Struggle in Soviet Russia

After all, she’s a specially trained agent. Olica’s physical fitness is very good. She is like a leisurely mermaid in the water. She easily walked up and down the river for two rounds. Victor didn’t bother her, so she took care of herself. Sitting on the shore looking at his papers.

Facts have proved that the Germans can only make a difficult choice between Moscow and Kiev. They cannot, as envisaged in the Barbarossa plan, start with three paths, each with its own ability to capture a specific one. Strategically important.

The stagnation of the war in the periphery of Moscow was mainly due to the southward movement of the German 2nd Armored Group, which made the German Central Army Group lose the momentum of continuing to advance to Moscow, both in terms of strength and logistical supplies. In the direction of Yaltsovo and Yelnya, the Soviet army even fought several counter-assaults, regaining part of the lost positions.

However, if the second armored group does not go south to participate in the Kiev war, relying only on the strength of the southern army group is not enough to smash the huge military group of the Soviet southwest front army in the short term. At the same time, it will also cause the southern wing of the central army group to suffer. The threat from the Southwest Front and the Bryansk Front ultimately affected the attack on Moscow.

Therefore, the German Supreme Command has no choice. Only going south to Kiev is the only feasible way to revitalize the entire strategy. When the war progresses to this stage, there is actually a reality that has been reflected: that is in the volume. In the competition, the Germans have shown weakness.

But for the Alliance, the biggest problem now is that what is destroyed by the current war is basically the essence of the country. Whether it is Ukraine’s food or Russia and Belarus’s industries, they are all in the theater of war, and the state is seriously damaged. Therefore, the alliance has high hopes for assistance from the United Kingdom and the United States.

Even hiding in the shade of the tree, the brightness of the light was a bit dazzling, and Victor looked at the file for a while, and his eyes felt sore. He closed the documents and rubbed his eyes. Just as he thought of getting up and going back to his barracks, he heard the whistle of a truck coming from the direction of the village.

The "beep" sounded three times in a row, and it was not from a car. This was an agreed warning, suggesting that a German plane was flying over.

Although the battle on the front line has entered a period of stagnation, the German aircraft harassment has never stopped. This is also their method of detection.

Victor stood up from under the tree, turned his head and glanced at the direction of the river.

Obviously Olica also heard the sirens. She was walking out of the river, watching her with one arm in front of her chest and the other hand from the wet hair getting into the car and under the white tangled cloth. It was really like going out of a bath. The goddess is generally attractive.

"Help me," Olica just walked to Victor's side, and she passed the white tangled cloth in her hand to Victor, tilting her head and leaving the river dripping from her wet hair as she said.

Victor naturally stretched out his hand to take the tangled cloth, twisted it hard, and squeezed the water out. He was about to say something, but when he heard the car whistle before, it rang again. The warning this time is to imply that the enemy plane is coming soon, urging everyone to hide as soon as possible.

Handing the tangled cloth back, Victor looked up at the western sky, and did not see the shadow of the enemy plane. His eyes turned back, and he was about to invite Olica back to the camp, but saw that she had turned her back and was wrapping the cloth around her chest.

Victor looked at her graceful back with drops of water on her own, and his gaze slid all the way from her slender neck, and finally fell on her solid, plump buttocks. The white shorts were already soaked and pressed tightly to her body, inside. The flesh color even came out through the cloth.

Swallowing secretly, Victor was a little embarrassed to realize that he actually reacted. The key is that he is now wearing a pair of shorts. Once he reacts, the signs are obvious. The high-spirited performance is almost the same as the alarm in the village.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Victor didn't wait for Orika to clean up, so he picked up the papers by himself and walked towards the top of the embankment where the clothes were placed.

A few steps up the top of the slope, below the embankment, is a large green meadow, and farther away is the periphery of the village. At this time, the soldiers who received the alert were rushing to the hidden spot, and various vehicles were also driven to the jungle outside the village.

Victor picked up the clothes folded on the ground and put on the vest as the lining. When he was about to put on the shirt, the sound of the airplane engine could be heard in his ears, but the sound was not loud and vague, but It is estimated that it will take a few minutes to fly here.

There was a distance of six to seven hundred meters from the river embankment to the village. It was not very safe to rush back at this time, not to mention that he was still barefoot, and there was an Orika behind him.

"Let's go, hide in the woods first," just when he hesitated, Olica had followed up from her face, she reached out and took Victor's shirt over, put it directly on herself, and said, "Let's borrow the shirt first. I."

Victor nodded, picked up his underwear, and walked straight down the river bank to the woodland not far away.

In the jungle, Victor leaned under a thick linden tree, looked up in the direction of the top of the tree, and waited for the German plane to pass by.

Less than two meters away from him, Olica tilted her head and wiped her hair. Her shirt was not buttoned, her arms were open, and her flat lower abdomen could see obvious small bulges of abdominal muscles, just her figure. In terms of her ability, she is much better than those women who often exercise in later generations.

The roar of the aircraft engine is getting louder and louder, and it seems to be close at hand.

Victor lowered his head, took out his cigarette, took one, and was about to bring it to his mouth, but stopped again, and then handed the cigarette to Olica.

"Thank you," Olica stopped wiping her hair, reached out to take the cigarette, and then took a step forward, leaning in front of Victor, and seeing what that meant, obviously waiting for Victor to light the cigarette for her.

Victor struck a match, lit the cigarette for her, and lit another for himself.

The sound of the airplane's engine almost swept across the top of the head. Neither of them spoke, and they smoked cigarettes quietly under the tree, waiting for the sound to go away completely.

"Thank you for your recommendation letter," Olica said suddenly after the engine noise was a little bit quieter, "That helped me a lot."

Victor glanced at her and smiled: "You don't need to thank me. I'm just seeking truth from facts. I didn't make any exaggeration in the recommendation letter."

Before Olica went to Moscow, Victor also prepared a letter of recommendation for her, which is also a factor in Olica's ability to be promoted to three consecutive levels.

Olica pursed her lips and smiled. She has always been a serious woman, but she didn't expect that she would look pretty now when she smiled.

"You are a bit different," Olica said softly after laughing, "at least not the same as the chiefs I have been in contact with before."

"Oh?" Victor glanced at her curiously, and asked subconsciously, "Where is it different?"

Olica tilted her head for a moment. It seemed that she was thinking about this issue. However, she obviously couldn’t describe it well in her own words, so she quickly gave up and said straightforwardly: “I can’t say too much. Come, it's different anyway. When in front of you, I don't feel so much intimidated. I always treat you as a colleague of my own level."

"Really? Do you prefer a serious boss or a peer colleague?" Victor joked.

"Then do you like to develop a relationship with a subordinate, or do you like to develop a relationship with a peer colleague?" Olica blurted out.

The implied meaning in her words was too strong, and Victor was a little embarrassed for a moment, he smiled dryly, and raised his hand to bring the cigarette in his hand to his lips.

Olica was very active at this time. She suddenly took a step forward again, grabbing Victor’s wrist, and pulling the cigarette from her fingers with the other hand, and tossed it directly to the side, and then the whole body was attached. Squeezing Victor against the tree trunk, his head leaned forward, and he used two soft lips to find his lips.

Victor was a little dazed. He had no premonition for what was happening before him. The experience of intelligence work was not helpful here, mainly the intelligence officers under his hands did not provide him with any information in this regard in advance.

However, a fiery body was squirming in his arms, and the tongue in his mouth was teased by a soft and slippery tongue. In addition, the previous reaction had not subsided, and Victor was quickly overwhelmed by his own desires.

Everything happens suddenly, but it is also natural. In the midst of a cruel war, a man and a woman who have been with each other for a long time. When the shadow of death hangs over their heads for a long time, people are more likely to burst out passionate emotions.

In the woods where the German plane had just escaped investigation, a war soon broke out. A war with no gunsmoke but a high degree of intensity. The muscular Orika quickly made Victor realize how a woman in heat is. horrible......

The sound of the plane's engine ran across the jungle again. Under the shade of the trees, on the grass covered with military uniforms, Victor lifted his sweaty face from Olika’s neck, and first kissed her slender neck. It fell on her chest like an inverted jade bowl.

He buried his entire face in the deep gully and hid it for a while, then panted and propped up and looked at Olica's flushed face. Only at this time did he realize that this one was extremely fierce just now. Woman, her face was already full of tears at this moment.

Victor was stunned for an instant. Did he doubt that he was really that tough? He actually made this sturdy woman cry.

Perhaps feeling his gaze, Olica pursed her trembling lips, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Aljemi, my brother, my only relative in this world, he, he died in battle. , Just in Kiev, two weeks ago..."

Victor was silent.