More than 600 Hungarian prisoners sat on the meadows on the east bank of the Slana River in the northern part of Tiza New Town.

Their uniforms were stained with yellow dust, and their eyes did not have the brilliance of a soldier, but only hollowness, frustration and despair.

Some people are bored pulling the weeds on the ground, some are chatting quietly, and some people are lying on the ground looking up at the blue sky.

In the open space around the group of prisoners, four Deggalev light machine guns were distributed in the four corners of the group of prisoners, and the muzzles of the black holes were pointed at the group of prisoners.

More than 20 Soviet soldiers, armed with Mosin Nagant rifles and Bobosha assault rifles, roamed around the group of captives, their eyes swept vigilantly at the captives from time to time.

At some point, the attention of the captives and the guards turned to the sky.

A small plane flew from west to east over the group of captives, and just when all the captives and guards thought it had just passed by by chance, the plane made a light turn, turned west, and flew back over the group of captives.

Seeing the plane in circles over the crowd, a whisper sounded among the Hungarian soldiers.

The Hungarian soldier whispered as he pointed at the plane in the sky, apparently all of them recognizing that the plane was from friendly forces and had spotted their presence.

The plane pulled down in circles in the air and flew out in a spiral.

Seeing the black and white iron cross symbol under the wings of the plane, the Hungarian soldiers looked even more excited, closer than seeing their own relatives, and some Hungarian soldiers couldn't help but stand up and wave to the plane.

If the plane had belonged to the Royal Hungarian Air Force, the captives would not have been so out of shape. So much so that he forgot that there were still Soviet guards standing beside him.

But when they saw that it was a Luftwaffe plane, a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

The biggest difference between the Germans and their own people was that the Germans had the strength to defeat the Russian invaders. It also has the power to save itself.

Sensing the strangeness in the group of captives, the Soviet guards nervously shouted to the group of captives: "Sit down, sit down"

However, due to the language barrier and the loud noise of the captives, their voices were drowned out in the waves of the captives' voices.

The gentle approach had no effect, and the guards immediately resorted to a simple and brutal "bear" style.

The leader of the Soviet guards, a Soviet second lieutenant, pulled the bolt. He reloaded the submachine gun in his hand, then raised the muzzle of the gun and fired wildly at the German reconnaissance plane in the sky.

The reconnaissance aircraft was unscathed. The crisp sound of gunfire poured a bucket of cold water on the captives.

Under the threat of death, the captives had to sit down honestly on the grass.

Although not wounded by a submachine gun bullet, the reconnaissance plane appeared to be frightened, flapping its wings up and down. U-turn and fly southwest.

I saw that plane flying farther and farther. Turning into a black dot and disappearing into the blue sky, the eyes of the Soviet second lieutenant swept over the group of prisoners, full of disdain and schadenfreude.

"No one will come to save you, and your shouting will not lead to anything."

Pointing to the southern sky, the Soviet second lieutenant shouted: "Did you hear the sound of artillery in the distance?" Your men are being beaten, and our tanks will mercilessly crush the corpses of your comrades, and then rush to Budapest and plant the Soviet flag on the head of Budapest"

The second lieutenant's shouts were impassioned. Passionate, but 99.99 percent of the Hungarian soldiers could not understand what he was saying. Just watched him perform alone with the eyes of an idiot.

The second lieutenant of the Soviet army soon realized that he was singing a one-man show, he was working very hard above, but the audience below was indifferent, and a sharp spirit was suddenly discharged.

Rudely spitting in the direction of the group of captives, the lieutenant turned to look north of the road behind him, where three trucks were heading towards them.

"The food truck is finally here, and I thought I was going to be hungry today." The second lieutenant said to the soldiers beside him.

The three Gas-AA trucks quickly stopped on the side of the road, and eight cooks jumped out of the car and removed stainless steel cylinders about half a meter in diameter from the rear compartment.

The lid was removed, and the cooks each stood by a cylinder, and the cylinder was struck with a large rice spoon.

"It's time to eat, pigs, remember to line up, no one is allowed to grab food, otherwise they will be treated with machine guns." The second lieutenant shouted to the captives.

Escorted by guards on both sides, more than 600 captives marched to the side of the road in groups of about 50 to receive food.

The style of food is simple, there is only one kind, porridge.

The amount of porridge is also very small, and it can only barely be spread on the plate.

The policy of the Soviet army in dealing with prisoners was very simple, as long as they did not starve to death, lest they be too energetic after eating their stomachs and pondering something that should not be pondered.

The first group of more than fifty captives had not yet finished receiving their food, and the young second lieutenant saw a commotion in the group of prisoners.

The agitation came from the southernmost part of the captive herd, and spread like a plague through the captive herd, spreading throughout the captives in less than two minutes.

What are they looking at? What's going on in the south?

With a question mark in his head, the second lieutenant raised the submachine gun in his hand and swept half a shuttle bullet at the sky above the captives, trying to suppress the prisoners' unreasonable behavior.

However, the captives were not frightened by the sound of gunfire this time, and still looked forward to the south.

When the second lieutenant saw that his authority was being challenged, his young face turned red with anger.

Armed with a submachine gun, he ran to a mound of dirt next to the road.

Before he could reach the mound, he heard the sound of fierce gunfire from the south, and the second lieutenant could tell that it was the sound of Deggalev's machine gun firing.

The group of captives was very cooperative with the gunfire, crackling and falling to the ground like dominoes, each looking for cover in a low-lying area.

There was no group of prisoners to obscure the view, and the second lieutenant could see the visitors from the south.

It was a convoy, the vehicle at the head was a tank, and a machine gun on the side of the road was firing at the convoy.

Seeing the square-shaped and powerful tank, the second lieutenant stood by the mound for a long time, unable to speak.

There was a loud bang, and the second lieutenant's body trembled like electricity, and he fell headlong to the edge of the mound.

Explosions. The machine gun that opened fire was surrounded by smoke along with the machine gunner.

The dinner of the captives was interrupted by the sound of gunfire, and the prisoners who had lined up to receive food turned around and scattered, each looking for a place to hide from the flying bullets.

Soviet cooks handing out food threw down large spoons that got in the way. Rushing into the truck bed, the truck drivers also realized that something was wrong, and had already started the truck and hurriedly accelerated to get out of danger.

The second lieutenant's mind went blank when he saw the three trucks flee in reverse and the enemy's armored forces approached rapidly.

He rushed out of the mound. Running to the nearest truck, he lunged into the partition of the rear compartment.

Unexpectedly, the moment his hands were on the partition, the gas truck suddenly accelerated. Before his hand could grasp the partition, his whole body was taken by the truck and he lost his balance, and then fell to the road, rolling five or six meters away before stopping.

After regaining consciousness in a daze. The second lieutenant felt a burning pain in his hands. Looking at the palms of both hands again, they are red and swollen.

The sound of the explosion caught the second lieutenant's eye, and he turned to see the truck that had thrown him off the road, dragging the flames, and plunging into the dirt ditch on the right side of the road.

In the firelight, the passengers in the carriage involuntarily flew out of the carriage and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he had time to mourn the cooks in the truck, the second lieutenant saw two pairs of big feet in black leather boots appear in front of him.

A big foot slammed into his chest. He was barely breathless from his chest.

The muzzle of a rifle pressed against the door of his head, and an exotic Russian phrase drifted into his ears.

"Shoot or kill."

The chill from the muzzle of the gun reached the second lieutenant's heart along his head. The second lieutenant raised his hands tremblingly, not even daring to touch the Bobosha submachine gun hanging from his chest.

When the second lieutenant stood up and looked at the group of captives again, he saw that the captives had been reborn.

They either gathered in front of the German convoy and shook hands with their savior in thanks, or rushed at the Soviet soldiers who had lost the courage to resist, snatched their weapons, and then pushed them to the ground, punched and kicked them.

The jubilant shouts of the Hungarian soldiers and the screams of the Soviet soldiers rushed into the ears of the second lieutenant.

Seeing seven or eight Hungarian soldiers approaching him with bad intentions, the second lieutenant sincerely repented of his previous bad attitude, and sincerely blamed himself, and involuntarily ducked behind the two German soldiers beside him.

Perhaps it was his status as an officer that saved him, and the two German soldiers shouted a few words to the Hungarian soldiers, waved their hands, and motioned for them not to come closer.

The second lieutenant was taken by two soldiers to a German colonel, and after being introduced by an interpreter, the second lieutenant learned that the colonel's surname was Schumacher.

The person who came was none other than Colonel Schumacher, commander of the armored regiment of the armored division of the Reichsmarshal.

The commander of the armored regiment, known as the "biker party", personally led the first battalion of the armored regiment and one armored infantry battalion to bypass the new city of Tiza and cut off the road connection between the new city of Tisza and the Soviet-controlled area in the north after the battle on the outskirts of the new city of Tiza.

Who knew that he happened to encounter the reconnaissance plane belonging to the "Air Artillery Regiment" of the Armored Division of the Reichsmarshal.

The FI-156 White Stork reconnaissance plane circled several times above the battle group led by Schumacher, and after recognizing the identity of the "bikers," it quickly radioed him to inform him of the discovery on the east bank of the Slana River ahead.

Colonel Schumacher quickly led his troops to the river, and this was the scene that the second lieutenant had seen before.

Colonel Schumacher pointed to the elated Hungarian prisoners and said with a smile: "Second Lieutenant Andreevich, they are now taken over by me." As for you, I'm sorry, but they're in charge of guarding it now. Remember to tell your men not to act against your captivity, or I will not be able to guarantee your safety. ”

Second Lieutenant Andreevich looked at the Hungarians who were committing violence against his men, and his heart not only let out a wail.

If they really guarded it, wouldn't it be dangerous for him now? You won't see the sun tomorrow.

Following Andreevich's gaze, Colonel Schumacher seemed to have only discovered the atrocities of the Hungarian army.

The atrocities were immediately stopped, and Colonel Schumacher said with a smile: "For your personal safety, so that those Hungarian soldiers will not commit atrocities that I did not expect again because of emotional outbursts, I suggest that you better tell me everything you know." Is your destination Keith Netten? How many garrisons are there now? ”

Colonel Schumacher hid something unsettling under his smiling face, and Andreevich, for the sake of his own safety, spoke without hesitation all he knew about the military.

After listening to Andreevich's report, Colonel Schumacher laughed and opened his arms to give him a hug.

"Second Lieutenant Andreevich, it's really the greatest happiness of my life to know you, at least today."

Knowing you is my greatest misfortune, the misfortune of my life! Andreevich cried and thought silently.

I don't know when, two military photographers stood beside the two and recorded a touching scene with the cameras in their hands.

Throwing down an armored infantry platoon to maintain order, Colonel Schumacher set out again with his troops.

An hour later, after a brief exchange of fire, Colonel Schumacher's troops managed to capture the empty city of Keithnieten.

On the western outskirts of the city, Colonel Schumacher's troops stormed the prisoner-of-war camp and managed to rescue as many as 1,500 Hungarian prisoners.

In the center of the city, a Soviet medical center was captured, including medical staff and wounded.

An hour and a half later, the Hungarian captives escorted Ensign Andrivich and his party to the city of Kesnietten with the German armored infantry platoon.

After strictly ordering the Hungarian army not to invade the Soviet army's medical center, Colonel Schumacher was very understanding and sent Andreevich and his party to the medical center, and then turned and left.

Colonel Schumacher's actions succeeded in cutting off the road link between the new city of Tisza and the Soviet army in the north, and the Soviet troops in the city could only rely on the field if they wanted to escape, but they could not take any heavy equipment with them.

On the morning of 16 June, two infantry divisions of the 67th Infantry Corps rushed to Tiza New Town on the right bank of the Tisza River and Bolgar on the left bank, and took over the positions of the Reich Marshal and the Großdeutsche Division besieging the two cities.

After a day of preparation, the siege began.

On 17 June, after a day's fighting, the two infantry divisions of the 67th Army conquered two cities on the Tisza River and joined forces victoriously through the bridge across the river.

That night, the headquarters of the 67th Infantry Corps arrived at the front with another infantry division, and then formed positions along the line of Tisza Nova and Bolgar, and joined the defensive line of the Italian Eighth Army fighting in the Debrecen area.

That night, in the town of Kaurchog.

Chen Dao silently watched as Major Lorenz and his men were packing up.

From weapons and equipment to the quality of personnel, to the seemingly powerful "theory of large-depth campaigns," my trip to Hungary and Romania was not in vain, and I finally had a fairly in-depth understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Soviet army.

I can finally return to China with peace of mind.

I haven't seen my two brothers-in-law for many days, and I miss them very much. (To be continued......)