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The soldiers who lived together all left and were driven away. Daninov was waiting for him, and, apparently, had been waiting for a while: the few cigarettes scattered on the floor at least half were proof of this, and at the same time indicated the captain's mood, very bad, mixed with anger, frustration, and anxiety.

There is bad news. Zaitsev immediately thought that the Japanese had sent more than one sniper, and that one or several of his colleagues had unfortunately become the trophies of the enemy's elite hunters.

Maybe.

He put the rifle on his blanket, then walked up to Daninov and stood and saluted him. "Captain."

"Vasily." Daninov did not return the salute. His first action was to reach into his pocket, reach for the cigarette case, open it, take out the last cigarette and put it in his mouth. But then he smoked the cigarette again because it prevented him from speaking: "Thank God you are still alive......"

He stopped abruptly. Perhaps feeling that the words were not suitable for coming out of the mouth of an officer, and the subject was an ordinary soldier, after thinking for a few seconds, Daninov replaced the already prepared exclamation with a serious question: "Did you kill the Japanese snipers you encountered, or did you not run into them?" ”

"I ran into one, but I couldn't kill him." Zaitsev replied.

"You didn't get rid of him?"

"The Japanese man was well hidden, and I knew he was on the battlefield, searching for my location, but I couldn't find him. I wanted him to show his flaws, but he didn't. ”

That's the way it is. He was there, and so were the Japanese; He knows that the Japanese are hiding somewhere, and the Japanese know that he is hiding somewhere; He remained patient, and so did the Japanese. In the end, as the sun faded from the horizon little by little, they had no choice but to end today's standoff, withdraw from the battlefield, and save the duel for the next one.

It's simple, though Zaitsev would rather it be a little simpler.

He took off his military hat and scratched his hair vigorously, showing Daninov a disappointed face.

The captain's eyebrows jumped. "You can't find the Japanese sniper, and he can't find you." He put the cigarette back in his mouth and pulled it out again, "That is, all day today, you were facing each other, right?" ”

"Yes, Captain." Zaitsev tried to keep his voice quiet, so that Daninov could not perceive his frustration and disgust - ten hours in a dead man's heap, unable to move, unable to speak, and so concentrated, straining his nerves to the point of rupture, and finally getting nothing to gain, was the worst that had ever befallen him—and yet worse than that, a similar situation would repeat itself over and over again in the not so short period that followed.

The only consolation for him is that his opponent is not in a much better situation and feels much better than him.

"You're a lucky guy, Vasily, very lucky." Daninov whispered. He put the cigarette in his mouth for the third time. This time, instead of taking it out immediately, he struck a match, lit it, and then took a big puff before taking the cigarette and telling Zaitsev: "Today we lost seven snipers, all of them shot in the head. I think you understand what I mean, it was done by Japanese snipers. ”

"How is that possible!"

Daninov ignored Zaitsev's exclamations. "The thing is clear, the Japanese threw more than one sniper. These people are experts, very good at camouflage, and they are very well armed, and they shoot at a distance of five or six hundred meters, and none of you can hit them. ”

Except Simon. Zaitsev thought.

Daninov also thought of it. "Simon is the only one who can overwhelm the Japanese snipers in firing distance." He sighed with regret, "Unfortunately, he will not be able to participate in the battle for the time being. ”

Zaitsev sighed as follows: Simon was the first sniper to withdraw from the battle. A shell exploded in front of him, seriously injuring him - his face was destroyed. As a combat hero, he can get better treatment than a normal soldier, but in a blockaded fortress, even the best treatment conditions will not allow him to recover quickly - in fact, the military doctor can only guarantee that his condition will not continue to deteriorate.

He could not take part in the battle, and by no means "temporarily".

Frustrated, more frustrated, Zaitsev had to struggle to control his emotions.

He changed the subject: "What are your new plans, Captain?" ”

"New plans? Of course, we need to make new plans. Taking a final puff, Daninov handed Zaitsev half of the remaining cigarette and said to him: "I already have an idea, a new marshalling mode, a two-man sniper team, one shooter, one sub-shooter, always acting together and fighting together, one is responsible for shooting the target, the other is responsible for searching and alerting, as well as re-shooting when the shooter misses the target." ”

"Captain, will this new marshalling pattern work?" Zaitsev asked.

"Of course it will work! Vasily, if you think you are more clever than the people from the UMBRELLA company, you can doubt its effect, but you are obviously that smart, so I advise you to keep quiet. Daninov was a little annoyed: no matter how reasonable Zaitsev's doubts were, he did not want to be questioned by a single soldier.

"But none of us understand this tactic."

"Tomorrow, I'll make a request to Command for permission to temporarily withdraw from the fight, for a week, during which time you will become familiar with this tactic, as well as your respective partners." After a pause, Daninov asked: "Who are you going to partner with?" ”

Zaitsev shook his head. "I don't know yet, Captain."

"Think about it and get a good night's sleep." The captain stood up and slapped his right hand twice on the sniper's shoulder. "Good dreams, Vasily. Tomorrow is going to be another difficult day. ”

With that, he left.

Zaitsev stared at his back for a moment, and then remembered that he had forgotten to salute the captain. But Daninov had already left, and he had to forget about it, lay down on the bed, and began to think about what Daninov asked him to think about - it didn't take long, less than a minute, and then he threw it aside.

Daninov could arrange for anyone to be his partner - Zaitsev decided to return power to his captain, dedicating time to rest.

He was tired, the confrontation with the Japanese snipers drained his energy, and he needed to rest, both physically and mentally. Moreover, "tomorrow will be another difficult day", this is the most correct phrase that Daninov has ever said. In times like these, it is superfluous to think about anything.

Zaynov soon fell asleep. All night he had the same dream, a dream without his grandfather, just him and the wolf, over and over again, but each time to no avail.

Then he was awakened by the explosion: with the sun that had just risen, the Japanese launched a new offensive.

Zaitsev had become accustomed to this kind of fighting, which was more routine - every morning, the Japanese would attack, first pouring thousands of shells of various calibers, then the infantry would charge and then retreat. None of the officers and enlisted men feared that they would break through their positions, and the Japanese probably thought the same - but on this morning things were a little different.

The shelling of the Japanese was not as fierce as it used to be, a little lazy, or their artillerymen did not eat breakfast. They used to be able to make hundreds of explosions a minute, but now they only have about sixty. Zaitsev thought of two possibilities, either the Japanese were tired of early morning performances, or ......

"It looks like the Japanese are running out of shells." Someone shouted.

This was the second answer he came up with, but not everyone thought so.

There are other speculations.

"Maybe something went wrong with the Japanese artillery." One is this, and then another, "it must have been a full-scale offensive by our army, and the Japanese monkeys had to transfer artillery and ammunition to the Northern Front!" ”

"Ulla! Ulla! There was a cheer outside. Zaitsev didn't know what the soldiers were cheering for, but they were.

Moreover, infected by these voices, several soldiers who lived with him also began to cheer.

Not knowing whether to join them in the festivities, or to persuade them not to harbor too many illusions, Zaitsev could only watch from the sidelines, and then he heard a new voice - the officer's rebuke.

"Shut up, you idiots! Everyone stays in their place and does not run around without an order! ”

and calling.

"The soldiers of the seventh company, immediately reinforce the third trench, the Japanese have attacked!"

Something seems wrong. Zaitsev thought. He got up and rushed out of the bomb shelter. An officer saw it and immediately showed him an angry face, as if he wanted to reprimand him for violating the order, but after only a second, the officer's expression relaxed and he made a "come here" gesture to him.

"Private Vasily. Zaitsev, the combat hero of the Russian Army, follow me, your emperor and empire need you! ”

Zaitsev could only run over - although Daninov had said that he would submit an application to the command to allow the snipers to temporarily withdraw from the fight, he certainly hadn't done so yet, and even if he did, the command would not have approved his request so quickly - he still needed to fight.

He ran with the officer and his soldiers to the third trench. It was now the leading line of defense, and the first and second lines of trenches had been filled with shells and corpses from the Japanese, and they were going to do the same.

In another way.

There was no massive infantry charge, and Zaitsev saw only three Japanese soldiers. Their bodies were buried low, and one of them, holding a long, tube-looking object, rushed down the crater and remaining trenches towards a machine-gun bunker that was spraying bullets. Zaitsev had never seen anything like it, neither the actions of the Japanese, nor what they were holding.

"What are they going to do?" His brain was immediately filled with this question.

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