"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people returned to fight in ancient times" - a song "Katyusha", accompanied by countless Russian hot-blooded young people to devote themselves to the vigorous Great Patriotic War: died on the battlefield, and the horse leather shrouded ......

"Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, and the river is floating with a soft veil, Katyusha stands on the steep bank, singing like a bright light...... "The times have made their names - they have written magnificent lives with their blood and lives......

War itself means the annihilation of humanity, a period of bloody slaughter! How many lives have been lost, how many innocent people have been slaughtered! But the Great Patriotic War in the USSR was great! Because countless young lives have forged her, and countless young lives have witnessed her!

For peace, for freedom, for the sake of my beloved Katyusha--- my beloved! I have no regrets.....

Kill or be killed, every adult man faces such a choice; Women are not immune to war, which is no longer about women walking away, taking over jobs that should be done by men, making tanks, planes, cannons and guns in factories, and sending killing tools down the assembly line with their slender fingers. Every straw www.biquge.info used to support the front, because defeat means the demise of the entire nation, and then all wealth and all feelings will be useless! They are at the age of the most vigorous vitality, love, career and a good life should be the topics they talk about every day, and everything they experience every day should be beautiful; And yet now they face death every day, and they make it!

If death does not come today, it will haunt your soul for every day to come, so that you will no longer think of anything beautiful except death!

The vast majority of the soldiers who were first sent to the battlefield did not return, and many rushed from home, school, or work to the meeting place, putting on their uniforms for the first time in their lives, and not even having time to write a farewell letter! Block the Germans with blood and life, and use the lives of the best and most energetic young people of this nation to create a wall in front of the Germans and stop the fascist tanks! Let their military boots sink into the mud!

"Katyusha", the soldiers remembered this simple and passionate but lingering tune, as well as the haunting Katyusha! - Every young person has her own Katyusha in her heart, and she is looking forward to the return of her lover in her hometown!

Life is lost in the fire, but "Katyusha" will live on forever! The Katyusha of Russia proved to be worth missing, worthy of the haunting dreams of the soldiers at the front; The young men who miss Katyusha have also proven to be worthy of the ultimate victory, worthy of eternal love with Katyusha!

In the face of Katyusha's tenacious and unyielding steely love, all the love that is weak and moaning without disease is so eclipsed!

The soldiers set out on their journey in the snowstorm, and the tune of "Katyusha" sounded among the soldiers - they were the 3rd Guards Infantry Division, about to go to the Ukrainian front: for the sake of the Soviet Motherland and the Katyusha in their hearts, their steps were more determined!

The moment he heard the girls' singing, Lin Jun's mind appeared with the face of his wife: Katyusha's power is infinite - life is precious, love is more valuable; If it's free, you can throw both!

Turning firmly in the snowstorm, he strode towards the heavily armored train "Marshal Plunyakov" shrouded in steam, and embarked on his new journey.

Major Bekryev stood in front of the armored official car and waited for the deputy commander to board the train, and saluted Lin Jun with his uninjured right hand: "Comrade Marshal, the armored train No. 72 is ready, please board the train." ”

Lin Jun returned the salute: "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

The major's left hand was hung from his neck with gauze, apparently wounded.

"Last month, the shrapnel scratched and flew two fingers, and it has healed, so it's not much of a problem." Bekryev didn't care at all, he said like it wasn't himself who was hurt.

In the early stage of the defense of Minsk, armored train No. 72 made a great achievement: at Minsk West Station alone, the armored train cooperated with the defenders to repel more than 15 German attacks! Its artillery and machine guns wiped out the Germans at least more than one regiment!

As an important mobile fortress of the Minsk Ring Line, armored train No. 72 appeared wherever it was needed, and it was precisely because of this that it withstood German artillery fire far more than the average Red Army position! More than half of the armored cars were destroyed, and more than half of the more than 200 commanders and fighters were killed or wounded, but it fulfilled the mission given to it by the city defense command, and it was worthy of the glorious title of "Marshal Plunyakov"!

Looking back and forth, the train seemed to be a section shorter, and it should have taken off a few cars that could not be repaired.

"Don't be careless." Lin Jun pointed to the major's hand and boarded the train.

This is an armored bulletproof carriage exclusively for the central chief, the outside of the compartment wall is thick armor plates, and the environment inside is the highest level of decoration. The walls of the carriages are clad in hardwood panels, there are small conference tables for meetings, and rows of high-backed soft seats that sit opposite each other, all wrapped in velvet jackets.

There was a compartment for the chief, with a thick wool carpet on the floor, a very comfortable bed, a separate toilet, and a double layer of thick bulletproof glass inlaid in the steel windows.

This carriage was only manufactured at the beginning of this year, and it was originally one of the special trains prepared for the deputy commander, because Lin Jun personally intervened to temporarily stop manufacturing the special train for his own use, so there was only this carriage. It had been stored in the parking garage of the main station of the Moscow Railways, and this time it was just in handy and was dragged out.

Lin Jun and the attachés settled down briefly, and Bekryev came over again to report: "Marshal, the train is about to start. ”

Lin Jun nodded. The Major's command car was in front, but instead of returning immediately, he took off a microphone on the wall of the car: "I'm the commander, drive." ”

The armored train whistled three times, and the train started slowly with the sound of the rails crushing.

"Marshal, we will go straight to Minsk via Smolensk, and if nothing else, we will arrive in forty hours."

With a distance of nearly 1,000 kilometers, plus heavy snow and the need to refill water along the way, 40 hours is already very fast, as long as there is no heavy snow blocking the tracks.

In order to ensure the smooth flow of the main railway artery between Moscow and Belarus, 100,000 people are now working along the railway line, constantly clearing the snow. And in order for Lin Jun to get to Minsk as soon as possible: all major airports along the way are equipped with planes for snow take-off and landing - if the train is stuck in traffic and the weather is clear, Lin Jun may change planes.

Lin Jun received a gift from the train - a group photo taken in Minsk. Because the fighting has not stopped, the fighters and the deputy commander last time in Minsk a few photos in Smolensk to find a way to wash out. It is impossible to send it to Minsk in the fierce battle, Bekryev will keep it for the time being, which will be handed over to Lin Jun.

Lin Jun looked at the photo carefully, many of the soldiers were no longer there, and they gave their lives to the beloved Soviet motherland.

"Find a way to send one back to all the comrades."

The martyrs have been sacrificed, and many young people have not even had the opportunity to send letters to their families after the outbreak of the war, although it is only a group photo, but their faces are priceless to their relatives at home!

"Yes, Marshal. In Smolensk I already thought about it, all comrades have it. The comrades who had already asked the station to send it out just now, and the comrades whose homes were in the occupied areas would find a way to send them after the war ended. ”

During the period of repair in Smolensk, Bekryev used a large number of cans and cigarettes to exchange more than 200 photographs -- the photo paper was very tight, and if it were not for the group photo of the deputy commander and the last photo of nearly 100 martyrs, no matter how much the back door was opened, it would not have been possible for the photo studio, which was already under military control, to produce so much photo paper at once.

Through the bulletproof windows, you can clearly see the situation outside the car, the heavy snow shows no sign of stopping, and the entire Russian land is shrouded in a white haze. Lin Jun didn't go to his box, just sat at the conference table.

The compartment was warm and the steam heating was very efficient. I stood up and put on my coat, opened the west door and walked to the protruding corridor, and the biting cold wind was blowing in my face!

The speed of the train is not fast, Lin Jun estimates that it is about 40 kilometers per hour, the snow on both sides of the railway looks like it has reached 30 centimeters, and the plain and the villages and woods in the distance are completely wrapped in a silvery white.

Although it was daytime, Lin Jun estimated that the temperature had dropped below minus 10 degrees, and the earth had frozen.

The harsh winter in Moscow came a little earlier than near Minsk, and the Belarusian land will also be completely frozen after this cooling - the remaining half a month will be the prime time for combat before the arrival of the severe cold below minus 20 degrees.

The Soviet Union wanted to grasp this half month, and the Germans also understood this truth: as soon as the heavy snow stopped, the war machine that had been temporarily delayed would run at full strength again, and Lin Jun would not give the Germans time to breathe.

The fascists estimated that they would be racking their brains on how to survive the harsh winter and overcome the snow, and by the time Lin Jun arrived in Minsk, the troops of the three fronts in Belarus would also be basically ready -- the encirclement was about to be launched, codenamed "Red Whirlwind"! (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.) )