My Third Empire

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In a forest in Poland, a handsome young man sat on the boulder. He was wearing an old Polish military uniform, with a camera box slung around his neck. The box was covered with scars, and it seemed that it had been some years. In his hand was a yellowish picture. His eyes were so soft, he looked like he was stroking his lover.

The photo is indeed a girl who smiles sweetly. However, this photo was obviously not taken when the girl knew it, because the angle was slightly off, and the girl did not pay attention to the lens side, but was talking to an old woman naturally.

"Cook, let's go!" Shouted a man with a rifle not far away.

The young man sitting on the big stone put away the photo, carried the rifle on his shoulder, and then quickly jumped off the stone and caught up with his distant comrade. They are guerrillas in this forest. They use their actual actions to prove to the Germans that one thing is that not all Poles are willing to be slaves.

These days they are getting harder and harder, because the cold winter has consumed their food, and a few days ago this guerrilla team of about 100 people did a terrific thing. They took a German transport team Robbed.

The bad luck is that the transportation team escorted the material is cotton clothes and some car spare parts, so they did not find anything useful to supplement themselves. The guerrillas burned the bits and pieces and then retreated into the forest in western Poland.

It may be that this attack angered the Germans, or it may be that their activities finally attracted the attention of the Germans, so soon they infested the area, the German team began to search frequently. These Germans were equipped with armored vehicles and mortars, and their firepower was much stronger than that of the guerrillas. So after losing some of the people in the guerrillas that Cook was in, they had to hide from these German siege troops and left.

People always want to eat, and guerrillas are not immortal. They will soon run out of food, so they have to organize an adventure to collect some food in nearby villages and farmhouses.

The Germans' methods of dealing with guerrillas can be described in a variety of ways. These countermeasures, which were later summed up by countless military experts in the world, directly let the Germans skip the groping and learning stage and enter a very systematic siege mode.

The German army seized Polish and French armored trains to protect its own rail transportation system. Although these armored trains were somewhat outdated for combat on the front lines, they were indeed very sharp weapons against guerrillas that damaged the railways. The train is also equipped with armored vehicles for pursuit and artillery for support. For guerrillas lacking heavy weapons, it is a mobile fortress.

Then the Germans used the infamous method of centralized reclamation in Japan to gather Polish locals to create an uninhabited zone and destroy the local guerrillas' living environment. Of course, this method is not used by the Germans, mainly in the mountains.

In addition, under the direction of Akado, the German army established a special unit for mountain warfare on the basis of the original mountain division. These special units, with units as companies, cooperated with radio communication equipment and various special combat equipment. With the cooperation of the country, he specialized in siege operations and caused a lot of losses to the local guerrillas in Poland.

Cook's force has been regarded as the most large-scale guerrilla organization within a few hundred miles. They had 130 people a few days ago. Although they suffered setbacks, they still have more than 100 people.

Cook followed his captain and returned to their well-arranged camp. A few soldiers on guard sent out quickly and surrounded them, inquiring about their battle plan for today. The captain smiled, and then said to several of his men: "We are going to the village of Tal in the west today, and go there to see if we can borrow food."

Taal Village? Cook froze, then looked at his captain, the captain looked at him and smiled, then put it on Cook's ear, said softly: "I can only help you here, what do you say after seeing the girl, that You can only rely on yourself! "

I heard that to raise food, everyone immediately came to the spirit, a dozen soldiers actively signed up, hoping that they could go with them. In fact, these old guerrillas knew very well that they often found something to eat when they entered the village. Those Polish locals would squeeze out some food for the guerrillas anyway-but sometimes too little, they might be The ground is divided and eaten, and will not be taken back to the camp.

At this time, there is no good way for the captain, only let everyone start together. Forcibly leaving a dozen hungry and thin-skinned people to guard the camp, the remaining 80 people were moved together in a mighty way, and a long team went to the village of Taal.

"How do you know that girl?" The captain walked a little further in the middle of the line and chatted with Cook around him. The entire guerrillas are good players who drill the forest. Some people are responsible for opening the road and others are responsible for guarding the surroundings. It looks much more powerful than their predecessor "Polish Army".

"I'm from the village of Tal, captain." Cook walked through the forest with his rifle on his feet, and replied to the captain beside him: "I grew up with her and she was always happy Smiles like the sun in the sky that fascinates me. "

"Go to the girl and make it clear that some of us, today and tomorrow, even if the girl doesn't mind, we have to give someone an explanation." The captain habitually touched the jacket pocket, only to find that his cigarette had long been It's already gone.

He smiled bitterly, then reached out to remove a thin branch from the branch next to it, and dangled in his mouth.

"Captain, I know. I can't give her happiness, so I haven't told her what I thought. When we drove the German out of our hometown one day, I would marry her and give her the happiest life in the world. "" Cook said to his chief with a smile.

As they said all the way, they came to the edge of the jungle and saw a small village called Tal from afar. This is one of the few small villages that the Germans did not withdraw. The people inside regularly pay taxes to strengthen local security under German control.

The guerrillas returned from time to time to stay in the village, but it was still a rule. After all, rabbits don't eat nest edge grass, so this village of Tal has been through this cold winter quietly, and then spent the first spring as a German peacefully.

When the guerrillas appeared at the entrance of the village, all the people in the village came to see them. An old man recognized Cook, crying and holding Cook's hand, telling about his unfortunate experience. It turned out that the old man's son died during the German occupation of Poland. He was also classified as a lower-class population and deprived of his original cultivated land.

This is the sorrow of the poor working people in the marginal areas under the state of war. In fact, everyone knows that his life is not so miserable, but it is still routine to pretend to be what it should be. When the guerrillas came, they cried that they were robbed by the Germans. When the Germans came, they were in the village Hanging the 4D flag, when no one comes, they will live their lives as usual.

"There shouldn't be much food here." As a veteran guerrilla, the captain only glanced at the village and knew that the village was not rich. Finish eating, then go to the next village to see ... "

The man also knew what he should do: "Leave us something to eat, and I will take people around to watch."

Cook quickly walked to the door of his crush girl, looking at the familiar door, Cook suddenly had the urge to cry. He went out from here that year and went to Warsaw to be a newspaper boy. Later, he became a photographer step by step because of literacy. Then he returned to his hometown because of the war and secretly took the photo he cherished.

The adolescent girl of those days has now become a beautiful girl. But his dangerous identity made Cook dare not show his heart to the girl. He only dared to stand silently outside the courtyard so silently, watching all the daze he knew. Is she married? Does she still remember the little boy?

The mottled courtyard wall made Cook sad for a long time, and he didn't even know when the comrades around him left. With a helpless sigh, Cook once again took out the picture in his breast pocket, looked at the girl, envious of the smile on her face.

The corners of his mouth were full of bitterness, and Cook turned around with a photo. It's a farewell, say goodbye to this extravagant love, say goodbye to the person who was nostalgic, say goodbye to the green self. From this moment on, forget those unrealistic fantasies and honestly be a guerrilla fighter and fight back against your aggressor!

Thinking of this, he took a step forward to leave, but heard a sharp shot. Subconsciously shrinking his neck, he quickly took his rifle down and held it in his hand, and quickly bent over to find the wall on one side and leaned over before he observed the surroundings.

Soon the guerrilla gunshots rang, and apparently they encountered a group of German soldiers. Without much thought, Cook ran towards the center of the village with a gun, because he had to meet with his teammates to ensure his safety.

He just ran away from the alley, a picture lying on the ground alone, the girl's smile was still bright, as if there was no trouble. The breeze was blowing, the photo was gently lifted and slowly dropped, this time with the back facing up. A short message was written with a pen on it: "I want to drive away the enemy and live a happy life with you.-Cook."