Red Moscow

  Chapter 382 Searching for the Missing Female Scout (Part 2)

"Could you tell me what mission you are performing?" Gumyev was afraid of causing misunderstandings by Sokov and the others after he finished speaking, so he quickly added: "I just want to provide you with the necessary help."

"We are looking for a missing female scout." Sokov hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be fine to tell Gumyev the purpose of the trip, even if the other party is a Soviet traitor, as long as he does not let him out of his sight Even if he wanted to inform him, he had no chance, so he said openly: "Comrade Gumyev, have you ever seen or heard of such a person?"

   "What are you looking for is a female scout?" Gumyev's pupils shrank slightly, and then asked hesitantly, "Do you know her name?"

   "Her name is..." Christopher opened his mouth to say the name of the female scout, but Sukov suddenly interrupted: "Her name is Katya, have you heard of this name?"

Hearing the name Sokov said, Gumyev showed a confused expression on his face, he shook his head and said, "The female scout we rescued is named Maria Videnieva. "

  The commanders and fighters who accompanied Sokov on the mission all knew the name of the female scout they were looking for. When I heard Sokov say the name Katya, I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but then I realized that it was because Sokov didn't fully trust the other party and was deliberately testing. So after Gumyev said the name of Maria Videneyeva, everyone remained silent and just turned their attention to Sokov, wanting to see his reaction.

  Unexpectedly, Sokov did not immediately ask about the situation of the female scout, but chatted with Gumyev about the daily life: "Gumyev, can I ask you, what did you do before the war?"

   "I am a cobbler." Perhaps because he was worried that Sokov would not understand, he explained specifically: "It is the kind of fur that women wear in winter, also known as fur."

  If Gumyev said he was a cobbler making shoes or saddles, maybe Sokov could only be a quiet listener. But the other party was talking about furs, and Sukov was engaged in this industry before crossing over. The two of them immediately encountered a common topic: "So you are making furs. I don't know what you use. What kind of fur, fox, nutria, otter, raccoon, seal, or mink?"

  After Sokov listed several types of fur in succession, Gumyev couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise: "Comrade commander, I didn't expect you to know so much?"

Sokov quickly coughed lightly, and said in a disguised way: "I have a friend who also works in a fur factory. I heard him say it during the chat, so I will remember it naturally. By the way, you haven't answered me yet, you guys What kind of fur is used to make fur."

"Our factory produces wooden piers." Gumyev explained to Sokov: "It is fur clothes made of sheep skin. Although it is heavy to wear, it is very warm. When we retreated from the factory, There are more than 100 finished garments in the warehouse, and it is estimated that they are now in the hands of the Germans."

  Although Sokov has never sold wooden pier, he knows that this kind of clothes made of sheepskin is not a common leather jacket, but a kind of mid-length coat that feels very bulky. People with a slightly bloated body feel like a bear when they wear it.

  Sokov considered that the guerrilla group Gumyev was in, since he was active in this area, the factory where he used to work would not be too far away. If these clothes can be brought back to Mamayev Gang and worn by soldiers on duty at night, frostbite can be effectively avoided. Thinking of this, he immediately couldn't wait to ask: "Where is the warehouse of your factory?"

"It's in the northwest of the Malala Rossoshka area, but it's already a German-occupied area." Seeing that Sokov was so concerned about the warehouse in the factory, Gumyev couldn't help asking curiously: "Comrade commander, you ask this question." do what?"

Considering the need for the cooperation of the other party, Sokov said bluntly: "Gumyev, I think this way. The weather is getting colder and colder, and my troops are seriously short of winter clothes. If I can get this batch of fur , so that soldiers on duty at night can avoid frostbite."

Gumyev turned his head and glanced at the rear part of the half-tracked armored personnel carrier, and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade commander, there are many empty spaces in the rear part of the vehicle. Come on, block the rear door, and you will not be able to get out of the car from there."

"It's all right." Regarding Gumyev's concerns, Christopher said disapprovingly: "The rear compartment of this half-track armored vehicle adopts the upper side open mode, in addition to providing a good range of fire for the infantry inside the vehicle. And outside the field of vision, the more important thing is to facilitate the infantry on the inside of the vehicle body to jump over the side wall and get off the vehicle immediately during the battle. Therefore, even if the rear half is full of things and the narrow hatch on the rear side is blocked, We were also able to get on and off the side walls."

"By the way, Gumyev." After chatting for a while, Sokov suddenly changed the topic back to the female scout: "You seemed to say just now that you rescued a female scout named Maria Videneyeva." Can you tell me the specific process?"

The chat just now made Gumyev let go of his vigilance towards Sokov. He raised his body back, closed his eyes, and began to recall the situation at that time: "In order to prevent the campsite from being exposed, our guerrillas made every It will be transferred to the new campsite in a few days. Yesterday was the transfer day. Just halfway there, I heard gunshots and grenade explosions in front. The captain guessed that it might be our people and the enemy. They took us and rushed over. We ran towards the direction of the gunfire for five or six minutes, and when we came to a forest, we saw a woman in plain clothes and a headscarf running quickly through the forest, and from time to time She turned her head and fired one or two shots, and there were fifty or sixty German soldiers behind her. We opened fire immediately without hesitation, and caught the Germans off guard. They were scared to lie on the ground or hide behind trees to fight back at us. .

  The woman was brought in front of me and the captain, and said that her name was Maria Videneyeva, she was a scout, and she was pursued by the German army because she got a top-secret information. She asked for our help to get this information out. "

  Hearing this, Sokov couldn't help interjecting and asked, "Has the information been sent?"

"I don't know." Gumyev shook his head and said, "Although the German army was stunned after being attacked suddenly, they quickly returned to normal and launched an attack on our temporary blocking position. You know, our guerrilla unit has only been formed for a month. Except for a few who have been soldiers, the rest are workers and peasants with little combat experience. Their combat effectiveness is very limited, and we cannot suppress the enemy's attack at all. In order to prevent the entire army from being destroyed, The captain ordered me to stay with eight fighters for cover, and he and the others left with the female scout."

   "What happened next?" Sokov asked expressionlessly.

"We fought for about a quarter of an hour, and I was injured and passed out." Gumyev continued: "When I woke up, I found myself lying in a small dry river ditch. I don't know who it was. Put me there. I climbed out of the ditch, and I happened to meet Uncle Dworkin, who carried me home and bandaged my wound... You all know what happened afterwards."

   "That is to say," Sokov waited for Gumyev to finish, and said thoughtfully, "The female scout may be in your new camp now. Is my understanding correct?"

   "It's not clear." Gumyev shook his head first, then nodded, and said, "However, the possibility that the captain brought the female scout to the new camp cannot be ruled out."

   "Where is the new camp?" After Sokov asked what he wanted to know, he said bluntly to Gumyev, "Take us there immediately."

  Under the guidance of Gumyev, the armored vehicle drove for another ten minutes and stopped beside a forest. Sokov ordered Ernst and Vamko to stay and guard the armored vehicle, and he took Christopher and Samoilov to follow Gumyev to the camp of the guerrillas.

  As soon as he walked into the woods, Sokov had an ominous premonition for no reason. He only felt that his scalp was numb, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his vest was also chilly. My heart is hairy, I always feel like I am being watched by a wild beast. His steps slowed down, his eyes kept glancing around, his finger wrapped around the trigger of his assault rifle, ready to fire if he saw something amiss.

  Gumyev, who was walking in the front, noticed Sokov's abnormality. He slowed down, turned his head to look at Sokov with a puzzled face, and asked in puzzlement, "Comrade commander, what's wrong with you?"

   "Comrade Gumyev, don't you think the woods are too quiet?" Sokov frowned and said, "And as soon as I walked into the woods, I felt like I was being watched by wild animals."

   After Sokov reminded him, other people also noticed this. Samoilov said vigilantly: "Comrade Brigadier, maybe there are hidden guerrilla sentries lurking nearby. I think it's better for Comrade Gumyev to greet them first, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

  Samoilov's words made everyone realize that if they continue to bury their heads and move forward, they may really have a misunderstanding with the guerrillas in the woods. Although Gumyev was leading the way, the three people behind him were all wearing German uniforms, so it was easy for the soldiers hiding in the woods to misunderstand that Gumyev had rebelled and led the Germans. People came to wipe out the guerrillas. Maybe if I walk a few more steps, the other party will shoot without hesitation. Everyone is a battle-hardened person. Although life and death have been ignored, it would be too wronged if they died at the gunpoint of their own people.

  (end of this chapter)