Struggle in Soviet Russia

The Polish language that Victor didn't understand, naturally did not understand what these people were shouting, but it was nothing more than spelling it out.

Seeing the crowd exploded and began to flee in a swarm, Victor held his breath, raised his right hand, and made a downward slashing motion.

"Tom Tom Tom..."

The moment his hand fell, the dull sound of heavy machine guns exploded across the wilderness, and the birds in the jungle in the distance were startled by this sound and soared into the air above the woodland, like a dense flock of pigeons, A "C"-shaped arc was drawn in the sky and flew toward the south sky.

At the moment when the machine gun sound exploded, Victor's mind appeared blank for a moment, and then he had a weird idea: some scenes seen in previous movies and TV series were not real at all.

In the crowd swept by the machine guns, a piece of blood mist instantly rose up. Some people were knocked out half of their heads on the spot by the bullets fired by the lasing. , That scene is more like **** than hell.

However, in just one or two minutes, the Polish prisoner who was hit by the side of the pit fell to the ground and became a complete or incomplete corpse. A few others did not die on the spot, just wailing. Struggling and wriggling in the pile of corpses.

Victor stood upright on the spot and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He only felt that his chest was stuffy, his throat was itchy, and his intestines felt like a mouse got in, restless and restless inside, making him want to vomit.

However, he finally held it back. Merkulov had already had an opinion on him. If he vomited at this time, he would be regarded as weak and incompetent by the other party.

He resisted and didn't vomit out, but there were many people who couldn't resist, even Sophia, who was squatted out on the spot disgustingly.

Victor felt the gaze from behind him. He knew who the gaze belonged to and what the other party wanted to see him.

Keeping his face calm, he stretched out his hand to pull out his gun from his waist, strode to the corpse pile beside the pit, and filled the guns on the wounded who were still alive. At this moment, he could only Comforting myself: I'm just ending the pain of these wounded people, anyway they can't live anymore.

Aim mechanically, pull the trigger, watch the wounded on the ground stop moving, and then mechanically aim at the next one, pull the trigger, change the clip...When no one is seen moving, Only then did he put the hot-muzzle gun back into the holster, then turned and waved to the truck not far away.

Six or seven prisoners wearing fetters were driven from a truck and escorted by a few soldiers to the side of the pothole. Next, what they need to do is to throw all the bodies into the pothole. go.

The scattered corpses were thrown into the potholes, the next batch of executed prisoners were escorted over again, and then the machine gun roll call was continued, and the corpses were thrown into the potholes. The orderly slaughter is the end. As a result, in this wilderness by an unknown river, nearly 700 prisoners of war were buried in the ground within a few hours and became fertilizer for the weeds.

When the potholes full of corpses were filled, Victor’s head was wooden, and the strong smell of blood no longer made him feel sick. He just felt dry and dry, and couldn’t wait to find a place to drink. A cup.

The serious-faced Merkulov came from not far away. He stood by Victor, looked at the soldiers who were gathering, and said: "In the last two days, arrange confidential training for your people, and then arrange them. When you go on vacation, you can arrange it yourself. When the time comes, you will submit the report, and I will approve it for you personally."

"Yes, comrade committee," Victor said in a salute.

"My impression of you has changed a little, Comrade Lieutenant," said Merkulov with a smile on his grim face. "Remember what I said to you, no matter what time it comes, remember it. One's own position, for a national security officer, only if the position is firm, there will be no problems."

Victor did not speak, but nodded vigorously.

Without paying attention to him, Merkulov carried his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran left. Victor did not dare to neglect, so he hurried to catch up.

The camp where the prisoners were originally held is now empty. The soldiers in charge of the prisoners are dismantling the tattered tents and the watchtowers in the camp. These dismantled things will be burned on the spot to bury them. Remove all traces. Perhaps after decades or hundreds of years, the pit full of corpses will be discovered by later generations. Of course, it is more likely that it will be buried permanently, and no one will find it again.

Before the execution of these prisoners, Victor signed confidential documents, and according to the confidentiality level and decryption time, these documents belong to the permanent storage level. Together with the documents of the same level, they will be permanently sealed in the People’s Committee of the Interior. In the archives, never see the sun.

In the clearing on the top of the hill, Victor watched the car in which Merkulov was riding disappeared into the jungle. Only then did he stretch out a trembling hand and take out a half pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket.

"Give me one too," Sophia said in a visibly trembling voice beside him, "Thank you."

Victor glanced at her, took out a cigarette and passed it over, lit it again for her, watched her take a puff, and then was choked with a violent cough, and said: "Just watch hundreds of people being shot, to anyone. It's not a pleasing thing to say, even if the enemy is shot."

"Uh..." Sophia didn't know what was thinking, and let out another retching. She arched her waist, put one hand on her chest, and raised the other hand holding the cigarette to grab Victor's. The arm recovered after a long while, and said weakly: "I don't know what it means to others, but for me, even the hardest time in the past will be more difficult than the time just now. It's easy to get through."

Victor pushed her arm to help her support her body. She sighed and said, "To me, working in Shepchenkovo ​​at the beginning seems to be more enjoyable than it is now."

Sophia did not speak this time. She took another puff of cigarette cautiously without being choked. Then she said: "Well, I just want to leave here right now. The **** smell here, as long as you smell it a little, it will make people Nightmares."

Victor agreed with her point of view, and stopped staying now, and walked directly downhill towards the parking place.

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At night, Drohobeck Saltworks.

On the highway leading from the city to the interior of the saltworks, a Gaz truck with its headlights slowly drove to the checkpoint at the entrance of the saltworks. A searchlight in the factory area closest to the entrance, under the control of the guards, projected a bright and somewhat dazzling beam of light onto the body of the truck.

Two guards armed with guns walked out of the checkpoint. One was responsible for guarding at the entrance, while the other led a dog and walked to the side of the truck to ask for a certificate from the driver in the cockpit.

Drohobeck Saltworks is a company with a long history in the Lviv region. It was established in 1250. Yes, it was 1250. It has a history of hundreds of years. The entire saltworks has as many as 36 The salt well not only produces huge output, but the salt produced by it has been sold almost throughout Europe in the past hundreds of years.

It is precisely because of this that Moscow attaches great importance to this salt field. During the implementation of the Lviv plan, this salt field was one of the important facilities that needed urgent protection. After the Soviet army entered Lviv, this salt field was directly taken over by the army. In order to protect the safety of this salt field, the Soviet army directly stationed a regiment here.

The guard holding the dog quickly checked the ID, and he returned the ID to the driver in the car, and then led the restless army dog ​​to the back of the truck.

There is a canvas shed at the back of the truck. The guard led the army dog ​​around to the back. He opened the tarp and looked into the car. Letters, these bags are filled with titanium powder, which is a material processed in the salt mine.

The guard took a picture of the inside of the vehicle with a flashlight and checked it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he covered the canvas again, and dragged the increasingly excited military dog ​​back, ready to let the checkpoint pass.

However, as the guard walked back, the dog, which was originally just struggling, suddenly began to bark. At the same time, the whole body stood up and swooped in the direction of the truck's rear, as if mad.

For a moment, the guard was vigilant. He loosened the rope that tied the army dog ​​and raised his hand to take off the rifle hanging from his shoulder.

Almost at the same time, the door of the driver's cabin in front of the car was slammed open. A burly man leaned half of his body out of the cabin door, aimed at the guard with a pistol, and fired four consecutive shots.

All this happened very suddenly. When the gunfire sounded, the searchlight post from the factory area had just moved away. As the gunfire sounded, the dazzling beam suddenly turned back and swayed and hit the truck body.

At this time, the truck had started to move, gunshots rang out in the driver's cabin, and the guards on the other side of the checkpoint were shot and killed on the spot. But the army dog ​​was still reluctant and unforgiving. It flew from the back of the car and rushed directly into the carcass covered with canvas. After a while, a scream of a person rang in the carcass, and then, "Boo "Hang" two gunshots, mixed with the whimper of military dogs.

A harsh sirens sounded in the factory area, and where the searchlights were thrown, the bullets made by the machine gun poured out towards the truck. Before the truck could hit the isolation rod at the checkpoint, the front of the truck was beaten into honeycomb coal.