On the afternoon of May 31, 1943, near 1:30 a.m., Lenin district in the southeastern corner of the Sevastopol fortress.

Eight Gaz trucks pulled out of the middle of the fort and drove all the way to the outskirts with smoke and dust, stopping at an abandoned three-story building.

Captain Chernenko of the NKVD, wearing a blue brimmed hat and a Bobosha Type 41 submachine gun in his hand, jumped out of the truck and walked to the front line on foot with a cadre of NKVD fighters.

The garrisons stationed here had received orders in advance and immediately received them and showed them the way to the front.

Arriving at the forefront of the line, Captain Chernenko's men jumped into the trenches on the side of the road, while the young captain went into a house converted into a machine-gun bunker on the side of the road, and observed the enemy line in the distance through the windows of the house with binoculars.

It was quiet, the Germans were still very trustworthy, and from the morning to now, the previous shells of various calibers, which fell elusively, did not fall again.

According to the order he received, starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, the Germans were to hand over the prisoners from here.

The task of himself and his subordinates was to receive the prisoners and check whether there were any German spies among the prisoners, so as to prevent the Germans from engaging in any conspiracy.

In the anxious waiting, the time passed minute by minute, and as it approached 1:50, there was some movement in the position of the Germans in the distance.

In the window of a two-story building with almost half of the roof removed, a slender branch sticks out, and a white cloth is tied to the top of the branch, and the branch keeps shaking from side to side in the air, driving the white flag to wave in the wind.

The Germans were still very punctual, and they even started to act so early, and Captain Chernenko cheered up and kept an eye on the movements of the German positions opposite.

After the white flag swayed from side to side outside the window, two figures walked out of the door of the second-story building, with the man holding the white flag in front and the other behind, walking straight along the road towards Captain Chernenko's position.

When the two men were about to reach the Soviet position, the German officer, who was walking behind, raised his hands and signaled that he had no weapons in his hands.

Captain Chernenko walked to the side of the road and greeted the two Germans with four of his men.

When the two Germans came to him, the captain's head tilted, and two of his subordinates stepped forward, and they felt from the two Germans' creaky sockets to their waists and then their legs, and then to make sure that they had no weapons on them before retreating.

The German, who walked behind, was dressed in a yellow, green and brown camouflage uniform and an M35 steel helmet, and he looked at Captain Chernenko and knew that he had found the right person.

After saluting each other, the German officer said in Russian: "I am Major Lorenz of the German Navy, and I have come to hand over the prisoners to you on the orders of General Ohm. The captives have been delivered, can we begin? ”

"The captives are divided into several batches, and the number of each batch should not be too many." Captain Chernenko said.

"Okay, I'll have someone go back and inform them right away." Major Lorenz said.

Major Lorenz told the private with the white flag to hurry back to his position to report the news, and soon a crowd of figures poured out of the German-occupied complex.

The first batch of freed captives numbered more than a hundred, and Captain Chernenko and Major Lorenz stood side by side on the side of the road, watching the captives walk towards their positions.

As the captives approached, Captain Chernenko's vigilant gaze swept over the captives.

Most of these captives were ragged, dusty, and tired, with a hint of excitement.

Sailors in black uniforms, army men in yellow-green uniforms, who were the most numerous, and two NKVD fighters in blue uniforms.

Captain Chernenko's gaze fell on two NKVD fighters, one on the right of the two had white gauze wrapped diagonally around his right eye, and his left arm supported a soldier whose right leg was curled up and jumping forward with only his left leg.

Seeing these two people, Captain Chernenko couldn't help but have sour eyes.

With tears in his eyes, the captain walked quickly into the crowd and stopped the two men.

"Philip, Vladimir, it's great that you're still alive, everyone thought you had died."

The two NKVD fighters also recognized their old comrade-in-arms, Captain Chernenko, and the three of them sighed that they could be reunited after the catastrophe.

The three of them exchanged a few words of greeting, known as Philip, and the face of the warrior with white gauze covering his right eye suddenly changed, and his facial features were distorted and said, "Do you have a tissue?" ”

"What?" Captain Chernenko was stunned.

"I'm going to the toilet, give me paper." Philip said.

The captain hurriedly took out an empty cigarette case from his coat pocket and handed it to Philip, who looked at the cigarette case helplessly, raised his hand and handed the lame Vladimir to Captain Chernenko to find a secluded place to go to the toilet.

"Philip has had diarrhea since this morning, and the Germans don't even give him a piece of paper, it's really embarrassing for him." Vladimir said.

This is not the place to talk, let his men search all the released prisoners, and the two old comrades-in-arms are no exception, after the search, all the prisoners are led to the depths of the fortress for identification.

The figure of the first batch of prisoners has not disappeared, and the second group of prisoners walked out of the German positions and walked step by step towards the Soviet positions.

Captain Chernenko's gaze swept over the group of prisoners, and he roughly judged that this group of prisoners was also more than a hundred people, and at least half of them were wounded.

One of the most miserable wounded was lying on a stretcher, carried by four soldiers, followed by a soldier with a plaster cast on his left arm and hanging from his chest with white gauze, who held a drip bottle high in his right hand, from which the infusion tube was attached.

Seeing this scene, Captain Chernenko began to believe in his heart that the Germans had really sent these prisoners back to the fortress for humanitarian purposes.

For the second batch of released prisoners, Captain Chernenko and his subordinates were still able to conduct routine body searches and then take them to the depths of the fortress for identification.

A third group of captives followed, still numbering more than a hundred, followed by a fourth and fifth······

When the tenth group of captives appeared in sight, Captain Chernenko finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked Major Lorenz: "Mr. Major, how many prisoners are still unreleased?" ”

"I don't know, I'll know when my subordinate returns, he'll return here with the last captives." Major Lorenz said.

In the end, Captain Chernenko and his subordinates received a full twenty batches of prisoners.

As Major Lorenz left, he threw down a sentence that left Captain Chernenko dumbfounded.

"Mr. Captain, please tell General Petrov that tomorrow at 8:30 a.m., we will continue."

Twenty minutes later, there was an exclamation from the command of Major General Petrov.

"Again, how many are there?"

Captain Chernenko stood tall in front of Major General Petrov, receiving the gaze of the Major General.

"There are twenty batches of 3,014 people released, of whom about two-thirds are wounded. The Germans also said that tomorrow morning at 8:30 they would continue to release the prisoners and ask us to receive them on time. ”

"Tomorrow? What is the quantity? Major General Petrov asked.

"I don't know, and neither does the German who came to hand it over."

"Okay, I see, you go out first, remember to keep a close eye on the actions of those who have been released."

After Captain Chernenko left, Major General Petrov stroked his smooth forehead and pondered.

The actions of the Germans seem to reveal a strange atmosphere, what conspiracy must be hidden in it, what exactly do they want to do?

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The village of Salabas, the headquarters of the German XII Army.

Major Lorenz returned safely and reported to Admiral Heinrich and Major General Ohm, who looked at each other and laughed.

Admiral Heinrich said: "The Russians have taken so many wounded who have only consumed but have not produced, and those who do not appear to be injured, but are suffering from colds, diarrhea and pneumonia, and their already small amount of medicine should be consumed faster." Wait until their medicines are exhausted, and see how many days they can last? ”

Major General Ohm followed: "In the days to come, new prisoners will be stuffed into the fortress every day. The fortress was completely surrounded, and the food and medicine inside were only consumed and not replenished. More and more people will come in, and soon they will eat up their food, run out of their medicines, and spread some infectious diseases such as influenza and acute gastroenteritis to them, and when the time comes, their soldiers will be so hungry that they can't even hold their guns, and in fifteen days at most, they themselves will come out and surrender. ”

"General Rosen said that this is called Yangmou. I learned again that he could still fight like this, and he was a genius. Admiral Heinrich exclaimed.