our existence, they were ordered to take us all away."

"Really? Where do we go? ”

"It's the Pripett swamp!" The man pointed to the south, "I heard that there is a very clever general there, and he plans to fight a big battle here. The Germans and traitors who had been in power were quickly exterminated. They avenged our vengeance, and then our family of three went to the swamp to the south, where we had baked potatoes every day. ”

Hearing this, the woman shed tears of relief.

All misunderstandings were resolved, and the village chief, who was on the sidelines, was sure that it was indeed the army of the motherland. Then there was nothing to fear, and all the four hundred who were still strong and alive showed up and returned to their camps.

Already in the dark forest, a large number of hungry people in rags came out. Their numbers surprised Tepunov, and his scruffy appearance and bony figure struck him even more.

Tepinov shouted: "I heard that you are villagers of the village of Little Ivansky, is your village chief still there?" If so, come to me! ”

"I'm here!" The village chief, Ivansky, raised his broken wooden crutch and walked slowly to Tapunov.

Let's talk about the appearance of the village chief, because of the lack of razors, his beard is very long, and when he is old, the hair on his body has become gray. He lacked good clothes, and was actually wearing a patched German uniform top and casual pants underneath. His image is more like a figure from two or three hundred years ago, and like a wizard hiding in the forest in the Middle Ages.

In short, this man and his villagers are a textbook interpretation of what it means to be a war refugee.

It's not just the bad dress of the guys, but the so-called armament of those who are armed is also inferior and shocking. Except for the Mosin Nagant in the possession of some people, and the enemy Mauser rifles captured in several battles, the remaining gun bearers, their so-called guns are simply hunting smoothbore guns.

They even used the weapons of the seventeenth century, and their combat effectiveness was basically non-existent.

The fighters of the paratroopers had long prepared a large amount of food, they unloaded their backpacks and showed baked potatoes in their hands, which quickly attracted a large number of people.

Men and women, under the trend of hunger, gathered around one after another, and after taking the baked potatoes, they did not even remove the burnt skin and the hardened soil on them, and frantically gnawed on them.

And when the soldiers showed flour again, the refugees felt that they had been redeemed.

The troops managed to find this "little Ivansky partisan brigade", and the first task after that was to feed them!

The clay pots that were holding fish or wild vegetables discarded the food in them and changed to new water to boil the porridge. There are even some people who can't wait, they actually grab a handful of flour and put it in their mouths, and swallow some lake water.

This behavior was quickly controlled by the soldiers, and the paratrooper fighters, under the orders of Tapunov, did not dare to come by the temperament of this group of hungry refugees.

After the refugees were controlled, they could only wait for the porridge to be cooked and the dough on the sticks to be baked.

At the same time, Tepnov sat by the campfire and talked with the overjoyed chief.