Struggle in Soviet Russia

Yukhnov on the Ugra River.

Two days of heavy rain caused the Ugra River to soar.

The rainy weather this time covered a wide area, not only the Ugra River, but also the Volga River in the immediate vicinity of Rezhev in the north, the Zidra River in the south, the Oka River in the lower reaches, and the No. Niebo River, the amount of water soared with this heavy rain.

In the past two and a half five-year plans, the domestic road traffic facilities in the Soviet Union have been greatly improved, but this so-called "significant improvement" is actually a question mark, except for those connected with railways and high-speed railways in large cities. In addition to roads, road construction in urban and rural areas is not very strong. The direct consequence of this is that in the vast area west of Moscow, earth roads with compacted roads as the main form still dominate.

For dirt roads like this, in the past, it was no problem to bear the ox-horses and small trucks in urban and rural areas, but if they were driven by trucks and tanks, it would be very, very bad, and the result would be purely a disaster.

Wearing a brown-green raincoat, Victor stood on the side of the muddy road, staring blankly under the roadbed, where hundreds of prisoners in gray prison uniforms were setting up tents in the rain. And on the road not far behind him, a black jeep had completely sunk in the mud. Six or seven prisoners were pushing hard beside them, and the mud thrown out from under the wheels almost rolled these prisoners into mud.

In the window of the jeep, a blonde with glasses and a moustache was looking out through the windowpane. With a faint smile on his face, he raised his hand when he saw Victor's gaze. Waved at him.

The blonde is an Englishman and looks like a duke. Comrade Bulganin, who was a military commissioner of the Western Front, introduced the guy specifically, but Victor did not remember the other party's name, mainly because he was not interested in the other party.

Mr. Duke arrived in Moscow with Hopkins, the special envoy of the U.S. President. While Hopkins was waiting for his meeting with Comrade Stalin, this guy even asked to come to the front line of the Western Front.

Victor received the order: Must protect the personal safety of Mr. Duke, and at the same time, let him see the difficulties in the Soviet resistance as much as possible. This is closely related to the follow-up policy of the Kremlin and must be taken seriously.

Comrade Bulganin had everything to do, so naturally he was not in the mood to receive this guy, so he threw this man to a front army staff officer and asked the staff officer to take him to a place where "conditions are better".

Although he didn’t know much about the Soviet-German War in his previous life, Victor knew that life for the British was not easy at this time. As the Germans turned eastward and reacted to the Soviet Union’s national offensive, the British were relieved, but new The Churchill government that came to power was worried that the Soviet Union would not be able to resist the German attack. With the disastrous defeat of the Soviet army in several waves of offensives in the summer, the anxiety in the hearts of the British became even stronger. Therefore, they began to push the United States to provide assistance to the Soviet Union. It has to be turned into a bubble.

It was precisely because Moscow could see through the British mentality that he did not take this Mr. Duke too seriously. The People’s Committee for Foreign Affairs, led by Comrade Molotov, did not even appoint a person of sufficient weight to accompany him.

Victor has been busy these two days. At this time, the project he is monitoring is the so-called Yukhnov prisoner of war camp. Later, the front army will transfer more than four thousand German prisoners of war here, and these prisoners of war will stay here. After some time, it will be transported to the rear with the train.

The jeep caught in the mud finally climbed out, and then drove to the east. A prisoner who had completely turned into a mudman wiped the mud on his face and looked at the direction the jeep was driving towards the ground. Spit a spit-the prisoners here also gathered from all over Belarus. They will travel east with the train escorting prisoners of war in a few days. The safe area west of the Ural Mountains is their final destination.

Just as the jeep was gradually disappearing from the field of vision, a sharp shot of "Da Da Da" suddenly sounded in the distance of the construction site under the roadbed. Victor looked in the direction of the gunshot and saw the edge of the woodland in the distance. A prisoner who was about to rush into the jungle was throwing himself on the ground. Obviously, this is another guy trying to escape. In the past two days, such a prisoner has not been the first.

Victor was not pitying these prisoners. It was not that he lacked sympathy, but that these guys were serious prisoners, and many of them were death row prisoners. Instead of pitying these guys, he might as well think about what he would eat at noon.

"Comrade Major," in the heavy rain, a figure in the same raincoat walked quickly towards Victor's location. When it was more than ten meters away, the visitor said in a calm voice, "Mozhaisk has News."

Victor glanced at the visitor, nodded silently, and then turned to meet him.

The figure of the visitor is hidden by the poncho, and the lines are not visible, but one inch of knee exposed between the hem of the poncho and the high-top military boots can be seen, and the one exposed under the poncho's hood is slightly thin, but But there is no lack of heroic melon faces-it is the female soldier named Olica.

"What news?" Victor asked with a serious expression when he walked to Olica's side.

"That guy is already connected," Olica said while turning and walking back with him.

"Who is it?" Victor asked immediately.

"The information is still being sorted over there," Olica replied, "but what is certain is that the contact person is an employee of the Mozhaisk Municipal Party Committee, or a member of the newly established Urban Defense Construction Committee, and should be an official."

There was a smile on Victor's face, and he nodded insignificantly, speeding up his pace.

That’s right, Olica was originally a member of the People’s Committee of the Interior, and she was also a well-trained and experienced second lieutenant. The leadership of Victor belonged to Comrade Abakumov. However, with the outbreak of the war, all of Comrade Abakumov’s work in Belarus was soaked. He was transferred back to Moscow. Therefore, today’s Victor is only Is the person in charge in this direction.

Lieutenant Olica’s full name is Olica Archomovna Antropova. She has served as a lurking mission since seven years ago, but her identity is an ordinary communications soldier. The communications unit directly under the Western Special Military Region. And the member of the "Short-winged Thrush" she found, belonged to the same department as her, named Hannah Vajimovna Ostapchuk.

The reason Olica was able to spot this lurker was because when she retreated to Minsk, Hannah accepted the mission issued by the Military Command and sent a telegram to Moscow. The regulations followed by the military signalmen are completely inconsistent, and on the contrary, they are more like the methods of the Germans.

According to the regulations of the Soviet correspondents, especially in the case of rapid reporting, there are clear regulations on how to correct an error once there is a mistake, and Hannah showed her feet in the process.

Of course, at first, Olica was only skeptical, but in the subsequent retreat, she and the three team members she led found more and more problems. Unfortunately, they waited until they met with the large forces. At the time, Olica’s three team members had all sacrificed, and she was the only one who was still chasing this goal.

The large force that had withdrawn from Minsk along with Olyka and his party had been disbanded as early as three days ago. The officers and soldiers were transferred to the transfer station, while the ordinary people were evacuated to the rear. The Hannah was also part of it. The officers and soldiers went to Mozhaisk, where the headquarters of the Western Front is now located.

As the head of the NKVD of the Western Front Army, Victor arranged enough eyeliners by Hannah. It can be said that her every move is under the supervision of the NKVD.

According to Victor's analysis, this woman came here alone and did not carry any communication equipment with her. If she wants to continue to play her spy status, she will definitely need to contact her online or companions. What Victor needs to do now is to follow the vines, stroke her line, and dig out more members of the "Short-winged Thrush" organization.

To be honest, this plan itself is more risky. For one thing, it is now a wartime, and it is not impossible for the German spies to be killed in the German offensive. Not every one of them loses contact with the upper line. Spies will find ways to re-establish contact with the organization. Some of them may disappear and play the role they played for a lifetime. In the end, the other party may not find a chance to escape, these are things that are inaccurate.

According to the advice given by Olica, it is to catch this guy directly and torture her to confess. As long as it causes enough pain for her, she won't worry about her not speaking. But this suggestion was finally rejected by Victor. He was not interested in catching some small fish and shrimps. Since he was going to play, of course he had to play a big one.

Facts proved that Victor's plan was correct, and the lady Hannah did not hold on for a week, and she started to move.

Walking eastward along the highway for a hundred meters, a wooden bunker with a camouflage net appeared on the edge of the woodland. Only when I walked to the entrance of the bunker, I could hear the sound of "Didi Da Da" electric waves from inside. Spread out.

Victor stepped down a somewhat slippery ladder, and saw that in this bunker, three telegraph machines and two radio stations were all working, and a dozen communication personnel were busy intensively, gathering all aspects of information to form One report-this is the temporary command center of the Western Front Army Representative Office of the People's Committee of the Interior.