Kulikov was awakened by the fierce screams, and before he could open his eyes, a strong smell of gasoline and burnt gas poured into his nostrils. The smell made him uncomfortable, and he involuntarily began to cough violently.

The cough didn't make him feel any more comfortable, but it tugged at the wound in his chest, and the tearing pain irritated his nerves, causing him to grin and let out a wail. However, the intense pain was not without its benefits, at least it made his confused mind begin to clear.

He slowly recalled the previous bits and pieces, and began to become very confused - Am I not already dead? Yes, the most resounding moment in his memory is the stabbing of Napokov to death, and then he was besieged by the group of dog mongrels of the Revolutionary Military Council, and at the end he was outnumbered and knocked to the ground, and at the end of the day someone seemed to shoot him in the head......

At this time, Kulikov realized that his head hurt badly, and reached out and touched it, and it was sticky with half-dried blood. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, why is it so difficult to die?

He raised his head with difficulty, wanting to see where he was, but everything in front of him was really shocking, he seemed to be lying on a hill of corpses, surrounded by corpses, some were shot to death, some were broken, and more were burned, the strong bloody smell made him almost want to vomit, but he had not eaten or drunk for almost two days, he really couldn't vomit anything, and the stomach acid in his stomach seemed to have dried up.

Kulikov struggled to his feet from the pile of corpses, only to find that he was still in the breathless cellar, the only difference. He seems to have been discarded as a corpse in a remote corner.

The old men of the Revolutionary Military Council are really expensive. Kulikov thought mockingly. There is still time to deal with the corpse, thinking that in Lushun, he almost lived with the corpse, this kind of "cleanliness" is really in line with the taste of the old man.

Kulikov didn't bother to continue struggling, he had no interest in calling for help at all, so he half-leaned on the mountain of corpses, squinting his eyes at the other end of the cellar, if he remembered correctly. The exit is in that direction.

According to Kulikov's estimate, there should be gunfire over there, and the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee should still be making the last resistance, after all, that opening is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is very difficult to attack it. But to his surprise, the gunfire was far less intense than he had imagined, almost a few scattered gunshots. If the so-called resistance is only to this extent, then the fall of the cellar is only a matter of time.

Seeing this, Kulikov despised those old men even more, you guys are still men. It's all at the last moment, and it's still so soft. The Bolsheviks deserved it!

The only thing Kulikov felt heartache was that his good brothers, good friends, good comrades-in-arms had lost their lives for such a group of stupid donkeys, and if he knew that the end of the road was like this, then he would resolutely draw a line with those old men.

However, the facts seem to be a little far from Kulikov's conjecture, the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee is not non-resisting, in fact, they have fiercely resisted, but there is really no way to resist, flamethrowers make their resistance meaningless, the raging flames shoot into the closed cellar, even if they can't burn people, it will make the air in the cellar extremely dirty, not to mention that those evil flames are still very powerful, anyone who is shot will be burned alive, there will be no exceptions!

Therefore, the scattered gunshots that Kulikov heard were not the last resistance, but the most relief, and the hopeless National Salvation Revolutionary Committee could only choose to commit suicide, otherwise the end would be a pile of coke.

Rumble!

The orange-red flames shot into the cellar again, and by the brightness of the flames, Kulikov could see that there was no second living person in the entire cellar except for him, and that none of the representatives of the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee had fled as long as they were here, and he could even see that their bodies were being burned by the raging flames, giving off the smell of roasted meat.

Kulikov stared blankly at the flames that shot through the exit of the cellar again and again, it was the first time he had seen such a weapon, and it was only the most evil genius who could have come up with such an idea to clear the underground fortifications.

The air in the cellar got worse, the strong smell of gasoline and barbecue made Kulikov unbearable at all, he could only cough constantly, and he wanted to say to the Bolsheviks outside: "Don't bother, the people in the cellar are dead sightseeing!" Come in and clean up the battlefield! ”

As if Kulikov's voice had been heard, after ten consecutive sprays, the senseless burning operation finally came to an end, and three or four soldiers with shotguns slowly appeared at the entrance to the cellar. They cautiously walked through the narrow staircase, past charred corpses, and occupied the opening of the cellar to signal safety to their comrades above.

Kulikov watched as his enemy took over the cellar, and he lay there motionless like a corpse, even with a rifle at his feet, and he did not think of putting up the last resistance. He was tired of all this, and just wanted someone to come and end him soon, so that he could be relieved sooner, and he believed that it would not take long.

The Bolshevik soldiers carefully examined every corpse on the ground, and those who did not lose their breath were shot as long as they were not wearing military uniforms, and as for those wearing military uniforms, they were very unhappy, except for Kulikov, the lucky one, the others had already died, they were either burned to charcoal, or they were beaten into honeycomb coal by bullets, and the most "lucky" one was to end his life with a pistol.

"Don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!"

Just as Kulikov was numbly watching all this, a voice suddenly came from the pile of dead people, which he felt was very familiar, and following the voice, with the help of the light of the enemy's flashlight microblog, he saw an old acquaintance - Napokov's little secretary, that despicable coward.

Kulikov vividly remembers that after he killed Napokov, it was this vile boy who brought a group of men to besiege him, and even the shot in the head was due to this man. I really didn't expect this bastard to be alive!

Kulikov was a little disappointed that God was so unfair. Always let some sluts who shouldn't have survived save their lives. If you can. He really wanted to rush up and shoot this slut to death.

The Bolshevik soldiers did not seem at all surprised that there were still alive mouths in the pile of dead men, and to be honest, they had seen this trick of feigning death in an attempt to get away with it several times, and the little secretary was not the first, of course, he was probably the last.

"Please, don't kill me! I'm not from the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee! I was just a secretary, and I was never disrespectful to the Bolsheviks. I don't have a bloody case in my hands! Please, let me go! ”

The hoarse pleading of the little secretary like a cuckoo crying blood can make the most cold-blooded executioner soften, and a few Bolshevik soldiers are obviously embarrassed, although the orders of the superiors are certain, but this twenty-something man in front of him, who is polite and polite like a college student, does not seem to belong to the category of people who must be executed!

The little secretary obviously saw the hesitation of these little soldiers, and immediately kowtowed like garlic, and hugged the thigh of a little soldier without shame and cried loudly.

"What a shame!" Kulikov couldn't help it, and forced himself to stand up and yelled at the shameless guy.

This startled several Bolshevik soldiers, and together they turned their guns and aimed at Kulikov, who was struggling to get up. "Hands up, don't move!"

Kulikov raised his hand in place. When the beam of the flashlight hit him in the face, the little secretary who was still kowtowing just now let out an exclamation: "How is it possible, you are not dead?!" ”

Kulikov grinned at him and said gloomily: "You scum is not dead, how can I die?" With that, he raised his head and said to the soldiers: "Gentlemen, don't be fooled by him, this guy is Napokov's cronies, the bastard's secretary. He was one of the leaders of the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee and participated in a series of conspiracies against the Bolsheviks! ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" The little secretary was so frightened that his voice was out of tune, "I don't know Napokov, let alone his secretary, I'm just a college student who was inadvertently involved!" ”

As he spoke, the little secretary suddenly showed a fierce expression, pointed at Kulikov and complained: "Comrades soldiers, you must pay attention to this person, he is the assistant to the commander-in-chief of the White Army here, Colonel Yazov, and the second leader of the White Army!" He has committed a lot of blood debt, hurry up and shoot him and kill this devil! ”

Kulikov smiled miserably, faced these Bolshevik soldiers with unkind expressions, and said calmly: "That's right, Yazov is my boss, and I am indeed his main assistant and comrade-in-arms. I will never deny this, and your comrade Andrei knows it. He actually put me back! ”

A few small soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, a little unclear about the situation, one of the leaders shouted angrily at Kulikov and asked: "Do you know Comrade Andrei?" ”

"Andrey. Petrovich, a young man," Kulikov said calmly, "I once sent a group of White Army soldiers out of the city to surrender, and your comrade Andrei personally let me back, uh......" Speaking of this, he pointed to the little secretary with a purring in his eyes, "Your comrade Andrei has also seen him, when he went to negotiate as a representative of Napokov and said a lot of stupid things, I think your comrade Andrei should be very impressed with him......"

When a few little soldiers heard this, they immediately refocused their attention on the little secretary, and the kid was so frightened that he immediately denied it: "Comrades soldiers, don't listen to his nonsense, I don't know what he's talking about, he's lying!" ”

"Lying?!" Kulikov stared at him and sneered: "Whether I am talking about a lie or not, it will be clear if you confront Comrade Andrei......"

When the leader of the soldiers heard this, he also felt that this was the only way, so he immediately waved his hand and ordered: "You two stand up and follow us!" ”

The moment he was escorted out of the cellar, Kulikov had a feeling of seeing the light of day again, he did not expect that he would be able to get out of the gloomy cellar, see the blue sky again, see the red sun, and the few sparrows that were chirping and jumping around, he felt that even if he died, he was a hundred times better than those brothers who were buried in the cellar of the black rumbling.

"Hurry up, don't play tricks!"

Kulikov was pushed, he almost fell, but he didn't mind, he had no regrets about one. There is also no hope for people. It doesn't matter what happens.

But for the other who doesn't want to die. This was a rare opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the attention of the guards was distracted by Kulikov, the little secretary began to run wildly, ready to flee.

He quickly walked through the ruins and over the trenches, like a lost dog, and fled so embarrassed.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, the little secretary was like a horse tripped on its front hooves. A dog fell to the ground eating, and soon, when he had just raised his head again, two soldiers had already chased after him and dragged him back without saying anything.

Kulikov asked the soldier beside him, "Do you think we still need to confront each other?" ”

"Nope!" The soldier snorted angrily, which showed that he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had been fooled by the little secretary, and this dissatisfaction prompted him to take matters into his own hands and act as an executioner, and blow off the little secretary's head with one shot.

"Let's go!" The head of the soldier pushed Kulikov again and ordered him to move on.

But Kulikov was not interested in moving on. He slowly raised his head and asked very calmly, "Where are you going?" ”

"Prisoner of war camp!" The soldier replied impatiently.

"There's no need for that." Kulikov said calmly, "I don't want to go to the prisoner of war camp!" ”

Another soldier scoffed, "Do you still have to put on a show like a defeated general?" If you don't go to a prisoner of war camp, where do you want to go? ”

The surrounding soldiers suddenly let out a burst of laughter, but Kulikov didn't care at all, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then said proudly: "I want to go to heaven, can you make it convenient?" ”

When this sentence came out, no one dared to laugh at the soldiers around, they looked at Kulikov stupidly, and they didn't understand at all, this person could obviously live, why did he ask for death?

"You're stupid!" The soldier pushed him again, "The battle is over, you don't have to die!" ”

Kulikov smiled dismally: "But I want to die, because I really don't know why I want to live!" ”

This answer made the soldier stunned for a while, it was the first time he had seen such a special prisoner of war, and he didn't know what to do with this maverick guy.

At this time, Kulikov ripped off his shirt, pointed to his heart, and said with certainty: "Come on, it's very simple, shoot here and it's over." You can save a lot of trouble, and I am happy...... Don't hesitate to come on! ”

Now it's not just the soldiers who are stupid, the soldiers who have witnessed all this are stupid, they thought Kulikov was joking at first, but now it seems that people are just playing for real, is there really a tired person in this world?

"Take him away!" The head of the soldier glanced at Kulikov, "Send him to Comrade Andrei, what to do with him, it's up to Comrade Andrei to decide!" ”

It has to be said that this ball was played very well, and many years later, Kulikov, who had become a general of the Red Army, recalled the scene of that day and was very grateful to the unknown soldier, if it were not for him, there would be no later him.

"Matvey. Captain Kulikov," Li Xiaofeng was also a little surprised, he thought that with Kulikov's temper, he could only fight to the death, at least he was self-defeating, and he categorically did not expect this person to be captured, "I really didn't expect that you were still alive!" ”

"To be honest, I didn't expect it either." Kulikov responded coldly, "If you want me to die, it's simple, just shoot me." If you feel like a waste of time, give me a gun, a knife, and let me cut myself off. ”

Li Xiaofeng was a little puzzled, and asked the head of the soldiers who escorted Kulikov, "What's going on?" ”

"Comrade Andrei, I don't know what to say. This guy may be in his right mind, and when he was captured, he kept yelling for death. The soldier helplessly spread his hands.

Li Xiaoyu glanced at Kulikov again, and soon he found a problem from the other party's wounds, there were four or five knife wounds on his body, both in front and behind, it seemed that he was beaten by the crowd, but the gunshot wound was very suspicious, it seemed that he was attacked from behind, but in the state of group beating, who would shoot indiscriminately? If you don't get it right, you'll hit your own people, and only an idiot would do that.

After thinking about it, Li Xiaofeng suddenly asked, "Are you infighting?" ”

Kulikov raised his head in surprise and said in amazement: "How do you know the truth?" ”

"The scars on your body tell me, I think you were slashed several times, and you fainted from blood loss before you were shot in the back of the head, right?"

"Probably," Kulikov replied noncommittally, "it doesn't matter, the scum that attacked me is dead anyway...... What I want most now is liberation, Mr. Andrew, I wonder if you will be able to fulfill me. ”

"I'm not interested in killing you!" Li Xiaofeng shook his head and instructed the head of the soldiers: "Take Captain Kulikov down, take care of him, I don't want the Socialist-Revolutionaries and Menshevik dog mongrels to slander us for killing prisoners of war!" ”

"Mr. Andrey, you can't do this......" Kulikov suddenly became anxious, he got rid of the guards behind him as if he stepped forward to theorize, but before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden roar outside the door, as if a bull was roaring there.

Soon, angry bull, no! It was the angry Voroshilov who rushed in, and shouted at Li Xiaofeng with his head and face: "Andrey. Petrovich, why did you not obey the orders of the Moscow Central Executive Committee, and why did you order a storming without authorization, do you know ...... Dao" (to be continued......