"Uh-huh!"

The thick iron door made an unpleasant sound, and as a secret policeman slammed the door shut, in the small room, there were only Velistov, Joysky, and the squad leader of the outpost. =

"It's... This... I don't know anything! ”

The squad leader of the outpost was still very young, and he looked like he was only twenty-four or five years old, but now he could only stand stiffly in the corner behind the door, looking at the interior of this small room, with uncontrollable panic on his face, especially looking at the two people who came in with him next to him, and couldn't help but ask urgently: "What did you do?!" ”

But Joysky just turned his head to look at him, didn't speak, just turned his head again to look at the layout of the room. After a brief pause for a few seconds, he saw a row of chairs by the wall, and he walked straight over and sat down, saying nothing more or making any more movements.

"Who the hell are you?! Who the hell are you?! ”

The small room was dimly lit, with only a dim light bulb hanging overhead, glowing yellow, like the legendary underworld hell. The squad leader of the outpost took a few deep breaths, but the panic in his heart deepened a little, and he just looked at Joysky's old god and couldn't help but mourn: "I don't know anything at all!" ”

"Shut up and sit down."

Velistov also took a deep breath, he looked at the apocalyptic appearance of the squad leader next to him, couldn't help gritting his teeth, also walked to a chair and sat down, looked up and glared at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "You must know what you should know, and you don't know what you don't know." ”

This is the room of the Political Protection Directorate of the Odessa Military District, and no one can come to such a room as easily as outside, and in fact, only counter-revolutionaries and saboteurs are present in such a room. This can be said to be a prison cell, or it can be said to be not, because it sometimes depends on the person.

Joysky slowly looked up at the iron door in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he knew that there were people outside listening to their conversation, but the more they talked at this time, the more unfavorable it became for his next situation, how to successfully turn over, he needed to be silent.

Silence is always an invincible weapon, and as an elite member of the secret police, Joysky also knows the consequences of this move. Swallowing softly, he touched the empty holster in his arms, and when he entered, his rewarded TT-32 semi-automatic pistol had been confiscated, but he also understood that the pistol was also a kind of identification of himself.

Perhaps Joysky's silence had an effect, at least the squad leader of the outpost also sat down slowly and held his head in bitterness, and from time to time let out a faint murmur out of nervousness and fear. However, Velistov was at least a little confident because he had communicated with Joysky in advance.

"Hmm-click."

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a short while, the iron door was finally slowly pushed open, and as the light poured in from outside, it suddenly made the three people who were already familiar with the dim room squint their eyes slightly, watching the three figures gently walk in and stand still in front of them.

"Close the door."

The man in the middle took a half step forward, he didn't look back, but stretched out his right hand and beckoned, while the two figures behind him immediately took action, strode to the side, moved a chair behind him, and closed the thick iron door again with a dull sound.

The room was dimly lit again, with a yellow light bulb shining overhead, as if waiting for everyone's eyes to adjust to the cramped space. No one spoke, the three of them just looked up at the figure sitting in the middle of the chair in front of them, and slowly stood up, but they didn't dare to continue to sit as before.

"Joysky, Velistov, Parnavsky."

Seeing the three people in front of him stand up, the only sitting figure nodded slightly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked down at his notebook, and at the same time looked up at the three of them one by one, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, and said slowly: "You're welcome, please sit." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and even the most experienced Joysky felt a kind of pressure in this situation. But he swallowed slowly, looked at the person in front of him who couldn't see the face clearly, nodded slightly, and obediently listened to the advice of the person in front of him, and slowly sat down.

"Well, that's good, so we now have a basic way to communicate, don't we?"

Seeing the hesitation of the three of them, the man couldn't help but let out a chuckle, the dark military uniform was extremely close to him, and he looked at the three people in front of him, took out a pen in the pocket of his jacket, and while writing and drawing in his notebook, he asked, "You had a battle before?" ”

But looking at their stiff and nervous appearance in front of him, he paused, touched his chin, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle, as if waving his hand very easily, and at the same time said: "Take it easy, we're just talking to each other, by the way, introduce yourself, you can call me Ollovsky." ”

"It's... Yes... Comrade Orlovsky ..."

Hearing this, Joysky and Velistov couldn't help but clench their fists slightly, because their hearts were now beginning to be nervous. Velistov nodded slowly, he took a deep breath and said, "Fight... That battle... It was I who led my platoon... The battle that took place ...

"Hmm, you were ambushed?"

Orlovsky tilted his head, looked at Velistov in front of him, shook his head in disagreement, and at the same time opened the first few pages of his notebook, looked at a series of words written in a pen on it, and then raised his head and said: "Eighteen of the fifty-eight troops were killed on the spot, and three died of their injuries, and it seems that all of them were slightly wounded. ”

"It's... Yes... We were ambushed. ”

When Joysky heard Orlovsky's words, the corners of his eyebrows suddenly jumped, and before Velistov could speak, he took a deep breath, stabilized his inner fluctuations, and preemptively spoke: "It's a gasoline bomb planted on the side of the road, hidden in the bushes, and it was detonated when we passed by, and it was very powerful at that time..."

Orlovsky turned his head to look at Joysky, and did not show any displeasure at his words, and quickly wrote down a paragraph in his notebook before he continued to ask: "Gasoline bombs on the side of the road?" Oh, this is indeed a rarity, Comrade Joysky, can you describe it in detail? ”

"I'm sorry, Comrade Orlovsky, I didn't pay attention at that time ..."

Clenching his fists, Joysky suddenly realized that the Ollovsky in front of him was definitely not a member of the Political Security Bureau of the Odessa Military District, because he had worked here, not only was he not half impressed, but he didn't even know half of this guy! But he could only continue to answer, bowed his head lightly and said: "But those counter-revolutionaries also have standard weapons and clothes in their hands. ”

"Hmm, this is even rarer, standard weapons and clothes? It's incredible. ”

Quickly writing down his thoughts in his notebook, Orlovsky touched his chin as if he remembered something, looked at Joysky and Velistov, frowned and asked: "So, you said before that it was related to the opposition to Comrade Stalin, I don't know why you said that?" Do you have doubters, or evidence of doubt? ”

"Yes! Yes! Of course we have skeptics! ”

Joysky's eyes lit up instantly, and his left and right hands were already clenched into fists, because he understood that this was the only sentence that really mattered. Joysky, of course, knew how to answer, he looked at Orlovsky in front of him, nodded heavily, and said: "It's the Trotskyists, I seem to hear them shouting that we are the lackeys of Comrade Stalin!" ”

"Trotsky? It can't be, that's one of our leaders. ”

Orlovsky put down the notebook in his hand and stood up at the same time, he looked at the three people in this room, seemed to be a little angry, turned his head and walked towards the door, as the thick iron door reopened, when he walked out, he turned his head and said: "Remember, don't slander the leader." ”

Before Joysky could continue to say anything, he simply signaled to close the thick iron door, and with that heavy sound, the room returned to its dim appearance. But Joysky and Velistov knew that this matter had changed.