The airfield was crowded with people in the firelight, the Germans were well-trained, and the anti-aircraft machine gun posts around the airfield began to fire, but they still seemed to be a beat slower, and the black shadows in the air were no longer visible - the machine gunners were still angry, and continued to sweep at the damn Russian night sky!

It's easy to make mistakes in anger, otherwise the machine gunners wouldn't have fired into the night sky, which is normal in war, or the Pearl Harbor gunners wouldn't have fired hard at their own planes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Just as the first round of bombs exploded, Gurov, who was about to retreat, went into action! He couldn't do anything about the German convoy 800 meters away, but the Germans in those posts that had been identified a long time ago were a bit chaotic, and this was his chance!

In the quadruple scope of the German sniper rifle, the crosshair was firmly fixed to a German post 150 meters away, and when a German soldier leaned out, he pulled the trigger steadily!

A crisp shot rang out, and almost at the same time, the machine gunners beside Gurov began to shoot fiercely at a watchtower 300 meters away!

The sound of the partisans was muffled by the firing of the German air guard posts, and when the Germans in the distance noticed something strange on the south side and began to react, Gurov and Zaslonov and others had already begun to retreat.

With a quick retreat into the wooded area, the snow on their backs and knee-deep snow on their backs, the guerrillas had to think of a trick up their sleeve if they wanted to retreat under such conditions -- the last time a comrade died because the retreat was not fast enough.

A few pairs of skis were neatly stacked in the woods, and Gurov quickly put on himself and pushed his snow poles: "Comrades, keep up, don't fall behind!" ”

The people who came to the airport this time are all good at skiing, and they can't catch up with the Germans on their two legs! And this was one of the reasons why he didn't have a mortar with him - the trot was more difficult to carry on his back than the MG34 machine gun, and he knew that Zaslonov should have asked the women comrades in the camp of the corps to sew a set of mortars that could be used while skiing.

The gunfire behind them was getting farther and farther away, and it seemed that the Germans were not pursuing, and the fire on the airfield was enough for them to keep busy for a while.

There was no straight return to the camp, and in the dark of night the seven guerrillas circled in the snowy woods and fields, and returned to the camp just before midnight, the small village that had been largely burned down.

None of the comrades who remained in the camp had yet to sleep, except for the sentries, who were just cooking in a simple farmhouse barely able to keep out the wind and snow. Gurov was sweating profusely, which was a side effect of strenuous exercise, and his hat was covered with a layer of ice and snow, and his face was a little numb from the cold.

This camp was chosen because it was not far from the enemy-occupied area, and second, there was a rare farmhouse that was not completely burned down - most of the destroyed villages could not see a single house, only the isolated chimneys in the wind and snow silently recounted the atrocities of the fascists.

The comrades who remained in the camp were preparing to contact the headquarters, and the telecommunication signal at midnight was clearer than during the day, which would be one of the scheduled contact times for the radio station.

Sergeant Smilovich, a telecommunications officer, turned on the transmitter while a partisan shook a hand-cranked generator to provide electricity.

"15 minutes to go." Sergeant report.

Zaslonov, who was cooking the fire, said: "Listen to our radio first. ”

It was less than 100 kilometers from the line of fire, and the Red Army's front could be heard very clearly (many military radios also had radio functions. As long as the situation allows, the comrades will find a way to listen to the voices of their own people every day.

Everyone in the house was silent at the moment, but the fatigue was evident on their faces, as if they had been driven away by the decision of the guerrilla leader—as a guerrilla, it was a very happy thing to be able to listen to the radio of their own people.

The room was filled with only the shaking of generators and the clutter of electronic signals, and soon Sergeant Smirovich found the front-line radio signal of the Belorussian Front, and happened to hear the front-line announcer talking.

"Comrades, the following will be the song "Russian Boy", written and recorded by our beloved Deputy Commander-in-Chief, Marshal Prenyakov, which has been played on the radio for the first time, and the record has just been flown in from Moscow today. The deputy commander-in-chief told us that the Soviet fighters are invincible, that any difficulties and dangers will be overcome by us, and that any ferocious enemy will be ruthlessly destroyed by us! ”

"Marshal!" Hearing the news of the deputy commander-in-chief, Gurov's heart throbbed! And many people around him even stood up: hearing the news of the deputy commander was one reason, and one reason was shock, because what they were about to hear was the voice of the deputy commander!

When the light music sounded, the light of the fire reflected on the faces of the partisans; "Hello, my dear sun! I write to you from the battlefield.

Here the crows hover over my head, it's just that I'm not going to die so soon. I'll also walk with you and dance under the night sky together.

After the elimination of the fascists, I will return home, and you will tell your female companions: the Russian boys are in a rain of bullets and will not retreat! The Russian guy will not groan when he suffers from the wound! The Russian guy will triumph after the war! The Russian guy is able to overcome the turbulent current! ……

It won't happen anytime soon, but our family will be reunited at the table, singing an ode to love on guitar, hugging each other and crying without any need to hide it.

Rockets are rushing into the sky again, and now I'm far from home, I just hope that you are waiting for me, and I will definitely return to you, just believe: the Russian guy is in the rain of bullets and does not retreat! The Russian guy will not groan when he suffers from the wound! ……“

At the end of the song, Gurov's ears did not listen to the words of the announcer behind him at all, but said to himself: "It's the voice of the marshal, it's really the voice of the marshal!" ”

Gurov has been by the side of the deputy commander for many days, and of course he can hear that the singer is the marshal himself!

The record recorded by the deputy commander himself was played to the front line, which will probably be the first in the world! This is obviously a love song, but it is a Russian love song that is very suitable for the war, but the rhythm is a little different from the "traditional" soundtrack, but it sounds so reasonable to the partisans, and it can even make people's blood boil and fighting spirit!

It was not only in the guerrilla camp, although it was midnight, just now both the Soviet Union and Germany were "taken aback" by Lin Jun's voice! At the listening post of the headquarters of Army Group Center of the German Army, the Germans were really taken aback, but the major on duty had to admit that the Marshal of the Soviet Union had a good voice.

Unlike some countries, singers did not have a pejorative connotation, their status was very high. Some of the "People's Artists of the Soviet Union" were even awarded the title of "Heroes of Socialist Labor" and were highly respected and admired by the people.

But how could Lin Jun sing such a play? It's a bit of a shocking taste!

(In the past few days, I have been busy preparing for several activities of the Dragon Boat Festival in the unit, and I am busy dizzy.) Not to mention code words, even sleep is a little insufficient. (To be continued.) )