The village of Rosaskaya, which remained in ruins after the war.

Collective farms in the Soviet Union were mainly made of wood, and most of the houses were burning after enemy mortars raged, and the black smoke rising from them proclaimed the location of the battlefield.

Kuznetsov ordered the troops to make a final rest, they had been detouring through the forest for some days, and quite a few of the soldiers' feet were worn out. The army was not short of food and ammunition, but there was a shortage of other necessary items, and many soldiers even advanced barefoot and enduring their wounds.

For this reason, many people simply tore the clothes of the Germans, looked for their cigarettes and even alcohol, and collected all the materials that could be used. So much so that many of the corpses of the enemy are almost the only pants left.

Before continuing to retreat, Yang Mingzhi's unit had a new task -- digging a pit.

"All the remains of the fallen soldiers are better to be buried in hit. Your 284th Division has made a new sacrifice, so it will be buried in one place according to your preferences, so that when the war is won, we can also come to pay respects. Yang Mingzhi felt that the commander's statement was very correct.

He and Yevlov set up the cemetery in a potato field in the village, with some growing fruit in the field, which was first dug up as a food reserve.

Then, together with a large number of soldiers, he began to dig with sapper shovels.

All he had left was a shirt, covered in mud.

"I'm digging my own grave. I'm really worried, my comrades-in-arms have returned to Russian soil, and I don't know where I died. The commander of the first company, Lavlianj, said to himself sarcastically.

"Worry-free. A lot of people in our troops survived. ”

"Really?" Ravlianj thrust his shovel into the soil and sat down on the ridge to rest. Looking at Berekov, who was still struggling to dig, he couldn't help but think a lot.

"Of course it's true." Yang Mingzhi stopped his work and looked at him, "As long as the whole division obeys my command, we will fight in the forest, and the Germans will not be able to help us." After all, I am Chinese, and in the civil war, we mainly fought in the forest. ”

Ravlianj shrugged, pulled out a cigarette and threw it to the battalion commander. "I searched the pockets of the Germans. Suck one and rest, the Germans will have to wait a few days before they come in again, and we will have already run away by then. You don't have to be so tired. ”

The two lit cigarettes with each other and sat cross-legged and spit smoke rings.

"Yevlov was conflicted, I could see it. He ******** wanted to fight a decent war. As for me, I have big dreams. I'm afraid I'm still a small commander after breaking through, and here in Minsk, in the vast forests and swamps, those we left behind can pull the ranks on their own. So I want you to stay, at least my battalion. "Anyway, Yang Mingzhi looked at Ravlianji." Comrade, will you follow me, or Yevlov. ”

Lavrenj seemed to show a kind of helplessness. "You are the battalion commander, of course I obey you, and the troops also obey you. Besides, our victory is not under your command. Personally, I mean, follow you to win the battle. ”

"Okay. Listen to me and win the battle. Yang Mingzhi stood up and stretched hard, and he saw that the soldiers were still digging the big pit. Many of them also brought the fallen soldiers over, and because of the hot summer temperatures, they had to be quickly buried in the ground.

Carambola is very worried about her husband, and at the same time she is very busy.

There was a lot of wailing in the field hospital, and many wounded soldiers had lost so much blood that they had gone into shock, and many of them died. There were also some wounded soldiers, and their condition was also very bad, not a single one of the people who were hit by the bullet in the torso survived, and the rest were mostly hit in the limbs.

Carambola and her old buddy Lilia, both of whom miraculously survived a series of battles safely.

Some of the other nurses suffered a lot of losses after the bombardment, and the remaining doctors and nurses were too few to take good care of all the wounded. Some of the citizens who accompanied the army were urgently called as helpers, and they could at most take action.

"Sterilize the knife, bring it."

"Sterilized hemostats, bring them."

……

Star fruit's small body is like a young child, and she is already a rare excellent hygienist in the army. She understands the doctor's instructions and keeps doing it calmly.

"Doctor, is this patient really okay?" The girl asked weakly.

"Maybe, at least the bullets will have to be removed. The rest depended on his own ability, and we were left with only the last few bottles of vodka to make disinfectant alcohol. ”

Star fruit is used to seeing life and death, but it is also thrilling to see the real flesh and blood blurred in front of him. The smell of human blood was great, and she saw the wounded soldier and was held down by several strong warriors.

The man was shot in the left thigh, and if the bullet was left in the muscle, a bacterial infection and lead poisoning would soon kill him.

The soldier had a wooden stick in his mouth, and his desperate struggle was held down by the soldier. The doctor searched for the projectile in the wound, blood gushing out.

"Bessica? Are you scared? Lilia asked abruptly.

"I didn't ...... No, I just feel a little unbearable. ”

"Quiet!" The doctor stresses discipline. "Lilia, bring the pliers, I've found the bullet location."

The soldier is already in shock in severe pain, which is a kind of self-protection of the human body.

Star fruit's nervousness was no weaker than that of this soldier, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her long braids were wet.

"Besica, bring the plate."

"Alas, okay."

Carambola held the plate, only to hear a click, and a blood-stained projectile was on it. The doctor also breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, this person was not injured in the big blood vessels. ”

There were a lot of such surgeries, and there was even work to remove fragments of enemy shells.

Star fruit is indeed not an adult, her physical strength is generally good, and her energy is rapidly depleting. It hurt to stand in both legs, and she had been staring at the bloody and abnormal operation, and suddenly she passed out.

"How's it going?" Lilia hugged the girl in her arms, "My sister, don't scare me. ”

After being shaken a few times, the star fruit finally woke up, and her head was still a little dizzy.

"Lilia, this kid has worked very hard. Maybe it's too hot and she's suffering from heat stroke, so you let her go and take a break, and we'll get on with our work. ”

The star fruit was supported to the open area to breathe, and Yang Mingzhi recognized it at a glance when he looked around. He immediately pinched out his cigarette and threw down his shovel and ran to his wife.

Carambola's face was a little haggard, and she was still smiling hard.

"Soldiers. What the hell happened to Betsica? ”

"Report to the battalion commander, Besica appears to be suffering from heat stroke."

Yang Mingzhi immediately wrinkled his forehead, took over the soldier's work, and picked the girl up.

At this moment, this girl is very happy. Her head hurt a little, but she still tried to put her hands around her husband's neck. Many soldiers came over without knowing it, they knew that this girl was the wife of the battalion commander, could something have happened to her?

"Comrades, you continue to work. Bessica was just too tired from work. ”

Yang Mingzhi immediately sat down and took off his kettle to rehydrate his wife. In the mouth of the nectar, the star fruit subconsciously held the kettle and drank it violently, without any other scruples.

"You, you. The rain of bullets can't reach you, and as a result, you can exhaust yourself like this. ”

The girl forced a smile, drank a lot of water, and ate something, so she slept for a while under Yang Mingzhi's arrangement.

The soldiers continued to dig the cemetery, and more of the bodies of the fallen were brought in and placed neatly stacked next to the cemetery.

Yang Mingzhi looked at these soldiers, and many of them followed him from birth to death. There were also more than a dozen conscripted militiamen, who died with gray faces and ordinary shirts stained with blood.

For some reason, a strong sense of vicissitudes enveloped his heart. The command of the Western Front was in shambles, and many soldiers resisted to the death and were finally divided, surrounded and annihilated. These people were supposed to successfully break through, but as a result, hundreds of people were reimbursed for one battle.

If there are more such battles, the troops will be left without soldiers.

These patriots really fought to the end, and finally died on the way to the charge.

"All the soldiers have it! Attention! ”

The soldiers didn't know what the battalion commander was sucking in, and when they saw him standing up and saluting, everyone followed.

The real funeral officially began a little later, and Yevlov led the whole division in attendance. There were only more than 2,000 people left in the entire army, and the troops were standing upright, and the temporary honor guard greeted the sky with guns.

At this time, the German reconnaissance plane flew over Rosaskaya, and the scouts immediately took aerial photographs and recorded the discovery of large remnants of the Soviet army.

There was some commotion among the soldiers who had just stood upright, and Yevlov shouted: "No chaos! That's a reconnaissance plane. ”

The funeral continued, and eventually the soldiers buried the pit and built a huge tomb.

As for the corpses of the Germans, there were no more venting of anger by the Soviet troops, and most of the corpses were hastily buried in foxholes, and some were buried directly in the mountains.

It was already evening when all this was over, and the troops were to be here to correct and continue to retreat after two days of being well fed and drunk. Because of the appearance of German reconnaissance aircraft, the situation became somewhat delicate. Kuznetsov completely rejected his men's pleas for another day's rest, saying: "The Germans have detected our position, and if we are passive and sluggish, the Germans will inevitably continue to intercept us." We don't have any more chances, so tomorrow morning at six o'clock, all of us will be open. ”

The 284th Division received the same order, and when Yang Mingzhi and Yevlov returned to the camp, they immediately ordered the soldiers to pack up their internal affairs and check all the supplies they had to bring.

"Are you going to leave again?" Carambola asked her husband, who was preparing her luggage.

"Yes. It's very unsafe here, we have to go. ”

"Let's go? Where do we go? ”

"Go to the swamps, through which we will enter areas that the Germans have not yet invaded." Yang Mingzhi said, seeing that his wife was still a little indifferent, he immediately offered a kiss on his forehead. "Honey, we're in a very difficult time right now, it's good for you to follow me."

"Well, I'll follow you."

Yang Mingzhi nodded, and he asked his wife to obediently prepare herself in the tent and take off her socks. The girl thought that her husband wanted something more, he was a big man who had experienced such an exciting thing, and he really should vent his anger. I have taken off my shirt and am about to take off my underwear as well, waiting for my husband's caresses.

"Oops! I told you to take off your socks, not to make you take off your clothes. Shirt you continue to wear. ”

Carambola was puzzled, so her husband took out a new pair of cloth socks in the small box where the treasures were kept, and put them on for her son. These daily necessities were bought before the war, and Yang Mingzhi pursued the principle of being prepared, and now it seems that these underwear supplies are completely right.

"When you're past the swamp and the rainy season, it's important to keep your feet dry. I don't want your little feet to be soaked and worn out, and you have to change your socks all the time. Of course I am. ”

Carambola puff and have fun. "You still care so much about me."

Nonsense, you saved my life and married me. The two of us are relatives in this foreign country, and I don't care who you and I care about. You better sleep well, tomorrow we will start the long march. ”

Star fruit lay down with a smile, and her heart was full of gratitude.