While Vilko's main force was anxiously waiting, Joseph rode his horse downstream, swam across the river, and finally delivered Coval's letter to General Vilko. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

General Vilko picked up the letter, tore open the envelope, and looked at it carefully. After reading it, he thought for a long time and said: "Let the sentry posts on the two roads relax at night, don't block the enemy's messengers, pay attention to be a little bit, don't show the flaws on the other side." ”

"Yes, General, I'll arrange it myself." An officer turned to leave.

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In the quiet of the night, Koval, Vilko, and the Soviet brigade commander were all looking at the map with concern, thinking about the next direction of the war, and the thoughts and plans of the commander on the other side.

"Battalion commander, the enemy has learned the lesson of the day, and at night they all hide tightly, and all the lights in the room within four hundred meters of the river have been extinguished, and it is difficult to see the enemy inside. Four firing squads managed to achieve a total of five targets, and the enemy also organized snipers to return fire, wounding one of our fighters. The officer came to report.

"You can let the shooter squad withdraw to rest, and just leave a squad to watch." "They use cannons, and we salute them with cannons," Koval said. ”

Led by the officer, Koval went to the prisoner camp north of the northern city of Beicheng, which was in a factory dormitory. The prisoners were kept in these workers' quarters, the doors of each dormitory were locked from the outside, and the non-commissioned officers were separated from the ordinary soldiers to prevent the prisoners from rioting.

Of course, the two artillery non-commissioned officers, who were the focus of Koval's advice, lived alone in a dormitory. Although Zivak had already surrendered, his skill level was too inferior, and Koval valued his friends more, so he didn't give orders, and the other officers naturally locked them up.

"Open the door!" Koval said as he walked to the door of his dorm.

"Yes, Battalion Commander!" The soldier on duty immediately opened the door.

Koval walked in alone with an oil lamp, and saw a row of bunks on each side of the dormitory, covered with wheat straw and some shabby blackened bedding, with Zivak and his comrades lying on one side.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, they immediately sat up alertly, and when Zivak saw Koval enter, he immediately got up from the top of the Chase bunk and stood aside.

"Sit casually!" Koval hung up the oil lamp and sat down on the Chase bunk.

"Zivak."

"Sir." Zivak replied immediately.

"What's your name!" Koval asked another non-commissioned officer.

"Ivanovsky!" The officer on the other side said a little arrogantly.

Koval thought for a moment and asked, "Are you Belarusian?" ”

"Yes. So your Polish-Lithuanian national theory doesn't work for me! Ivanovsky mockingly said: "Are you going to create a Polish-Lithuanian-Belarusian nation?" ”

"If you join us, why not?" Koval spread his hands and said, "Belarus has also been ruled by the Grand Duchy of Lithuania in history, and we used to be in the same country. Why do you refuse the goodwill of our Poles, since you don't mind uniting with the Russians as a state? ”

"Are you crazy? I never knew that Belarus and Poland could also be together as a people! Ivanovsky was surprised and said: "I fought with the Russians only to unite to overthrow the tsar and the bourgeoisie and build the world of our proletariat!" We are not trying to merge with Russia as a state, Belarus will become an independent state. ”

"Oh!" Koval pretended to be surprised and said: "There are a large number of Russian officers in your army, your party obeys the orders and appointments of Moscow, and all your money and food are in the hands of Moscow, I have never seen such an independent state." ”

"When the war is over, they will withdraw our troops." Ivanovsky said with some uncertainty, because he understood that it was like pulling a piece of meat out of the innermost part of a polar bear. It's just that he didn't dare to imagine that situation, and he couldn't give up this only hope.

"Well, as you know, this Russian polar bear has never had a tradition of eating it and never kindly spitting out the meat in its mouth." Koval said lightly: "You say bourgeoisie, isn't your family bourgeois?" Ordinary people rarely have the opportunity to become an artillery officer. If you look at how they treat the abdicated tsar, you will know how they will treat you in the future. ”

"No, the Tsar, he deserves it, I'm just a small officer, what am I guilty of?" Ivanovsky asked rhetorically.

"Nicholas II signed the Declaration on the Rectification of State Order, declaring the Russian Empire a constitutional monarchy and reusing Stolypin for reform, but just because Tsarist Russia was defeated, you have to blame him for all these sins, and you can't even let him live, and you can't wait to execute your old 'little father' (the Russian people have always regarded the Tsar as a 'little father' in the minds of the Russian people for hundreds of years), just because he is too old to raise you." Koval said mercilessly.

Ivanovsky was speechless for a moment, and lowered his arrogant head to look at the ground.

Koval said softly: "Moreover, you have committed a great crime, can you still be forgiven by the Soviets?" ”

"I didn't shoot the cannon, it was all done by Zivak, but those prisoners can testify!" Ivanovsky said.

"Oh! It was a brilliant shot that killed a Soviet battalion commander and wounded several officers. They're still lying in our camp, but it's okay, they can't die. I'm going to exchange them for prisoners at the end of this war, do you think they'll let you go back? Koval said unhurriedly.

"They don't have evidence, they'll think Ziwak did it." Ivanovsky said intermittently, suddenly clenched his hands into fists and hammered the bed board hard, shouting: "! Exercise! Exercise! Unlucky! Stupidity! Exercise! ・・・・・・”

Ivanovsky knew in his heart that one of their battalions knew that Zike was just a novice and had no experience in firing artillery, and with such an accurate one-shot hit, he must have helped Zike. With so many Polish soldiers, Soviet prisoners today, watching him and Zivak standing next to artillery, it will definitely get out. Others may not care, but the officers who were wounded by the explosion will surely guess that it is him.

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