The horse is Marx's horse, the column is Lenin's, the column is Stalin's, and the horse is . Lesnov, an orphan of the war, gave himself a meaningful "revolutionary name" -- in the twenties and thirties, there were many children in Soviet Russia who had lost their families because of the war, and they were nurtured by the state and the collective, and they regarded serving the motherland as the value of their lives, and they named themselves in a similar way, and they could be called the most staunch socialist fighters...... Standing on a hill on the eastern outskirts of Leningrad, Lesnov suddenly looked back and saw that the special train carrying Soviet leaders, important generals, and committee members was already miserable. The front of the first locomotive was thirty or forty meters from the railroad tracks, like a boar whose head had been shattered by a shotgun and fell in the field; The head of the second locomotive barely stayed next to the tracks, and the bursting boiler was still leaking steam, causing an eerie fog of soot and water vapor; The first two armoured cars flipped to the ground, and although the first shots rang out, they were completely unable to play their defensive role in the ensuing process.

Then came the carriage in which he had ridden, and Lesnov suffered the weight of his memories in great pain, and his instincts and a strong sense of mission drove him to leave the carriage desperately, which also saved his life. Except for Lev and the mere two or three officers, he didn't see anyone else coming out of the carriage. The anti-tank rocket left a glaring gap in the bottom of the overturned compartment, and although its explosive power was not as powerful as that of ordinary artillery shells, the impact of shrapnel and explosion was extremely deadly in a relatively closed compartment.

With extreme fear, Lesnov set his sights on the cars in the middle of the train, where the shock and subsequent shock of the locomotive's nose were not enough to kill the insiders, but rather the anti-tank rockets fired by the attackers from the woods. It was clearly a well-planned attack, and with the exception of the armored cars at the rear, none of the cars escaped the rockets, and he could only hope that the partitions and built-ins in those carriages would absorb as much shrapnel and impact as possible from the explosion, so that the only leader who led the Union country to a tenacious victory in the Great Patriotic War would be spared. In the complicated international situation after the war, his prestige and iron-fisted attitude were undoubtedly a powerful guarantee for the Soviet Union to maintain stability and gain the right to speak in the international community, and at the same time, he was also a leader who was highly feared by thousands of Soviet soldiers and civilians, especially those who joined the Republic.

The attack is over, and it's hard to use "boil" to describe the misfortune that took place in less than a cigarette. The soldiers accompanying the car, some of whose faces were covered with blood, still spontaneously gathered in the middle compartment to desperately rescue, but the special carriage door was difficult to open from the outside, and with the response of a few survivors, they were able to enter two of the carriages, Lesnov wanted to rush over to help, but seeing many of his comrades surrounding there, a clear thought popped into his head: the attackers must not be allowed to escape like this!

There was no other transport on board, but soon Soviet soldiers stationed nearby on duty arrived, Lesnov put his pistol in his holster, strode to a gas car, and as he was about to board the train, an acquaintance of the army lieutenant colonel shouted with excitement: "Markey, what are you doing?" ”

Although he has no direct affiliation, this mid-ranking officer is still in the highest decision-making department, and almost everyone here is emotionally unstable, and if he drives away without answering, he will be mistaken as an attacker. Lesnov helplessly explained: "I saw the attackers fleeing in a car to the north!" ”

"You can't drive away! Once the people inside are rescued, we have to take them to the nearest hospital by car for treatment. The lieutenant colonel glared viciously, but such an expression was not directed at Lesnov personally.

As he spoke, there was a twitch from the middle compartment. I saw two soldiers supporting a scarred and dazed general, who was not wearing a shining medal, but the huge gold star on his golden shoulder was very eye-catching—it was the mark of a Soviet marshal.

Although it was difficult to tell which marshal he was for a while, it could be seen from his appearance and movements that his injuries were indeed not optimistic. Weighing one and the other in his mind, Lesnov got out of the driver's seat of the car with his teeth clenched, and the surviving colleagues also arrived from the other side of the hill. As the rescue progressed, most of the officers and men who had gathered outside the carriage entered the carriage, while the rest were busy outside to respond, and it seemed that the manpower was far from enough.

Without allowing Resnov to hesitate any longer, the rescued marshal seemed to come to his senses after leaving the carriage and shouted to the bystanders: "Quick! Comrade Stalin is still in the carriage! ”

This sound was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the people around him shook. With reverence and adoration for their leader, they desperately wanted to rescue him, and it would be best if they could do it themselves. As a result, many people gave up the rescue of the front and rear carriages, and the number of people surrounding the carriage increased so sharply that a slightly wounded general had to keep order loudly, while the marshal, supported by the soldiers, came to the car that Lesnov had just tried to drive away.

At such a close distance, Lesnov finally recognized that the person in front of him was Marshal Beria, a member of the Politburo and head of Soviet intelligence. Although there is no clear official ranking, many people regard this highly decorated and prestigious marshal as the next successor of the Soviet Union Republic - although there are many nominal rivals, these people do not have as much political resources as Beria, and as to whether there will be a dramatic change in Soviet politics in the next few years, whether some inconspicuous "new man" will emerge, ordinary people will not have such foresight and judgment.

While the lieutenant colonel saluted respectfully, Masnov had an idea and reported loudly to Beria: "Comrade Marshal, we have a special situation to report to you!" ”

Although Beria was embarrassed at this time, judging from the situation on his body, the injury was not as serious as expected. Asking for a drink from the soldier next to him, his consciousness was obviously much clearer, but when Masnov spoke, his unusually anxious gaze was still looking at the carriage from which he had escaped, and only a word popped out from between his teeth: "Say!" ”

Masnov tried to state his judgment and thoughts in the simplest and clearest language, so that the real big man knew that the attackers had run away in a car, and if they had been rescued first and then arrested, and then mobilized troops to block the intersection and launch a search after the scene was dealt with, the gang would have slipped away long ago.

"If we move one minute late, the enemy will abscond one minute longer." Masnov came to his own conclusion.

Beria took a second sip of water from the kettle, then turned his head to take a cursory look at Masnov, a glance that worried the young lieutenant officer of the Internal Affairs Forces. No, the marshal spoke: "You're right, Comrade Lieutenant, let's take your people with you!" You can use my name to mobilize troops along the route to conduct blockade searches, and be sure to catch them - you should understand that identifying the attackers is extremely crucial! ”

Masnov received unprecedented encouragement, and he saluted with dignity: "Yes, Comrade Marshal, we will do our best!" ”

Beria moved away from the car: "What are you waiting for?" ”

Masnov hurriedly got into the car, took Lev and three other colleagues, and when he left, he asked the soldiers next to him for two **sha submachine guns, and rushed to the north in a hurry.

Beria did not watch the car go away, but turned his head again to stare at the middle of the train, there were already twenty or thirty officers and soldiers who had entered the car, and they rescued several other passengers one after another: two generals and two ordinary officers, most of them were badly wounded, but their lives and deaths were insignificant to this unprecedentedly powerful Union nation, and the real key people were still trapped in the carriage at this time. At the time of the attack, he was resting alone in his bedroom because of an upset stomach, and he was neither seen nor heard...... Bypassing the hillside woods where the attackers were hiding and attacking, and driving on a very rudimentary country dirt road, Lesnov was in a relaxed and urgent mood. At least seven or eight minutes had passed since the end of the last rocket attack, and at the speed of an ordinary car on a dirt road, they were probably five or six kilometers away, and at dusk, there was no trace of the vehicle in sight, and Lesnov could only track it by the last sight of the position combined with his own judgment.

"I think they're German, using German-made 88mm anti-tank bazookas instead of American-made 'Bazooka'." Big Lev muttered in a loud voice from the co-pilot's seat.

"The Germans are only a front used by the real enemy to divert our attention, and the masterminds behind them must be the Western imperialist powers!" The officer of the Internal Guard, who was sitting in the back row, responded very firmly.

Another officer in the back row said: "Even if the attackers used German-made weapons, even if they themselves were special operations units of the former German [***] forces, such as the Brandenburg unit, they should have been hired by Western countries." From the day of the establishment of our Soviet power, they have been trying to subvert us by all means, blockades, armed attacks and provoking wars, these are their tricks! ”

Lesnov had a similar idea in mind as his colleagues, and he felt that the most important thing at the moment was not to speculate and judge, but to catch the attacker and arrive at a conclusion supported by evidence. As for whether the Soviet Union and the West would face each other on the battlefield in the future, he was not afraid at all - even if the enemy had an incomparably powerful bomber group, a naval fleet, and a super-powerful atomic weapon, he would not hesitate to join the new battle.

The sky was dark, and the unshoveled dirt road looked like it was in harmony with the surrounding snow, and Lesnov was basically following the rut marks in front of him, and the drainage channel on the left side of the road was obviously low-lying to help him, and suddenly, he saw the wheel marks in front of him leave the road and turn sharply to the right, and after a half-circle in the field, he returned to the road ahead, but the road that the wheel marks had bypassed did not seem to have potholes. Lesnov hesitated whether to follow the wheel mark or drive directly along the road, but the pursuit mentality made him subconsciously not step on the brakes and turn the steering wheel, but the moment he crossed the mark, his heart sank suddenly - could it be that the attackers had laid mines in advance in order to block the pursuit?

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, Lesnov caught a glimpse of a red cloth tied to a stone on the side of the road, which seemed to be used to mark the location of something.

Boom...... This lone bang rang out far and wide in the open field.

(To be continued)