Struggle in Soviet Russia

As the sun sets, under the hillside of Lviv’s Kasbah, a three-wheeled motorcycle is slowly parked on the side of the road. Following the motorcycle is a truck with a shed. When the car stopped, a large number of Soldiers wearing blue caps and brown-green uniforms jumped from the truck and quickly spread to both sides of the street.

Victor jumped off the tricycle and looked at the intersection not far away. There, a tram was abandoned on the road, and almost none of the glass on the car was intact. Interestingly, right next to this tram, a traffic policeman in a black uniform with white sleeves on his arm stood stubbornly at his post, staring blankly at someone Location in a daze.

The soldiers who followed Victor to set up the roadblocks were all pieced together. To be precise, the military uniforms they wore were pieced together. In order to show their identity to the Germans entering the city, the soldiers participating in the operation must wear formal uniforms. In Lviv, it is not easy to find more uniforms for the security forces.

All the soldiers are added together. Counting Victor himself and Sophia acting as an interpreter, there are only 28 people. They need to set up roadblocks here to negotiate with the German troops trying to enter the city.

Don’t think that there is an alliance treaty between the Soviet Union and Germany. This behavior is safe. On the contrary, it is a very risky move, because the key to success or failure rests on the German commander. If the other party abides by the rules, So naturally there is nothing, but if the answer is the opposite, this team of less than 30 people is not enough for one round of machine gun fire.

Perhaps it is the imminent hope of returning to these guerrilla soldiers. Their spirits are very high now. Under the command of a corporal, these people are busy building roadblocks from the truck under the stage. I don't know anything about the coming danger.

Victor stood by the motorcycle and lit a cigarette for himself. His trembling fingers showed that his heart was definitely not as calm as his expression. When the German will appear, it is still unknown, what will happen after it appears, and it is also unknown now, but he has no retreat.

"Hey, Yura!" The first thing Sophia did when she got off the motorcycle was to forcefully stretch the hem of her military jacket, which made her plump chest look more straight. She was riding on the motorcycle with one foot. On the rear wheel, he shouted to a soldier who was carrying a wooden pile not far away, "Go and drive the stupid man over there. The anti-tank trenches are needed here, not the **** traffic evacuation."

"Yes, Comrade Sophia," the soldier who was called by the name put down his work and walked towards the stupid traffic police with two people.

Victor watched the three soldiers walk by and dragged the traffic police away. He looked at his watch. It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon. If the Germans didn’t choose to enter the city today, tomorrow’s At this time, the vanguard of the Soviet army should be able to enter Lviv.

On the street not far away, the noise was getting louder and louder. The traffic policeman who was towed away was like a mad dog. He shouted something loudly and scuffled with three soldiers on the edge of the square at the crossroads. Together.

"What's the matter?" Victor couldn't understand the Polish language of the guy, and he frowned and asked Sophia.

"A nationalist obsessed with dictatorship," Sophia said with a shrug. "He said we were the invaders and refused to leave his post."

The dictatorship naturally refers to the Polish government, and her words are full of mockery.

"Forget it, don't worry about him," Victor waved his hand and said, "Our own work is important. Now there is no time to waste on a lunatic."

Perhaps it was specifically to confirm his words, but from nowhere, there was a vaguely roaring motor.

Victor's heart trembled, and he straightened up instinctively and cast his gaze on the other side of the intersection.

The three soldiers who drove the traffic police obviously also noticed the abnormality. They abandoned the stubborn guy and moved back quickly. Without outsiders' obstruction, the traffic policeman in black gave up his screaming. He arranged his uniform and returned to the position where he stood before. Then, he still looked at the empty street in a daze.

The sound of the "rumbling" motor became clearer and clearer. When the sound of a certain kind of metal impact was also clearly audible, the ground paved with stones began to tremble, and it felt as if there were thousands of troops heading here. Coming by Mercedes-Benz.

Everyone, including Victor, was very nervous, as if the density of the air had suddenly solidified a bit. Normal breathing was a bit difficult. Only by inhaling with an open mouth could we meet the needs of the lungs.

"For the Soviets!"

In the dignified atmosphere, somebody yelled, almost subconsciously, Victor opened his mouth and wanted to yell it, but the slogan was brought to his lips, and he was abruptly held back by his shame.

"For the Soviets!"

Although he didn't shout out, most of the two dozen soldiers still shouted, but their voices were uneven and they looked very imposing.

"For the motherland!"

Another voice continued to shout.

"For the motherland!"

This time, the voice was undoubtedly much more tidy, and it also had a lot of power. The solemn atmosphere in the air seemed to be dispersed by the shout. Victor glanced back and saw that there were more than two dozen soldiers who were accompanying him. They had arranged a line of defense behind the simple temporary fortifications. This so-called line of defense was weak and vulnerable, but no one escaped anyway.

About two or three minutes later, the roar of the motor can finally tell the direction, and at the same time, a tank slowly appeared on the street on the west side of Shizuo intersection. The street was downhill, so the tank first appeared with a section of the gun barrel, followed by the open top of the tower and the German commander with half of his body exposed from the top of the tower.

The tank seemed to have run over something, and the body shuddered twice. Then, the right side of the car suddenly hung in the air, the car accelerated for a while, and went directly to the top of the slope. The entire tank body appeared on the open field at the intersection.

Afterwards, German infantrymen on both sides of the tank appeared one after another. The commander, half of his body exposed outside the tank tower, apparently spotted Victor and his party on the opposite side of the street. He gestured to the infantrymen on both sides with two gestures and stretched out his hands. Taped on the top of the tower.

Following his command, the coordinated German infantry began to deploy firepower on the opposite side of the street unhurriedly. Two machine guns were erected, and the tank's barrels began to adjust their height. It seemed that an attack would be launched at any time.

Victor straightened his collar for the last time. He winked at Sophia, who was looking nervous, and then picked up a small flag with a sickle and hammer that he had prepared, took a big step, and walked across the street. It stands to reason that he is the safest to raise a white flag at this time, but a very real problem is that if he dares to raise the white flag in the negotiation, he will definitely be sent to prison later.

The tank on the opposite side turned off, and the German commander wearing sunglasses looked at Victor as he walked step by step. Fortunately, when Victor crossed the entire intersection, he did not give an order to attack. But when he passed the middle of the intersection, the **** traffic police spit at him severely, and there was something roaring in his mouth, which shocked Victor, who was focusing on dealing with the Germans.

Passing through the originally not spacious intersection, Victor stopped next to a fire water valve. At this time, the sunset rays passing through the city were projected from a corner of the building not far away, forming a division of sunlight and shadows on the street. The German tank was in the shadow, and Victor stood at the division of light and shadow.

"Your Excellency, Commander of the German Wehrmacht," stopped, Victor glanced at the German commander who was always on the tank, and exclaimed, "I am Victor Viktorovich Tarache, National Security Lieutenant of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Husband, at 3:45 this afternoon, in accordance with the order of the People’s Committee of the National Defense of the Alliance, our army has successfully taken over Lviv’s transportation, city defense, public security, and broadcasting. In accordance with the Alliance Friendship Treaty signed by you and us. , Lviv, as the inherent territory of the Alliance, should belong to us in this joint operation and be regarded as our territory recovered after the war. In the spirit of the treaty of friendship and mutual assistance between you and us, Your Excellency, Please follow the agreement and lead the troops out of Lviv city."

After speaking, Victor took out his own ID from the chest pocket of the military uniform and raised it with one hand. And Sophia, who followed him, didn't begin to translate what he said until this time.

The German commander on the tank stared at him for a while, then waved his hand to a soldier below.

The German soldiers who received the order walked over quickly, took the documents in Victor's hand, and sent them to the German commander.

"Lieutenant Victor," looked at Victor's credentials, and the German commander said in very standard Russian, "You said that you have controlled Lviv's traffic, city defense, public security, radio, etc., but... .."

He reached out and pointed at the location of the traffic policeman, and smiled: "Hear what that guy is yelling? He is yelling: Long live Poland, all the despicable invaders will be defeated! Hey, this can't prove you. Any word you say."

"That's just a lunatic," Victor looked back and smiled when he turned back. "We can never control a lunatic's brain."

The German commander handed Victor's certificate to the soldier and asked him to send it back. At the same time, he said: "The order I received is to attack Lviv, not to hand Lviv to you. So, the next step, I need to ask my superiors."

"Then, my suggestion is that before your superior order is issued, you and me should give the soldiers a break from where they are now," Victor immediately proposed.

"In principle, I'm willing to accept your proposal, Lieutenant Victor," the German commander nodded and said, without being embarrassed.