I gathered the surviving members of the squad in front of me and counted the numbers. In addition to Lukin, Aggie, Agumint, the wounded Orlov, and Sapochuk and Rysdaev, who had just returned to the team, three fighters in the squad died, and all of them fell under the guns of the Germans in front of me.

Behind him came a series of loud slogans from Feelstorff: "Queue!" ~~ Hurry, hurry! ~~Attention! ~~ Turn right to Lu, form a four-column formation, and run! ~~" Then there was the sound of footsteps, and a large group of heavily armed soldiers, led by Ferstov, ran past me, marching in unison, showing that this was a disciplined army.

"Comrade commander," Lukin couldn't help but say when he saw the troops running towards the village, "should we also follow over to see, maybe there are Germans in the village." ”

I thought about it for a while, and he made a lot of sense, the second lieutenant had never been to this village, and they were not familiar with the situation in the village, so how did they know where to go to find the radio, so we had better go over and have a look. So I nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, let's go!" Then he said to Aji, who was standing with his head bowed, "I'll talk about your affairs later, but now follow us to the village to have a look." ”

I led a group of people to follow the team in the direction of the village, deliberately letting Aji walk beside me, so that outsiders felt that I trusted him very much, so I let him follow him as a bodyguard. Actually, I was worried that he would resent me for what happened last night, and while I wasn't paying attention, he would shoot me in the back with a black gun, so I could feel at ease by keeping him within sight.

The warriors stood at the edge of the forest, waiting for my order to strike. I looked through my binoculars at the house where the team had rested last night, and there was no movement at all, not like someone was staying inside.

"Felttov!" I shouted the second lieutenant's name.

"Here!" Hearing my shout, the ensign, who was holding a TT pistol in his left hand, ran up to me, saluted me and asked, "Is it time to attack?" Comrade Commander. ”

"Yes!" I nodded, and then gave him a series of instructions: "Although a dozen German devils were killed in the forest just now, I don't know if there are any remaining Germans in the village. So you have to send someone to occupy the house in front of you and set up a firing point there. I pointed to the house where I had rested last night, and said, "Then send someone to search that house, where the radio station is located, and hopefully it will not be diverted by the Germans." After saying that, I looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and added: "It's not too early, you have to fight quickly, and try to solve the battle in ten minutes." ”

"Understood!" Feelstov saluted me again and ran away.

Soon his loud voice came again: "Flash out in a straggler formation, all forward!" Following his orders, the warriors, who had long been ready to attack, formed a straggler formation and rushed towards the house. No one spoke, and there was a strange silence all around, except for the chaotic footsteps of the warriors. But when the skirmishers were less than ten meters from the gate, gunshots suddenly rang out.

It was not our fighters who were shooting, but the crisp roar of the German submachine guns sounded from the windows and gates, and the dense fire knocked down a large part of the soldiers who were charging. The rest of the fighters hurriedly lay down on the snow and opened fire with the Germans in the house.

The last thing I wanted to see happened, I didn't expect that there were Germans hidden in this house. Judging by the intensity of the firepower, there were at least a dozen people inside. I shouted at Agumint, who was standing next to me, "Agumint, shoot!" Shoot me all the Germans who shot them. ”

Lying on his hands and feet on the snow, Agumint fired a shot in the direction of the house with unusual calmness, and the submachine gun at the gate immediately fell silent. A soldier who was relatively close to the house jumped up and rushed towards the gate with a rifle in his hand, trying to break in, only to be knocked down by a bullet fired from the window just a few steps away. I found that the soldiers lying on the snow were very disadvantaged by shooting at the enemy hidden in the buildings, and in a short time, several more soldiers were hit, and the blood stained a large area of the snow red.

"Comrade Commander!" Just as I was anxious about the casualties of the fighters one after another, the voice of the instructor Pavlov came from behind me, and he ran to my side out of breath and said loudly: "The German fire is too fierce, shall we attack with artillery fire?" ”

"Artillery attack?!" When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that the Soviet army also had such advanced communications as the US army, and could call for artillery support at any time? I was puzzled and asked, "What artillery fire?" Where can artillery fire support us? ”

"We found a lot of 50 mm and 82 mm mortars in the arsenal, and we selected some soldiers who had served as artillerymen to form an artillery company, and they could provide artillery support to the attacking soldiers," he said. ”

I looked back, and there were dozens of warriors running toward me with cannon barrels, gun carriages, and ammunition boxes. He stood up excitedly and shouted happily: "Come to me, put up the cannons, and beat these damned Germans hard!" ”

After the ten mortars were set, the artillerymen quickly and skillfully adjusted the angle of fire. With Pavlov's command, the ammunition man put the shell into the barrel. After a series of thuds, shells whizzed and exploded around the house, snow and mud splashed, and shrapnel crackled against the walls.

"Where are you going? It's all missed! I aimed at it and hit it well! "Seeing that not a single shell hit the target, I couldn't help but yell at the artillerymen. After the roar, I also regretted it a little, maybe it was because I saw so many soldiers sacrificed, so I was a little too impulsive, the first shell of the artillery hit the gun, it was all in the nature of a test fire, and it was understandable that I couldn't hit the target, but oh I indiscriminately launched a temper at them, which was really undeserved.

None of the artillerymen refuted me, but adjusted the position of the guns and reloaded the fire. This time the fire was very accurate, the shells exploded at the gate and by the window, and the German fire in the house was interrupted. The shells that fell in the third round directly blasted the gate open.

"Comrades, rush!" Aggie beside me yelled and rushed forward with his bayonet-mounted rifle. At a distance of more than 50 meters, although the snow was very deep, he still ran over in more than ten seconds, and under his leadership, the soldiers who were originally lying on the ground also stood up and rushed towards the gate.

I could clearly see through the binoculars that when they rushed to a distance of five or six meters from the gate, several German soldiers came out of the house with their hands raised and shouting loudly. But Aggie did something that stunned me again, shooting one of the soldiers down, then rushing forward and stabbing him several times with his bayonet. Under his demonstration effect, the other fighters also opened fire one by one, interrupting the surrendered soldiers, and then rushed up to make up for a few more knives. In less than a minute, the house was occupied by our troops, and the battle ended victoriously, and all the German soldiers were killed without a single soldier.

The radio had been removed from the house, but it was no longer usable, and during the brief shelling it had just been shelled, shrenchnel flew through the window and broke the station's battery. Lukin, Sapochuk, and Rysdayev also brought out a bloody corpse from the house, and when I saw it, it was the old lady named Ayouna from last night.

Orlov pointed to the old lady's corpse and said angrily: "This damn old woman is the one who lured the Germans over." ”

"Why did she lure the Germans here?" As I said this, I glanced at Aggie and thought to myself: If it weren't for what you did yesterday, the old lady probably wouldn't have told the Germans.

Unexpectedly, I was taken aback by Orlov's answer, and he said indignantly: "This old lady is not a Russian, but a rich peasant who fled here from Ukraine." ”

"Rich peasants?! This old lady was originally a kulak? Pavlov's voice came from behind him, "If it's a kulak, you can explain why she's going to tell the Germans." ”

"For what?" This time it was my turn to be puzzled, and I asked Pavlov: "What the hell is going on?" ”

"This ......" Pavlov looked left and right, an expression that wanted to say nothing. I knew that there must be something he could not say in public, so I pointed to the house where I had rested last night and said, "Let's go there and talk." ”

Returning to the room where I had rested last night, I then asked Pavlov: "Comrade instructor, why did the old lady, a kulak, tell me that she would report to the Germans?" ”

"Have you heard of the Holodomor in Ukraine?"

The Great Famine? I racked my brain to try to recall this historical event, and vaguely remembered that the Holodomor seemed to have occurred in 46 years, when the Great Patriotic War had just ended, and Stalin proposed to Ukraine, which was known as the granary, the amount of grain that had been surrendered to the central government that year. Since he took into account that Ukraine was still in the post-war recovery period, the amount of grain requisitioned was lower than before the war, but even so, the amount of grain requisitioned was far beyond the limit that the people could bear at that time. Khrushchev, who was the general secretary of Ukraine at the time, although he also discovered this problem, but for the sake of his personal future, he chose to remain silent at the least. The Great Famine was inevitable when the country ran out of food, and in just a few months, nearly a quarter of the population starved to death. So much so that after Khrushchev ascended to the throne of supreme power, a statue was erected in Kiev dedicated to mourning those lost in this unfortunate catastrophe. But it's only been 41 years! With five years to go before the Great Famine, how could Pavlov know about this, and was he also a time-traveler like me?