Captain Chernenko was woken up in pain.

A tingling pain came from his legs and waist, and the captain's young, strong body couldn't stop spasming.

Opened his eyes in a daze, and in the dimness, the captain felt as if he was lying on a hospital bed, with a man in a white lab coat standing on either side of the bed.

The white coat standing on the left hand side looked to be in his thirties, a doctor, and his right hand was holding a stethoscope on the captain's chest to listen to his internal voice.

"The man appeared to have no serious injuries, but he fell into a coma and had weakened internal organs······ Hey, he's awake. ”

Hearing the doctor's voice, Captain Chernenko's heart tightened.

Germans, he speaks German, they are Germans.

Subconsciously straining his waist, Captain Chernenko wanted to sit up, but a violent stabbing pain came from his lumbar spine and reached his heart, even his heart twitched, and instantly drained his whole body.

As soon as it was dark, the captain lowered his slightly raised body back onto the bed, opened his mouth, and breathed in a big breath of air.

The doctor waved his hand to an interpreter and said to the captain: "Captain, this is the hospital, and the battle is over for you early." Now, tell me where you're uncomfortable. ”

The weak body discouraged Captain Chernenko from wanting to make a big move, and said honestly: "My left foot and knee hurt, and my lower back hurts even more. ”

"How did you get hurt?" The doctor asked.

Captain Chernenko recalls how he was wounded.

The doctor listened as he gently pinched the captain's left foot and knee.

After some examination, the doctor said: "The fracture of the sole of the left foot, the dislocation of the left knee joint, the slight fracture of the lumbar vertebrae, and the internal organs should also be injured by the blast wave. I will report the diagnosis to you, and when you go back, report the diagnosis to your own doctor so that he can continue to treat you. ”

Hearing the doctor's words, Captain Chernenko thought he was having auditory hallucinations.

Send yourself back? Let your own doctors treat you, when did these Germans become so kind?

Soon, the needle of the painkiller pierced Captain Chernenko's buttocks.

After one injection, the medicine gradually took effect, and the pain was reduced a lot.

At this time, two soldiers in black uniforms walked into the ward, and after a brief exchange with the doctor, the doctor's right index finger circled the six beds in the ward.

"The injuries of these six Russians are not fatal and can be taken away."

The doctor then kindly asked the nurse to find a cane for Captain Chernenko, and at the urging of the two SS soldiers, the captain could only limp out of the ward with two SS soldiers in black uniforms.

Four Mercedes trucks were parked at the entrance of the hospital, and a small number of Russian wounded in the hospital were lifted into the cars, most of whom climbed into the back compartment on their own under the instructions of the German soldiers, and Captain Chernenko was also given a seat in the back compartment of the second truck.

"We will send you back to the fortress of Sevastopol and hand it over to your own people, and you must not play any tricks on the way, otherwise you will bear the consequences." An SS captain, also in a black uniform, shouted into the carriage.

Four Mercedes-Benz "Lightning" trucks started in turn and roared on the journey.

In the midst of the bumps, a slight tingling, and in a drowsiness, Captain Chernenko did not know how long it had been, and the truck suddenly stopped.

The captain shook his body and looked out of the compartment to make sure the truck had stopped.

"Get off, get off ······" Shouts came from outside the carriage.

Captain Chernenko jumped out of the truck like the other wounded, but the moment he landed, a sharp pain came from his lower back and left foot, and the captain fell to the ground in a dark light.

An army private beside him stretched out his hand and helped the captain to stand up, but this simple action made the captain break out in a cold sweat.

The SS captain looked Captain Chernenko up and down, and then shouted: "Follow us, don't be left behind." ”

The wounded supported each other and walked northwest along the road under SS guard.

Captain Chernenko endured the growing pain and turned his gaze to look around.

The young private supporting him had a white bandage wrapped around the palm of his left hand, and only three fingers were the thumb, index finger, and middle finger under the bandage.

This private should have been the least wounded in the crowd.

After seeing the scene of the war on both sides of the road, the captain recognized that this road was really a road to the fortress, which he had walked more than once before.

Soon, the wounded passed through a residential area, where Captain Chernenko saw a large number of German troops moving in the residential area, and it was clear that it had been occupied by the Germans as a starting point for attacking the fortress.

Accompanied by the indifferent gaze of the surrounding German troops, Captain Chernenko and the wounded around him walked through the residential area and saw a familiar scene in the distance.

Passing through a small open field, in the distance was the position of the defenders.

At the intersection in the distance, a group of people in blue shirts who looked very familiar were searching the released captives one by one.

Under a two-story building on the side of the road, the captain saw the German officer he had befriended yesterday, who seemed to be Major Lorenz.

Only one day has passed, similar scenes, familiar characters, but Captain Chernenko's state of mind is like falling from heaven to hell.

Passing through the middle of the battlefield, enduring the pain in his waist and legs, and meeting the stunned gazes of his former subordinates, Captain Chernenko put his left hand on crutches, raised his right arm, and gritted his teeth to squeeze a few words out of his teeth.

"I'm back, let's do a search."

After a routine body search, Captain Chernenko was treated with special treatment by his subordinates, and several of the more seriously wounded were taken to the fortress hospital by gas truck.

Within a day, lying in a hospital bed for the second time, Captain Chernenko found that his military uniform was already soaked with sweat.

After showing the medical card issued by the German military doctor to "his own military doctor", the captain repeated the experience of his injuries again, and then said: "Comrade, can you give me a painkiller first, and morphine can also do." ”

The medic stared at Captain Chernenko with pained eyes and slowly shook his head.

"The painkillers are gone, and there is still a little morphine, but it can only be used for the seriously injured. Your injuries are not serious, bear with them first, and I will treat your fractures first. ”

Captain Chernenko: "······"

While the young captain was being treated, Major General Petrov was hunched on his desk in the underground headquarters of the fortress, writing telegrams to his superiors.

The message was simple: the fortress of Sevastopol had reached the point of running out of ammunition and food, and for the safety of the civilians inside the fortress, and for the sake of the wounded who were about to die en masse due to the lack of medical treatment, Major General Petrov saw no need for any more pointless resistance.

Alas······ Vicious, the Germans are really vicious.

Last night, the logistics department and the medical department made a routine report once a day on time.

After hearing the news that the large number of wounded released by the Germans had led to the depletion of the medicine in stock, and at most it would run out the day after tomorrow, Major General Petrov suddenly woke up.

Bullshit humanitarianism, the Germans are sure that we are under siege, and there is not much medicine and food left in stock, so they will send back a large number of prisoners so generously to speed up the consumption of food and medicine.

The fact that there were so many wounded among the prisoners was evidence of the Germans' intentions.

Today is the 1st of June, the thirteenth day of the enemy's general assault on the fortress, which can definitely be called the "black thirteenth".

Beginning at 8:30 this morning, the Germans began on time to release the prisoners, which lasted a whole day.

This morning, the outer defensive line in the north and northeast of the fortress was broken through by the Germans one after another, and the outer defensive line was lost in its entirety.

And in the afternoon, Major General Petrov followed closely and received a report that among the released prisoners they had found captured personnel of the 2nd Cavalry Division and other units.

That is, in the morning, the Germans killed, maimed or captured the soldiers of these units in the north and northeast of the fortress, and in the afternoon returned the wounded and captured from the armistice zone in the south-east of the battlefield.

Vicious, so vicious.

The most vicious part of this trick is that you know that the enemy is using a vicious trick against you, but you can't refuse.

If these released prisoners and wounded were denied entry into the fortress, what would the soldiers inside the fortress think? There is no way, I can only accept it.

The German Supreme Commander named Gedehardt Heinrich, yes, and the accomplice, Major General Ohm, both of whom were black-hearted guys, were able to come up with such a vicious trick against themselves, and still under the banner of humanitarianism, it was too much.

If this continues, at most tomorrow, the medicine in the fortress will be the first to run out, and we must surrender before the seriously wounded die in large numbers due to lack of medicine, and try to save the precious lives of those wounded.

After writing the telegram, Major General Petrov lit a cigarette and, after two puffs, dusted the ash into the ashtray.

Seeing the ashtray, the Major General suddenly remembered the letter that he had seen yesterday morning forwarded by Major General Ohm, and which was signed by Infantry General Gedehardt Heinrich.

This guy surnamed Heinrich was not only vicious, but also very meticulous, and he was able to come up with such an unbelievable trick, and it was not a grievance to be his prisoner.

Thinking of this, Major General Petrov took up the pen and added the last line at the end of the telegram.

After surrendering to the Germans, I will soon go to see Comrade Marx and Lenin, and I will be the last defender of the fortress of Sevastopol.

Long live the Soviets! Long live Stalin!