Chapter 5: The Living "Dead"

Marshal Drev was about to personally lead the remaining 160,000 soldiers to the station, but as soon as he went out, he was blocked by several agents sent by Moscow. Hello Comrade Dreve, we are from Investigation Team 16, please cooperate with us. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Are you from Moscow?" Drev was taken aback and said, "What mistake did I make, you want to take me, the marshal of the Northwest Army?" You must know that there is still a battle going on outside, and if I am not here, I will inevitably be unstable, and if you do this, are you not afraid that Leningrad will fall one day sooner? ”

The agent sneered: "What does the fall of Leningrad have to do with me? That's your business, I'm only responsible for bringing you back for trial, and nothing else has anything to do with me... Take! Saying that, the seven or eight strong men next to him rushed up, where were the soldiers of Dreif who were the opponents of these agents, and were pushed away by these seven people at once, Marshal Dreve immediately shouted when he saw this: "What are you doing?" I'm also a marshal, so be polite to me! Even if you want to take me for questioning, you have to be guilty, otherwise I won't go with you!" ”

The agent pursed his lips disdainfully, and said: "Okay, then let me tell you, it is someone within your Northwest Army who accuses you of making a fortune in the country, taking the opportunity to oppress the soldiers and people of your country, and being unorganized and undisciplined, and contemptuous of your superiors is quite fascist, so the president personally ordered to take you back for questioning, can you agree with this charge?"

"What?" Dreif suddenly became furious, "Slander, this is the slander of the Red Lotus, who is that person?" Find him out for me, I'm going to confront him, no, I'm going to duel him! This kind of villain deserves to stay in my army, is it unbearable! ”

No matter how he struggled, it didn't help, the soldiers around him watched his marshal being pressed into the car and taken away directly, and the soldiers standing on both sides of the street looked at each other at a loss, what should the marshal do next after being taken away? Do you continue to the theater of operations and join the advance team or stay? But after a while, another car drove over, and several staff officers of the Northwest Army walked out of the car, glanced at the soldiers around them, sighed and ordered: "Non-commissioned officers above the regimental level of all departments come to report!"

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Three hours later, a lieutenant general of the Central Army walked towards Tuzonev, Tuzonev hurriedly saluted, and the lieutenant general took out a red promotion letter and handed it to him, Tuzonev did not react for a while, and asked stupidly: "This... This is? ”

"Congratulations to Dimitri. Comrade Tuzonev, you were exceptionally promoted to brigadier general and took over Panzosko. Marshal Drev, when the war stabilizes, you may be promoted to the position of marshal again, I am very optimistic about you, old man. ”

"What... What the? Tuzonev did not show how happy he was, but was extremely shocked, "And what about Marshal Drev?" I replaced him, so what did he do? ”

"Oh, it's thanks to you, if you hadn't reported Dreif, I'm afraid we wouldn't have known that he was a fascist by now, with a strong sense of national separatism, and it would not be peaceful to keep him in our motherland, so you have to work hard, and strive to get more military merits to serve as a marshal for yourself, and you will be more stable in the future."

"No... No, that's not right! Tuzonev's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly defended: "I just want you to make a crime and detain him and don't let him lead his troops out of the city, I didn't ask you to arrest him, and Marshal Drev has been the marshal of the Northwest Army for more than ten years, and he is known as the president, and it is impossible to remove him casually because of my words, and replace him with someone he is not familiar with, there must be a conspiracy in this... Yes, it was not Kovisky's order, it must have been him, only he had a bad relationship with Drev! ”

"Comrade Tuzonev!" The lieutenant general shouted with a cold face: "Don't go too far, it's not good to accuse others casually, besides, you have just taken office and made such insulting remarks, beware of being listened to by people with bad intentions... Hehe, okay, I won't say more, as for what you do next, it doesn't matter to me, I'm just here to talk to people, then, goodbye. The lieutenant general turned to leave, Tuzonev had a chill down his spine, and with a shake of his hand, he dropped the letter of appointment on the ground, and muttered: "Marshal Drev, I'm sorry for you, I was wrong ... I was wrong..."

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"Pezzino. Chief Skotnowski! The buzzing sound in his ears kept ringing, and a man was shaking himself and shouting his name, and the chaotic sound of gunfire mixed with the screams of the wounded made him gradually come to his senses

"Comrade Pezuno!" A veteran rushed to his side and shouted, slapped him in the face and shouted: "Hurry up comrade, we have been ambushed, and now we have lost contact with the headquarters, you have to quickly find a way to take us out!"

Skotnowski shook his head, took the AK74 rifle in the man's hand, and looked at the debris and several severed hands all over the ground, and couldn't help but gag

"What just happened, I can't remember what happened?" Skotnowski glanced at the dozen or so soldiers behind him, and couldn't help but be startled, how could there be only a few of them left with more than 100 soldiers at this time, and a soldier with a machine gun replied: "Ten minutes ago, a guy accidentally touched a trap and killed more than 10 of our comrades on the spot, and then we were attacked, but the strange thing is that the attacker also used our weapons."

"So the enemy is a rebel?" Skotnowski waved his hand and stopped, there was a station exit in front of him, a steel structure gate was hidden, and a strange sound faintly came from the crack in the door, a group of people looked at each other, raised their guns and aimed there, Skotnowski tiptoed there, and slowly pushed open the door with the muzzle of the gun against the doorknob, and then there was a more creepy sound inside, as if the sound of chewing chicken bones came into the ears leisurely, and everyone pointed the flashlight at the sound source, A tattered and bloodstained Russian soldier was squatting there and gnawing on an unrecognizable corpse, and the soldier also stopped what he was doing at this time, and looked back at them coldly, Skotnowsky and everyone present were frightened by his appearance, a wrinkled face without a nose and eyes, or the two hollows were his eyes, the whole mouth was torn open and grinned directly to the root of his ear, like a ghoul who had been drained of blood, and he could no longer recognize his true appearance

"Ah~~" The ghoul-like soldier opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards them, and suddenly ten thousand shots were fired, and the bullets pierced his body without leaving much blood, as if it was hitting a piece of frozen meat, spewing out a red blood mist without causing any actual damage

"Da Da Da Da~" Skotnowski aimed at his head and fired several shots to blow his head violently, the body fell to the ground and kept twitching, he cautiously approached with a gun and kicked a few times, confirming that he was indeed dead, and then he was relieved, and the group came up and talked about it

"Hey, this guy seems to be our comrade, how did he become like this?"

"I don't know, he seems to have been sucked dry by something, and even his brain is gone, it can't be witchcraft, right?" The Heavy turned the body over with his foot, and stepped on it a few more times, but nothing but a few drops of dark yellow bodily fluids were pressed out of the wound, when a soldier standing in front of the gate suddenly shouted at everyone: "Shhhh Quiet guys, listen, something seems to be crawling above our heads? He pointed to the ceiling above his head, and a dull scraping sound came from above, and everyone pricked up their ears and held their guns to watch around, as if the sound of this rustling was getting denser and denser, as if something pervasive was approaching them, and at this almost suffocating moment, suddenly a fart sounded, and the strange sound dissipated, and the machine gunner Cannock raised his hand and said with a red face, "I... I drank too much ice wine in the morning and had a bit of a stomach upset..."

"Hahaha..."Seeing that the voice dispersed, everyone couldn't help but laugh, "Cannock, it turned out to be a strange sound from your ass, we thought it was some kind of monster hiccup..."

"Don't laugh! Beware of me beating you! The group smiled and glanced at the soldier at the entrance of the hall, and suddenly found that there was only a gun and a flashlight left, and the person disappeared out of thin air

"Hell, where did that guy go?" As soon as he turned around, he saw his brothers pointing their guns at him, and Skotnowski stared at him with an extremely ugly face, as if he had lost the soldier

"You... What is this for? ”

"Chainov!" Skotnowski stretched out his hand and pointed at him, no, rather behind him, Chainov immediately understood what everyone meant, his right hand slowly put on his waist, tightened the safety of the grenade, and replied in a trembling voice: "Everyone, am I behind me... What's... Stuff? ”

A bloody mouth bit his neck violently, and with a hard flick of it, he tore off the back of his neck, and Skotnowski yelled, "Shoot this guy!"

"Da Da Da ~~" The gunfire then attracted a large group of these monsters, and some of the soldiers who fell into the evil even raised their guns to shoot at them, Skotnowski immediately realized what was going on with the trap outside, it turned out that everything here was a trap, maybe the more than 500,000 Northwest Army did not die in the hands of the enemy, it was likely that they also died in the hands of their own people, but why did those soldiers who retreated from them not tell them but hid it, and a bad idea arose...

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