War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 29 Cyril's House

On the west bank of the Don River, in the rear of the German positions, the veterinarian Cyril walked in the forest step by step towards home.Looking forward to finding some acquaintances in the same village to get some food, and by the way see how they live in the German-occupied area.

When the surrounding environment became more and more familiar, the veterinarian Cyril also secretly raised his vigilance, and his steps became more and more cautious.

The village where he grew up was surrounded by forests on three sides and vast farmland on the other side. However, before he could step one of his feet out of the forest, a rifle had already been pressed against his head from the side.

Subconsciously raising his hand and turning around, Cyril immediately showed a look of panic on his face.There were a total of five Germans on the opposite side, and two of them were even equipped with submachine guns, which was by no means something they could resist.

"Don't kill me, I'm a veterinarian in the town ahead." Cyril squatted on the ground in panic, holding his head in his hands and shouting loudly.

This cowardly behavior caused the five German soldiers to show undisguised mockery on their faces, and then two soldiers roughly dragged Cyril up and escorted him to the direction of the village.

Along the way, the familiar village has changed beyond recognition, especially when he passed near his home, Cyril's face has shown a look of horror, the small wooden house has changed beyond recognition, even the window on the first floor It also extended a particularly thick muzzle.

Under the escort of the two German soldiers, Cyril continued to walk in, and the few remaining familiar villagers he met along the way were also quite old people.They were also surprised when they saw the veterinarian Cyril, but then quickly lowered their heads and didn't dare to say a word.

When he walked near the spontaneously built church in the center of the village, layers of cold sweat had already appeared on Cyril's forehead.Around this small church, tanks of various types have been parked, and even behind the church, there are 12 artillery pieces with a caliber of at least 150mm!
Cyril, a veterinarian who grew up in this village, immediately realized that something was wrong. This village is not far from the Don River, and it is also less than ten kilometers away from Position 19. For those cannons and tanks and armored vehicles, as long as they They are willing, and they can bring a fatal blow to the Don River position almost at any time!
This message must be passed on to Kaze!
After the veterinarian Cyril made up his mind, the expression on his face became more and more cowardly. However, the soldiers who captured him didn't seem to understand Russian or didn't bother to talk to him at all, so they escorted him directly to the small church in the center of the village inside.

"What's your name?"

A middle-aged man sitting on a long chair asked in proficient Russian. While speaking, he even sniffed his cuffs vigorously, and then picked up the bottle and took a big gulp of vodka.

"Cyril, my name is Cyril, and I am the veterinarian of this village."

"I've never seen you in this village before"

"I was caught digging a trench and just ran out."

Cyril rubbed his stomach with a bitter face, "At first I thought I could make some money to come back, but who knew they didn't even have enough to eat, so I took advantage of the heavy rain last night and escaped from them."

Such a simple answer made the middle-aged man sitting on the chair laugh, "I've never seen such a stupid old thing like you."

"I'm really a stupid old thing, can you give me something to eat? I haven't had enough to eat for several days." Cyril begged pitifully, while speaking, he looked at the food on the bar without any disguise. The dinner plate on the table swallowed.

"Of course I can give you something to eat"

The middle-aged soldier who smelled of alcohol didn't know if he was really drunk, but he called the soldier standing guard at the door with great joy, and brought Cyril a large plate of steaming bread and a large bowl of creamy mushrooms Soup and even poured him a shot of vodka.

After receiving the hint from the former, Cyril finally stopped being polite, picked up two slices of bread, dipped it in creamy mushroom soup, and roughly put it into his mouth.

While Cyril was eating, the middle-aged soldier said, "Tell me where the Soviet Red Army is hiding, and you can eat these for every meal in the future."

The veterinarian Cyril didn't stop gobbling at all. He picked up the glass of vodka and drank it all in one gulp, then said as a matter of course, "Aren't they near the Don River? The sound of you fighting has never stopped these days. Those who escaped there, there are not many people in their positions, otherwise I would not be able to escape."

The middle-aged soldier said something in German, and then said to Cyril in Russian, "You are right, take these food and find a place to rest, and take us to see the trench you dug in the evening How about it?"

After feigning hesitation, the veterinarian Cyril put on a greedy look, "Unless you give me some clean clothes, a box of vodka, and two good horses that can plow the land, let me think, oh, yes! House, I'm going to rest in my house, I haven't been back for a long time."

"I like your greed"

The middle-aged soldier finally put down the food in his hand, unhurriedly took out his handkerchief, wiped his hands meticulously, "When you bring us to the trench you dug tonight, we will give you everything you want. "

Before Cyril could say anything, the two soldiers had already escorted Cyril, who hastily stuffed bread into his mouth, away from the church under the signal of the middle-aged soldier.

"Can you let me go home and have a look?" Cyril struggled to raise his head and pointed in the direction of his home, shouting, "At least let me take out the money hidden at home!"

Perhaps with the consent of the middle-aged man in the church, the two soldiers followed Cyril's struggle and led him to find his house.

What makes the veterinarian Cyril feel particularly sad is that this is not a big wooden house built by himself, one of the walls has been cut open, and the floor on the first floor is facing the wall outside the village. A chest-high sandbag wall has been built at the back, and behind the sandbag wall, there is a ZB60 heavy machine gun made in the Czech Republic and sufficient ammunition.

And a little farther around the machine gun, three soldiers were heating the food in the canning box around the bonfire lit in the middle of the floor.What made Cyril even more angry was that the fuel for the bonfire was all furniture from his own home!
The dazed Cyril was pushed into the room, the two soldiers said something to the companions in the room, and then the five sat down around the bonfire, one of them even pulled a skirt to wipe the dirt on the shoes .

Cyril took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger, put out a flattering smile on his old face, and pointed upstairs, "Can I go upstairs to get something?"

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