After too many tribulations, Balzen finally led hundreds of men to the banks of the Dnieper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of you is a wetland along the river, and to the east is the sparkling wide river. When the sun is setting, the whole land is dim yellow, and the river reflects the sunset, which is so beautiful, but also a little desolate.

At this point, Natasha was relieved.

"Today's march is finally above the paragraph! We are running fast, and the enemy will not be able to catch up with us. And, perhaps, they did not take the pursuit" the girl stretched her arms and muttered to herself.

Igor was not so optimistic, maybe the enemy was not pursuing, maybe they had a huge number of pursuers. Things are still going to be on the bad side, so that the troops can calmly deal with them at a critical juncture.

He patted the girl on the back: "Child, stop enjoying the sunset. Hurry up and do as everyone else does, and build your own shack for tonight. ”

The girl's sweet little face turned back and asked, "What about you?" ”

"Of course I'm fishing in the mud!" As he spoke, Balzen had already taken off his shoes and rolled up his trouser legs again. What he was going to do Natasha knew at a glance, and then looked at these mud ponds by the river, there must be catfish gathering here!

There are a lot of bonfires, the night is cold, everyone sleeps around the bonfire, and there is no need to worry about anything.

Perhaps it was human instinct that the Stone Age people learned to light fires, and the beating flames gave everyone safety. Don't worry about the beast anymore, and the flame is the key to the barbecue.

Balzen's subordinates all had experience in fishing, and with the fighters of the reconnaissance company taking the lead, the guerrillas launched an emergency fishing operation. When I saw many soldiers happily holding the catfish they touched from the mud, the whole team's temperament was mobilized!

For this reason, Balzen and Lyudbalev and others are no longer idle. He even pouted: "In our 284th Division, the key to maintaining extremely high combat effectiveness for more than half a year lies in having enough food and clothing to do it ourselves. We went to catch fish and fill our own stomachs, which was a must in guerrilla warfare. ”

Grain and grass have always been the key to determining the long-term combat effectiveness of an army, and after eating the grain, you can really only eat minced meat, but the Dnieper River is about to spring, and after the large-scale melting of ice and snow, the fish in the river are becoming more and more crazy. It is not surprising that the dormant catfish are in a commotion, they are concentrated in the muddy ground, and they are swept away by the guerrilla fighters.

Almost every warrior caught their own fish, even if their legs were on the mud and the wood was almost frozen.

Igor had a good harvest, he was lucky enough to catch five fish, three for women and children, and he took only two.

When he returned to Natasha, he was already holding two washed and peeled clean.

The temptation of fish irritates her little stomach, and Natasha and the soldiers of the reconnaissance company get together, and since Igor's return, everyone begins to grill fish around the campfire.

There were also warriors who threw potatoes into the scorching ashes, as was the case with the most primitive baked potatoes.

It had been many days since the Blacksmith Village had set out on the march, and these days had been either fierce battles or tedious marches. Grilled by the warm flames, Natasha even moaned a few times in comfort.

She took her shoes off, untied her gaiters, and exposed her entire calf to the fire.

"It's so comfortable, and when I get roasted by the fire, my leg pain disappears."

Her behavior is not surprising, as is the vast number of warriors. After all, this group of people got down to catch fish, and when they came ashore, they washed off the silt with the cold river water.

Everyone knows that the river water at this time is deadly, it is too cold. Unless you're a winter swimmer who can endure the cold, everyone talks around the campfire, and a group of young soldiers brag about their prowess in front of Natasha, the only girl. How can the so-called ice water freeze a polar bear to death?

Natasha was amused by the jokes, and she was in a good mood. At this time, a warrior simply pouted: "Just, let our heroine sing a song!" ”

Bonfire singing, this is a tradition. Natasha knew this, and besides, her comrades applauded!

"Alright! Then I'll sing a song! The girl raised her chest shyly, seeing this, everyone should stop arguing about Igor's affairs.

Natasha stood up and took a deep breath, the beautiful singing voice coming from her little mouth.

"A path is winding and long~ all the way to the misty distance~ I want to follow this slender path~ follow my lover to the battlefield~ ......"

This is the famous Soviet song "The Path", composed by Vladimir Glegolevich Zakharov in 1934. It is a song commemorating the Civil War in Soviet Russia, because of its poignant charm and the same style of lyrics as this great patriotic war, it immediately resonates with the soldiers who listen to the ballad.

Yes, countless young girls bid farewell to their lovers, these young warriors, leaving their hometowns along the paths of their hometowns and heading to their respective units to report. Eventually, the girl also went to war, became a military doctor, and finally saved her lover.

One has to look at Natasha again, and the lyrics seem to be talking about a girl like her, and before you know it, there are many warriors watching this campfire. They were guerrilla fighters, attracted by the girl's ethereal singing.

Natasha was interested, and since the warriors were willing to listen, she sang it herself.

Balzen didn't rush to help, he had more important things to do.

Lyudbalev teased: "I really don't know if our heroine is still a singer." Maybe when the war is over, she can go to the conservatory to study. ”

"Then it's up to her will. This kid graduated from the ninth grade, and the war broke out, and I think she will eventually make up for her schoolwork, get her diploma, and go to college. Thinking about it, Balzen shook his head. Because for her contribution during the war years, she was enough to become a Hero of the Soviet Union, a Hero of Belarus, and even a household name!

Of course, she had to survive the hail of bullets.

It would be too bad to think about it any further, Balzen hurriedly changed the topic and asked the radio officer: "Now that the wires have been drawn, we have to send a report to the division headquarters to report our situation!" ”

"It'll be fine soon, but I'm worried about whether I can get a response to send a report to your division headquarters at this time." The radio man said something extra.

Balzen was very confident and said to the Gomel city party committee personnel around him: "Comrades, the radio station of our 284th Division is on 24 hours a day. Although we hardly use maximum power to send out signals, we have no problem receiving external signals. As long as we can send the right message, we can get a quick response even if it's 1 a.m. ”

This really broke Lyudbalev's suspicions. "It would be nice if that was the case. I also really want to know that we can connect with your deputy division commander, I heard that he personally led the team to meet us this time! ”

"He'll be back soon, and he must be on his way!" Balzen ordered the radio crew to continue the intense debugging until the debugging of the military band of the Soviet army was reached. (To be continued.) )