The air formation that bombed the molybdenum mine in Knaben did not encounter a single Swedish fighter interception in the process of returning through the skies over Sweden, which made Glinka and other pilots feel a little pity while breathing a sigh of relief: There seems to be a hint of meaning on the top, give Sweden some color to see. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After getting the exact news from the Air Force, Lin Jun breathed a sigh of relief and ordered that the experts who stayed in the hotel should do what they should do, and there was no need to block the news again.

"Vostov, get me some wine."

Lin Jun wanted to drink some wine to celebrate the victory of the Air Force, and this raid was enough for the German steel department to worry about for a while.

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Glinka and other pilots flew back smoothly in the sky, while thousands of kilometers away, three people who had plunged into the swamp in northwestern Ukraine more than 10 days ago were struggling in the mud.

Georgi Mikhainovich Parshin and his crew have reached the limit of their physical strength, and it is not known whether it is bad luck or the partisans have "moved", and the three combat heroes have not met anyone until now.

Three days after the forced landing, the three of Parshen used up the supplies they had brought with them after the forced landing, and survived for another three days by relying on a small amount of edible wild vegetables in the swamp just after the beginning of spring. If it weren't for the three of them who played their skills of stealing chickens and dogs, catching fish and digging mice, they would have starved to death in the swamp in the past ten days.

At noon, the sun shone through the woods, dappled on a dry plateau, and three comrades in ragged clothes were preparing a feast that had been rare in several days.

"I said Corporal Kharchenko, can you hurry up, I'm dying of hunger."

It was Shavelin who spoke, staring at the stainless steel lunch boxes piled up with stones, and Corporal Kharchenko was smoky and burning.

"What can I do, this is the driest firewood."

Kharchenko's eyes were red with smoke, and he replied angrily, "Keep your feet away, I'm not interested in roasting pig's trotters!" ”

This will be the captain Parshen resting against a tree, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the two subordinates arguing, anyway, this is not the first time in a few days.

In the morning, the three men were so hungry that they simply did not continue to look for the guerrillas, but did a big job in a small ditch -- intercepting and diverting water to catch fish. After several hours of exhausting labor, God finally opened his eyes and caught almost two dozen large and small ones, adding up to three or four kilograms.

There will be a few large ones with branches on the side, and after a while, they will be grilled and eaten, and the small fish will be washed and cleaned and ready to cook fish soup.

The firewood was finally dried and the fire was lit, and the three of them hurriedly burned the fire and began to roast the fish.

Watching the skin of the fish gradually turn yellow, Parshin picked up the branch on which the fish was skewered and was about to comfort himself from the taste of torture, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Leaned down and whispered to the other two, "We seem to be surrounded!" ”

Ignoring nothing else, Shavirin and Kharchenko immediately lay down, searched around, and pulled their pistols from their holsters.

At this time, a Russian shout came from the grove ahead: "We are the Voroshinov fighters partisans, who are you?" ”

"My own people, we are pilots of the bomber unit directly under the 1st Belorussian Front, and we have been shooting down and forced to land in the swamp for almost twenty days, and we have been looking for you."

After a while, more than twenty people appeared one after another around the area, and the other party had obviously observed them for a while, otherwise they would not have appeared so quickly.

As soon as he saw what these people were wearing, Parshin shoved the robbery back into the holster: "It's my own people." ”

The partisans were dressed in a variety of ways, from apparently repaired Red Army uniforms to German coats, and more often than not, civilian clothes mixed with military uniforms. The weapons are also varied, the Soviet Union's Mosin-Nagant, Germany's 98K, assault rifle mixing, and even a man was seen carrying an MP38.

Apparently this is a partisan army, it cannot be some kind of German army.

The leading partisan stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am the guerrilla captain, Captain Yefimore. ”

"Captain Parshin, this is my navigator, Warrant Officer Shavelin, and machine gunner, Corporal Kharchenko, and I am very happy to see you."

It's not just a joy that I feel like I've finally found an organization!

Just now, Ye Feimore and the others had been observing Parshin in the forest for a few moments, and before they appeared, they were basically sure that it was the wrecked pilot, except for sending sentries, so there was no need to be too vigilant.

The pilot shook hands with the partisans and embraced it, and Kharchenko nagged several times: "I finally met you, and I thought I was going to die in this damn swamp!" ”

"Is there any salt?" They were all out of salt for ten days. Sitting on the ground, Parshen was a little overwhelmed after being happy, and he was really physically exhausted these days.

One of the partisans opened the pocket he was carrying and took out a loaf of black bread and a few strips of jerky.

"Marinated horse meat, cooked."

The soup was already boiling, and the three hungry pilots were half-full with the fish soup. Don't dare to eat more, that will hurt the stomach.

As soon as the food is eaten, this strength will come back.

"Comrade Captain, how did you fall?"

The interrogator was a guerrilla in his 30s.

"This is our mine blasting expert Konstantin Sergeyevich Zaslonov, but we prefer to call him Kostya. Originally the head of the Brest Railway, Kostya was a pseudonym when he led underground sabotage with the Germans last year. ”

Yeffermore introduced.

"Georgi Mihainovich Parshin, a few days ago we carried out a night bombing of the Radom Arsenal in Poland, and when we returned, we were unlucky and ran into a night fighter of the Germans.

Parshin introduced himself again, and took out a folded aerial chart from his satchel, "Two, we've been heading east these days, but we haven't figured out the exact location yet. ”

It is no wonder that the navigator had problems navigating, and the two melee battles before being shot down caused a yaw of almost 100 kilometers, and in addition to trying to bypass the continuous water that trapped the dead and did not pay for their lives, the three of them actually only walked 80 or 90 kilometers in the direction of due east in the past ten days.

Now it was only then that Parshin knew the exact location of their present position under Yefimore's instructions: they had all reached the border of Belarus, and they were only forty kilometers in a straight line from Pinsk.

"Yesterday we blew up a section of the Brest-Pinsk railway, and it was a stroke of heaven that we bumped into you on the way back to camp. This area of almost 2,000 square kilometers is no man's land, and unless the Germans come to encircle or we attack, there will be no one. ”

The pilots needed to know what was going on in the Swamp, and the partisans, eager to hear what was going on outside, decided to continue their departure and return to the camp after half an hour.

At noon the next day, a group of people went through an unknown shortcut in the swamp and finally arrived at the camp of the partisans "Voroshinov fighters".

"This is a guerrilla camp?" Looking at the sparse but widespread wooden houses in the woods, the men, women and children who came out to welcome the guerrillas, and the pigsty and vegetable fields in the woods, Parshin felt like returning to the farm of his childhood.

(It's been a long time since I've updated, but it's back.) Gather ideas, and the next chapter begins to gradually write back the wonderful plot of the Great Battlefield, and this small chapter of Guerrillas is a buffer for ideas that have not yet returned to the book. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )