It snowed heavily during the night, the morning sky was still gray, the fields were covered with a thick layer of snow, and a dry cold wind swept through the branches of the plantation, and the ice was as clear as broken glass, and then sprinkled on the still lush bushes. On the west side of the plantation is an old country road, which runs through the woods to the east, and half a kilometre away is the rushing Bug River.

The dirt road was relatively high, the road surface was not covered by snow, and on a T-junction near the woods, a lonely post made of wooden planks stood up. With only a small amount of snow on the linoleum roof, which was coated with black tarmac, and green smoke was constantly rising from the slender white tin chimney, the fire in the house should be burning brightly.

A barricade was set up on the dirt road on one side of the checkpoint, and a military three-wheeled motorcycle painted in blue and gray was quietly parked next to the sandbag fortification on the other side of the road.

SS Lieutenant Küller. Manzek tilted his head and looked at the barricade barricade that pointed straight into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun, and the red and white paint on the wooden pole stood out against the gray sky.

"Sir, those two bastards should have done it, and the corpse hasn't completely cooled yet." Corporal Gleason crouched next to the sentry's corpse, half of a soldier's badge in his hand.

"There's another one in the room with a shot in the back of the head and a broken radio." Manzek's subordinate, Second Lieutenant Haller, was still wiping his bloodstained black leather gloves with a mass of rags torn from nowhere.

"Search around, there should be three soldiers in this checkpoint, find the third person for me." Manzek looked down at the corpse lying at his feet: "Bring the corpses in the house outside, and inform the garrison to send someone to collect them immediately." ”。

"Yes sir. You two come with me. Signal Soldiers! Ludy... Can I contact the headquarters? Haller began assigning tasks to his men.

"Carl, are these the footprints of the prisoner?" Manzel asked the SS sergeant standing under the roadbed in a deep voice.

The sergeant was stooping over to check the tracks in the field, and beside him stood an SS soldier, dragging a German black back that was whining with excitement.

"There weren't many people passing by here, the footprints were very distinct, and the dogs could smell it, and the two bastards killed the sentry and went straight across the road to the east. I suspect they also took one of our men, mixed with the footprints of a third man, wearing German military boots on his feet. The sergeant nodded affirmatively as he pointed to the woods to the east.

"Understood." Manzel turned his head.

"Halle, you take the fourth squad to stay here, and the others follow me to continue the pursuit to the east." The captain commanded loudly.

Second Lieutenant Haller waved and said yes, "Okay, but I only need three people here." ”

"They didn't take the sentry's weapons and ammunition." Following the captain, Sergeant Karl continued to report.

"Not taking away weapons and ammunition is for fear of burden, these people are professional." The captain strode forward as he unfastened the holster of his waist at his waist.

"I see, so they didn't take the sentry's coat either."

"It shows that they have enough clothes to keep them warm, and they are well prepared." Manzel raised his hand and waved to the right, signaling the formation to spread out to the south.

"They're only ten minutes ahead of us at most, and now there's one more person with them, so it's going to slow down." The sergeant said.

"Maybe you're right, but what if the third person is also the other person? It's entirely possible for this to happen. ”

"Is that really the case, sir?"

"No, I'm kidding, what happened at the outpost should have been just an accident." Manzel began to run in small steps.

"They had no way to cross the river, so they had to walk south along the riverbank. It wasn't good to be in the wild last night, and the other party's physical strength should have reached its limit. ”

"We've been chasing these two bastards all night, sir."

"At least we have chocolate and hot soup."

"That's right! Long live the hot soup! Long live chocolate! ”

The SS commandos strode forward in the snow one foot at a time, their morale as high as they had set out.

In the woods, not far from the SS, two men in thick winter coats were punching and kicking their captives.

"Damn Nazi pigs, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, get up and keep walking." A man with a mustache kicked the senior soldier in the abdomen with his leather shoes, causing the other to curl up in pain.

"I told not to take this pig with me, Petrovich. Ravlenkin, this guy is simply a burden, just kill him here. Another man in a cap kicked the German soldier in the crotch and cursed.

"You know what, Sergeyevich . Pavowski. This is a communications soldier who should know a lot of secrets. Lavrenkin retorted.

"I think you may have forgotten that we are on the run, Petrovich . Ravlenkin. Pavowski scoffed.

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich . Pavovsky, the Germans will not track at night, besides, it has snowed so much that all traces have long been covered. After kicking the captive again, Lavrenkin pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Take a few more cigarettes and rest, I guess it's not far from the river."

"What are you going to do when you get to the river, do you have a way to get a ferry?"

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich . Pavowski. Everything has been arranged, today we just need to rush to the predetermined place during the day, and the family will send a boat to pick us up and cross the river in the evening. Ravlenkin handed the cigarette case to his companion.

"By the time this mission is completed, you should be able to move up the next level." Pavowski pulled out a match and lit a cigarette.

"That's not a question you should ask, Sergeyevich. Comrade Pavovsky. ”

"Sorry, it's my fault, Petrovich. Comrade Lavlenkin. Pavowski quickly admitted his mistake.

The Red Army is undergoing a great purge, and the slightest mistake can kill people, and Red Army intelligence officers like them who sneak into the country to work are like the ones who walk on the edge of a knife. But these people have no choice at all, and if they refuse to carry out the mission, they believe that they will die faster, why are you unwilling to serve the motherland, have you been bought by enemies abroad.

"Shhh Ravlenkin took a cigarette in his mouth and made a quiet gesture to his companion.

"What?" Pawovsky's face was full of confusion.

Ravlenkin didn't answer, he cocked a finger to his lips and tilted his head to listen.

"Hell! It's Germans! I heard the dog barking. In the next second, the face of the Red Army intelligence officer changed greatly.

"Run over there, Sergeyevich, Pavovsky." Ravlengin shouted pointing to the other end of the woods.

"What about this pig." Pavowski asked.

"I had to dispose of it." Lavrenkin pulled out a silencer-mounted pistol from his bosom and squeezed the trigger on the back of the captive's head with a sharp wrench.

Then something happened that the two spies couldn't believe, and the weapon specially issued by the Red Army Intelligence Bureau did not fire at this juncture.

"Hell!" Lavrenkin tugged the sleeve and withdrew the blind shot.

Ravlenkin fired again, but the gun still didn't go off, so he returned another bullet and continued to pull the trigger, but it was still a dud.

"Unbelievable!" Ravlenkin stared at his pistol dumbfounded, completely puzzled as to why this was happening.

"It's too late, let's go!" By this time, Pavowski had clearly heard the fierce barking of the dog, and what frightened the intelligence officer even more was that the barking of the dog was rapidly approaching.

"The Germans let the dogs go! Run!" Pawowski exclaimed, he didn't want to fight a forty-kilogram, professionally trained German military dog, let alone a group of Germans armed to the teeth.

"How the hell did these bastards catch up with us?" Ravlenkin decisively threw away the scrap metal in his hand, and then spread his legs and ran wildly with his companion in the woods.

"You can't stay together, run separately, and meet at the predetermined place at night!" Pavowski loudly suggested to his companions.

"Okay, good luck." Lavrenkin felt that the other party's suggestion was very reasonable this time, and hurriedly turned a corner and rushed down to the northeast of the woods.

"Wait a minute, does this guy know where the scheduled location is?" After running more than ten meters, Lavlenkin suddenly reacted, but when he turned his head to look, Pavovsky had already run away without a trace.