The offensive on the frontal battlefield is intensifying, and the blockade on the periphery is also intensifying!

A large number of soldiers and agents watched everything around them vigilantly, especially the Russian civilians who were struggling to escape the fighting.

God knows if there is a guerrilla presence among these people

Those partisans were somehow more annoying and a headache than the regular Russian army

They were constantly providing the Red Army in the encirclement with intelligence, food, and everything they needed.

What is even more annoying is that these guerrillas are constantly attacking the supply lines of the Chinese army. Or it is not appropriate to call them guerrillas, who are often numerous, and some guerrilla brigades even reach the size of a brigade or even a division.

And after Meretskov gave the order to divide the troops into parts, the partisans, like the regular army, were also divided into pieces and operated in small units.

This made it even more difficult for the Chinese army to exterminate these guerrillas.

The military police, dressed in steel helmets, constantly checked every Russian who passed by, asking them about their destination in a skillful and simple Russian language.

The situation is the same for most people, the situation in Kedunsnoyarsk is too chaotic, there are wars everywhere, the statements of civilians are threatened at any time, there is no hope to stay there, and it is the wisest choice to leave as soon as possible

A mustachioed agent would constantly appear, and he would always stop a suspicious-looking person, and then call in an interpreter to carefully examine it, and carefully inspect the package to make sure it was not a guerrilla before letting him go.

"Yesterday I heard that the defense area next door was attacked by guerrillas, and several brothers died" The gendarmerie sergeant who got off duty came to the mustache, took a pack of cigarettes, and lit it himself: "Fuck, these Russians are too rampant, and now sometimes they attack during the day, and yesterday they really set fire to the area next door and chased them out regardless of the darkness, and really caught a few guerrillas, guess what they should do?" ”

"Killed?" The mustache asked in a low voice.

The sergeant nodded: "I heard that it was a platoon commander who personally ordered a beggar to kill him."

"It's a pity." The mustache shook his head: "How good is it to leave a few alive?" Maybe we can find clues to a few guerrilla detachments from them......".

"Brothers' eyes are red, where can you think of this?" The sergeant pouted: "If I had been there, maybe I would have done it too, hey, have you heard of it?"

He looked to the side, and lowered his voice: "The Führer Division of the Great Presidential Guard, secretly executed a group of prisoners of war in Gamorov......".

"Won't it?" The mustache was a little surprised when he heard this: "If this is true, it will be terrible if it spreads." I heard that a group of journalists from some European countries have recently come and are looking for news everywhere, so if this news really spreads, you can't make trouble for yourself? ”

The sergeant was very disdainful: "The Führer Division is the treasure of the president, who dares to touch them?" ”

"Stop!" At that moment, the mustache suddenly cried out loudly, threw the cigarette on the ground, and walked up quickly, stopping a Russian woman and a child who had just been cross-examined.

"Where did it come from?" The mustache called the interpreter and asked.

"Yanminchak in Kedunsnoyarsk." The Russian woman replied.

"Where?"

"Trochap." The Russian woman appeared very calm.

But the more calm she was, the more suspicious the mustache became.

The luggage she was carrying had already been checked, and there was nothing suspicious, and the eleven or twelve-year-old child next to her was hiding in fear from her mother's side

"Brother reporter," said the gendarmerie sergeant in a hurry

A large group of foreign journalists, led by a Chinese colonel, appeared here, and the reporters grabbed their cameras and took pictures of the mustache and the mother and child!

The mustache was a little anxious and hurriedly blocked his face.

"Mr. Colonel, may I ask why your country's army stopped this mother and son?"

"Mr. Colonel, do you think this innocent mother and son pose a threat to you?"

One question after another, the colonel was a little overwhelmed, and called the sergeant and mustache: "What's the matter?" ”

"This ......", the sergeant didn't know how to reply.

"Sir, there must be something wrong with them." The mustache quickly helped his brother out of the siege. …,

The colonel glared: "One minute, give you one minute to find out, otherwise it will be difficult for reporters to ...... here."

The mustache's gaze returned to the mother and son, staring at the mother for a moment, and then on the child......

He suddenly noticed that there was a bulge on the waist of this velvet country child, which could not be found at all without careful observation

"You, come here." The mustache said with a cold face.

The Russian child came over in fear, and the mustache sneered: "Untie your clothes!" “

The faces of the Russian mother and son changed suddenly......

"Untie it!" The mustache's tone suddenly became stern

The Russian child reluctantly began to unbutton one by one, and the eyes of all the reporters were attracted.

In an instant, the Russian child pulled out a grenade with a "whoosh", and then the well-trained one sounded the fuse

Stunned, everybody, all stunned at this time......

The fuse was "fluttering", and at this moment, the gendarmerie sergeant swooped down and threw the Russian boy under him

"Boom" is a huge sound.

Everything fell silent, save for two bloody corpses lying there...... A few reporters who were a little closer were swept to the ground, but quickly got up and did not suffer any damage......

These very professional reporters, after getting through the initial shock, quickly "clicked" the two corpses on the ground.

"Stop!" The Colonel cried out in rage.

The reporters were stunned by this roar and unconsciously stopped what they were doing......

The gendarmes subdued the Russian woman who tried to escape, while the mustache stared silently at the corpse of his brother on the ground, and just a few minutes before they had been smoking a cigarette and chatting about the world, but in the blink of an eye, his brother was gone.

If I could have been more vigilant, if I had been able to order this damn Russian child to be restrained in advance, my brother would not have to die. It was he who killed the sergeant

"My people are dead, dead." The Colonel's voice was mournful and low: "Why did you ask us why we did this? Now I can give you the answer. In Russia, in Kedunsnoyarsk, there is no distinction between a soldier and a civilian, every Russian can be an enemy, just like this child, who is also full of mortal danger! We protect the lives and property of civilians, but that doesn't mean we can joke with the lives of our soldiers......"

The reporters were quick to record. The colonel glanced sadly at the corpse on the ground:

"I know him, he is a veteran, a father of two children, and now, the children have no father, this would not have happened, if you didn't show up, we would have used tougher means against these people0 But you questioned us, well, we have no choice but to confirm in front of you that our people did nothing wrong without lifting the threat, and now it has been confirmed, right? But my people died...... The lives of Russian civilians should be guaranteed? And what about the lives of our soldiers? Doesn't it need to be guaranteed? Could his children be able to lose their fathers? ”

The reporters fell silent, and for a long, long time, one reporter whispered: "C0 port RU ......"

"Don't say I'm sorry, tell him." The colonel pointed to the corpse of the gendarmerie sergeant on the ground: "But no matter how much you say I'm sorry, he won't hear it." He didn't die on the battlefield, but at the hands of a Russian child......"

As he spoke, he perked up:

"Now you have seen the horror of the Russians. Those who have been completely brainwashed by the Bolshevik mentality, they have no regard for life, other people's and their own, they are constantly destroying the country, destroying human civilization. The only option we have is to wipe them out once and for all!

In Russia, we must maintain this high degree of vigilance and must not let up in any way. We have to look at every Russian as an enemy for the time being, whether he is a real civilian or not. We don't joke with our own lives. This is a crime, a crime against the soldiers. Journalists, you can tell everyone in the world what you see! ”

"We'll be faithful to it." A French journalist made a cross on his chest: "Terrible reds, Mr. Colonel, may your soldiers rest in peace in heaven"

"We don't believe in God." After listening to the translator's words, the mustache said sadly, he squatted down and carefully reasoned with his brother, and tears couldn't help but fall.

He lit a cigarette with a trembling hand and placed it beside his brother. Take another puff, you won't be able to smoke here below.

Mustache is determined never to make such a mistake again, and no matter who is standing next to him, he will deal with them as soon as there is any threat to them.

It's a responsibility to yourself and to everyone.

Dying on the battlefield, there is nothing to say, but dying like this is not worth it, it is not worth it at all, and it should not be such a dead mouth

Kill these damned Russians and never spare a single suspicious element! ）