Struggle in Soviet Russia

It was still a dirty wooden house area. At the door of An Lina's house, the three horses in motion stopped amid the screaming of the horns, and the mud splashed by the horses' hoofs sprayed everywhere.

Before the horse stopped, Victor had jumped off his horse, and the moment his feet landed, Tokarev was in his hands.

"Valenka, you two go to the back," Victor said calmly in a gesture to the two soldiers who followed.

"Yes," the two soldiers turned their horses around, walked around the wooden house, and went to the back of the house.

At the door of the wooden house, two skinny children were playing with a few wooden sticks on the ground. Seeing Victor walking quickly, a girl with shaggy hair stood up and looked at him blankly. The muddy little hand came to his mouth, gnawing a finger like a chicken paw.

Victor walked past the two children, kicked the loose door open, and rushed into the house blankly.

There was a musty smell in the dilapidated room. Although the sun was shining outside, the light in the room was very dim.

Right opposite the door of the room, there was a simple bed built of wooden boards and stones. Some nervous middle-aged men sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Victor who suddenly came in, the man seemed to be frightened. The ostrich, with a strange cry in its mouth, slipped down from the bed, lay on the floor with his head in his hands, and shouted: "Ah, I confess my guilt, I confess my guilt, don't beat me, don't kill me..."

Victor's eyes swept away from the middle-aged man and fell on the two women in the other corner. The two women are Anrina and her mother. Shicai and Shicai are obviously making flour. On the chopping board in front of them, there is still a ball of flour that has been kneaded. In Shepchenkovo, flour is not. It's cheap, probably because they traded apples for it.

Seeing Victor at the door, Anrina's mother looked flustered, and both hands stained with flour began to tremble unconsciously. An Lina looked calmer, her face was more puzzled and confused.

"Where is Vavila?" Victor glanced in the direction of the rear window. From his position, a soldier could be seen jumping off his horse.

He asked aloud, and then walked quickly to Anrina, winking at her, and continuing to say loudly: "Say, where is Vavila, he colluded with the people of the Serkiak guerrillas and betrayed him. For the sake of our conscience, we must execute him immediately!"

Hearing what he said, Anrina's mother weakened her legs and slumped directly on the ground, but she didn't notice Victor's wink.

An Lina also didn't notice his winks. The girl's dirty face seemed to be a bit paler, and her lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Quickly, where is Vavila?!" Victor took a step forward, and as soon as he grasped Anrina's wrist, he winked and said loudly.

"No, no, it's impossible for my brother to collude with the guerrillas," Anrina cried out suddenly, "he can't collude with the guerrillas, he..."

"Shut up!" Victor was annoyed. He shook off Anrina's wrist and was about to open his mouth to tell her. He hurried to tell Vavira to escape. He heard a click, and the whole wall in the direction of the rear window suddenly appeared. Pulled away from the house by a strong force, a huge hole appeared in the original wall.

"Wow!" In the dust, the child's cry came from the direction of the door behind him.

Victor glanced back subconsciously, and saw that only the skinny boy was crying at the door, and the skinny little girl was running across the muddy street towards the back of the shack not far away.

For some reason, Victor felt a sigh of relief in his heart. He let go of Anrina's wrist, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and walked straight to the broken hole in the wall.

"Comrade Tuas, have you found someone?" The soldier called Varenka came in through the hole, looked around, and asked.

Victor shook his head pretendingly, and said, "Let's wait for him here, this guy will always come back."

Varenka opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just glanced at the sobbing Anrina, turned around and got out of the wall hole.

Victor clamped the cigarette between his fingers, found a wooden pier nearby, and sat down, then stared at a dead tree outside the wall hole in a daze.

Yes, he doesn’t want to arrest or even shoot some **** Vavila, not only because he thinks the other party is wronged, but mainly because he is Anrina’s brother, in his heart, to Anli Na, this girl, always holds a trace of guilt.

As a policeman who dealt with these exiled prisoners all day, he knew very well that Vavila rarely came back to this house. This guy likes to fool around with a group of young people in the camp, so if you want to catch him, the most correct thing is The way should be to go to the homes of his friends.

The reason why Victor came here with someone was that he hoped that someone could inform Vavira and let him escape quickly. Although there is not much hope of survival when he escaped from Shepchenkovo, he was better than staying and being shot directly. Strong, at least there is still a chance to escape.

Of course, Victor is not the only one who understands the situation of Varenka. In the cavalry platoon, there are many people who understand this situation, such as Varenka. Maybe Varenka has already guessed something at this moment. However, Victor is not worried about this, he believes that Varenka will not betray him.

Having said that, what if it is sold out? The big deal is being shot. Although it hasn't been long since he was reborn in this world, Victor has long been tired of the current life. This dim and depressing time and space makes people see no hope at all. Victor will always have an illusion, that is, if he dies in this time and space, will the soul return to the world he is familiar with. If possible, he would shoot himself in the head without hesitation.

After smoking a cigarette, Victor stood up, and when he turned his head, he saw that the skinny little girl had returned to the doorway, panting with one hand on the door frame. If nothing else, the clever little girl should have delivered the news, and only hope that the hapless Vavila can escape the town smoothly and never come back.

At this step, Victor thought he had done his best, and it was his own business whether that guy could survive.

Staying at Anrina’s house, he was destined to be unable to wait for Vavira, but Victor also had to make a full set of the show. He waited until the sky was dark before taking the two soldiers back to the camp.

Except for his team, the remaining five teams have all completed their tasks. Of the six people involved on the list, five "confessed guilt" to the law. Of course, the confession here must be quoted, because even if the other party wants to confess, there is no chance at all, and no one will give them a chance to speak.

If one of the six people is missing, this task is naturally not completed. For Victor, this is a stain. However, he doesn't care about these, and if he doesn't want other people, he doesn't have the idea of ​​climbing up in his heart.

In order to give an explanation to the comrades above, Victor arranged for the entire cavalry to line up in the town overnight to conduct a survey, making a gesture of picking out the fugitives, but unsurprisingly, even if the entire town was turned over. He couldn't find Vavila's shadow either. It was estimated that he had already fled to the depths of the jungle. Maybe he would really go to the guerrillas.

The investigation continued until the early hours of the morning, and the result of nothing was obtained, which added a bit of disappointment to everyone's fatigue.

Victor returned to his barracks and found that Anrina had returned, so he slept soundly on a blanket in the corner, which belonged to her bed.

Heyi lay down on his bed, Victor closed his eyes and fell asleep in a short while.

The three or four hours in his sleep passed in a flash, and Victor was awakened by the noisy voices of genius.

The moment he opened his eyes suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside. Four or five soldiers carrying guns rushed in from the outside, and without a word, they walked outside while holding him.

Also awakened was An Lina, she was already frightened, her whole body shrank on the felt, not daring to move.

Victor didn't struggle. He knew that the deliberate release of Vavila yesterday should have been exposed. In today's general environment, the charges for this kind of thing can be large or small, and the key lies in how the three-person trial team convicted. If they are given a charge of dereliction of duty, then at most they will lose their status as a policeman. On the contrary, if they are given a charge of colluding with anti-government guerrillas, then they will be shot at the end.

Outside the door of the barracks, there was a brown-green jeep parked in all directions, ventilating everywhere. In addition, there were several war horses scattered around.

Victor was escorted out of the barracks, and he saw Anufri standing next to the jeep at first sight. Unlike yesterday, this guy was wearing a military uniform today with a cigarette in his mouth. He has a serious expression, and his national character face has long lost the gentleness and kindness of yesterday. Instead, it is all serious and indifferent.

Seeing Victor being escorted out of the barracks, he asked indifferently: "Are you sure it is the traitor himself?"

"Yes, Comrade Warrant Officer," a soldier exclaimed, "identity has been confirmed. It is Victor Viktorovich, a former civilian police officer of the Civil Police Headquarters..."

Before the soldiers had finished speaking, Anufri waved his hand impatiently, and said, "There is no police officer, there is only a despicable traitor!"

After a pause, he said indifferently: "Get in the car!"