The Germans stood on the side of the small town of Ratno, next to the station of the security police, and at the moment of the outbreak of the battle, several mortar shells fired by the mortar platoon accurately hit these two important targets, and suddenly the Germans lost the opportunity to calmly resist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike the troops in the front-line trenches, the garrison is not on high alert at all times, except for a small number of sentries. In the past few days, convoys have been passing through Ratno to Belarus almost every day, and in the morning a small group of partisans blew up a bridge 20 kilometers away on the north side, and the military station sent an engineering team there to repair it, but it is estimated that it will not be completed until tomorrow.

A convoy of 30 trucks arrived at Ratno at noon and had to spend the night at the station, which was busy lighting fires, cooking, and arranging accommodation, which left Melnik's troops in a blockade!

A few trucks increased their horsepower to break through the blockade of the guerrillas to the south, and the fighters ignored them, and quickly entered the small town in several ways to clear out the remnants of the fascists - 5 kilometers away, Captain Yeffimore was guarding there with 50 soldiers! As soon as the action was made here, the blocking detachment that got the signal blew down the big trees on the side of the road, and those trucks couldn't run!

Only 5 minutes later, except for the Germans who ran west into the dense forest, the recalcitrant Germans were either killed or surrendered, and Melnik also entered the station.

It was originally a grain warehouse in the town, and the office building next to it became a dormitory for the German army. The guerrillas are cleaning up the battlefield quickly and efficiently. The armed convoy was inspecting the German trucks in the parking lot for supplies, which were mostly German overcoats and military food - fast unloading and shipment.

All the rooms of the German garrison were completely cleared, and everything that could be used was taken away, including corn and oats from the warehouses - the horses and the mules had not eaten concentrate for some time.

Katya of the convoy was a young soldier who was a former Pinsk tractor driver, who was busy loading the German canned boxes unloaded from the truck into sacks. Together with Ivan, who was beside him, he put the sack on the pack on the mule's body, and tied it with a rope.

"Uncle Ivan, it's here again." Katya stuffed cans into the sack as he watched several Cossack officers interrogating the captives a few dozen meters away.

"Quick, work, don't worry so much!"

"Uncle Ivan, why don't you keep a few prisoners?"

"Don't ask, don't ask, those comrades have sworn that we don't need prisoners!" Ivan seriously warned Katya: If anyone shows any dissatisfaction with the behavior of the Cossacks, the usually talkative and kind Cossacks will not hesitate to beat you up, and even the commanders will not care.

The next scene is bloody, and if a timid lesbian sees it, it is estimated that she will not be able to eat for a few days! The captured Germans were interrogated one by one, and it was completely brutal corporal punishment - no confession? Cut off your fingers one by one and see if you say it!

Miserable cries drifted through the snowy night sky of Ratno, and finally, it was all over. A young Cossack cut off the heads of the German soldiers kneeling in the snow one by one with a knife - Katya felt a little creepy, because he knew the Cossack senior named Djakov, who was usually a very enthusiastic young man.

"Uncle killed 5 more fascists today, did you hear that?"

The young Cossack took a small rag doll from his bosom, kissed it affectionately, and stuffed it back into his arms.

Melnik came out of the headquarters of the German station, and the staff officer who followed him stuffed his briefcase with some German documents and maps. The Major General happened to see Dyakov's movements, and glanced at the corpse that was still bleeding on the ground and the fascist head that looked pale in the firelight, "What's the news?" ”

"Report Comrade General, yesterday we launched a major counteroffensive in the Minsk direction, and the Germans are moving supplies to Belarus with all their might. Nothing else is important and of no value. "One of the captains who worked as translators reported loudly.

Melnik stepped forward and kicked the head that was in the way: "Find out all the Soviet citizens in the city and tell them that they don't want to suffer from the fascists and follow us." Also, let everyone speed up. ”

He looked down at his luminous watch: "Let's go in half an hour." ”

"Yes, Comrade General."

The 53rd Cavalry Division once swore to the dead compatriots that they would no longer accept the surrender of the fascists, and the 53rd Division did not need to be taken prisoners! All this time they did this, although some comrades did not agree with such a style of the Cossacks, including Kozlov from the beginning, but in the end they compromised.

"You go and ask the more than 1,000 compatriots who were massacred in Tomashovka and do they agree to let these fascists go?! I'll take all the responsibility! This is how Melnik replied to the military councillor who blew his beard and glared! Kozlov had no choice - all the Cossacks had the same style, and the two titles of the 53rd Guards Separate Cavalry Division, which was awarded the Order of the Red Banner, were cut off by cutting the heads of the fascists, for which the division commander was awarded an Order of Lenin!

"I'll take all the responsibility!" Having said that, what else can a civilian acting military councilor say? In some units, the military councillors had enormous powers, and if they objected, the military commanders had to weigh them, but in the 53rd division it was different - to kill the prisoners, and the Cossacks were behind the deputy commander-in-chief, Marshal Plunyakov!

Every time a prisoner was killed, the 53rd Cavalry Division would leave its signature on the scene, so that the Germans would know who was fighting them to the death! The Germans hated these "barbarians" and carried out crazy retaliation, followed by the brutal revenge of the 53rd Division - endless repeated slaughter, endless death.

The men of the 53rd Division did not fear at all that they might be brutally retaliated against by the fascists if they were captured, because they had no intention of being captured at all, and were ready to die for their country at any time: such a force had already been called "the devil's army" by the Germans near the Swamp - hated to the core, but there was nothing they could do.

Dozens of minutes earlier, on the road five kilometers south of Ratno, Captain Yeffimore's troops had intercepted the German trucks that had rushed out of the encirclement, and all but a few German troops who had lost their lives had run into the woods to the west.

The trucks were loaded with food, and the guerrillas carried them out into the woods with their lives, each of whom placed a large wooden box on the edge of his hiding position, and carried it with him when he retreated.

More than an hour after the cannon fire of the attack on Ratno rang out, the sound of horses galloping at high speed was heard from the north.

Seeing that the truck had been stopped, the rider reined in his horse and shouted loudly into the woods on the west side: "Retreat, retreat!" ”

"Got it! Sasha, burned the German's truck, withdraw! Ye Feimo came out of the woods and greeted the cavalry comrades who carried the news at the same time. The heralds did not return to Ratno, where the large forces were already retreating.

Dismounted, with the help of the others, stuffed four wooden boxes into the two sacks on the horse, and led the horse to retreat with the blocking force.

These trucks could not be left to the fascists, smashed the fuel tanks and set them on fire!

Although it was snowing, the comrades could still see a faint light in the distance to the north - the last comrades to retreat there were also setting fires, burning all the German supplies and equipment that could not be taken away!

Rapid attack, quick sweep of the battlefield, quick retreat, less than an hour and a half before and after, the nearest German troops in Lutsk did not know that Ratno had been attacked: the wired telephone did not work, the partisans had already cut the wires; Before the radio station was turned on, the German signal corps had already been killed! Now the Germans are carrying that radio station into the forest on a mule.

"Comrade cavalry, do we have big losses?" Yefimore tied a wooden box weighing more than 30 kilograms with a strap on his back, and asked the Cossacks beside him as he walked.

"More than a dozen were sacrificed, and it went well." The Cossacks also carried a box on their backs, and the logo should be filled with German butter.

"I don't think you have anything to lose?"

"The Germans didn't come for reinforcements, just a few trucks, a machine gun strafing battle ended, a few ran into the forest to the west, we didn't chase. In addition to these boxes, two German submachine guns were captured. ”

"By the way, Captain, the Germans confessed that we have launched a large-scale counteroffensive in the Minsk direction!"

"Good! That's great! Although excited, Yeffimore still lowered his voice to speak. Other comrades also heard the words of the Cossacks and secretly cheered: finally a counterattack!

"By the way, cut off your head again, right?"

"It's just five, and I don't have a share."

Yefimore knew the habits of the Cossacks, and he had nothing to dislike them, because he had seen his compatriots massacred by the fascists, and if he had done the same, and the fascists treated the partisans by hanging them if they caught them - mercy to the enemy was cruelty to himself!

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and more than 50 men and a few groups of horses were slowly moving east in the woods in the dark, and several troops would meet at the camp last night before moving forward or making further operational deployments. The snow gradually obscured their footprints in the woods, and it would not be long before the place would return to its original state without a trace: the snow had come at the right time. (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.) )