Fussell looked at the morning sun in the sky and yawned, not that he was not sleep-deprived, for him who had just taken over, yawning was more not tired, but boring. For every bridge guard, the daily work is the same, "walking" around the bridge and then listening to the train whistling by, the most speechless thing is to be ridiculed by the passing "peers".

"Ha, look at you stupid geese, have you ever shot a gun? Have you ever seen what an enemy looks like? ”

Sometimes, Fassell was also helpless about this work, since he joined the army in January, his main task has been to guard the arsenal, guard the railway station, guard the bridge, and really have never been on the battlefield, and even have few opportunities to shoot.

Fussell counted on his fingers, and after half a year, he could count the bullets he had knocked out on two hands, so to speak, he never fired a gun again after he left the boot camp. Compared with those comrades-in-arms who fought bravely on the front line, he really looks like a wretch!

Fussell also wanted to change this state of, and applied to his superiors several times to go to the front. But with the intervention of his company commander, that is, his second uncle, every time it failed. Even if he didn't apply once, he would be beaten by the second uncle, and the old guy would beat him and scold him:

"You heartless second goods! To the front? You're so anxious to send you to death? What the? Be a hero, be in the limelight? Haha, you know the! Do you know what a hero is? In my eyes, the hero's head is engraved with a word - dead ghost! ”

"I sue you, honestly keep me in the garrison! I'm not allowed to go anywhere, I don't care if other people's children are sent to death, but I promised your dead ghost dad back then. Promise to let you take your daughter-in-law. Give birth to a litter of big fat boys. It's clear that no, you have to have a litter! One less Lao Tzu will smoke you! ”

"What? You little rabbit cub dare to say that Lao Tzu is greedy for life and afraid of death? Lao Tzu smoked you to death a two-way kid paper! Lao Tzu has fought more battles than you have ever crossed bridges, has seen more dead people than you have eaten more salt, and when Lao Tzu crawled out of the pile of dead people, you stinky boy was still suckling! Do you know what Lao Tzu learned after fighting so many battles? Sue you, Lao Tzu has learned a little - fuck the war! ”

Fussell didn't fully understand the truth in the second uncle's words, as a young man, a stupid boy who was easy to get hot. He longed to be a hero even more, and the town's Vailinen joined the army with him, but he was already a squad leader, and it is said that he killed several red bandits with his own hands, and the newspapers publicized his deeds and praised him as a great hero. The thought of that thing being able to show off those honors in front of Eliza gave Fausel a sense of crisis, what if Eliza liked heroes and was fascinated by him?

Fussell is still too young to understand a woman who truly loves you. What I care about most is not whether my man is a hero or not. What they hope for most and what they want most is that their men can come back from the battlefield alive. There will be no missing arms or legs, no body full of pain, and no war torture will make a great change in heart. Getting rid of the part of women who love vanity, the vast majority of women's requirements are actually very simple.

Fussell took off his rifle from his shoulder, picked it up and aimed at the river, and let out a "BIU" sound from his mouth, as if knocking down an enemy who had never been there. However, the "gunshot" he emitted was drowned out by the roaring sound of the engine.

For a few minutes, there have been a constant stream of planes moving around the area, and the scale seems to be no small. But Fussell didn't pay attention to it at all, first of all, there were often planes flying overhead these days, and he was no longer surprised; Secondly, what about having planes? Unless they start swooping or dropping bombs, there's nothing to fear. At least Fassell didn't feel dangerous, anyway, he didn't think that the plane could cause him any harm, and he should care about what he had for lunch today instead of caring about the plane that was out of reach.

After a few minutes, the roar in the sky died down, and Fussell yawned again, the boring patrol work really hurt his eggs.

Woowoo......

The train whistle came from the other side of the bridge, and a train full of soldiers drove in the direction of Helsinki, and Forser knew that if nothing else, the soldiers would be sent to the front, and they would use their rifles and bayonets to teach the Red Bandits a hard lesson, and beat the Russian lackeys to the ground.

Fussell glanced enviously at the soldiers in the ranks, and wanted to join them. However, this time the situation was a bit peculiar, and the military column did not go far across the bridge before slowly coming to a stop.

"Damn it! How did this broken car break down again! ”

"Dog's day, can't the government find a good car to send us?"

"Bet you bet, I'll take three hours this time!"

"At least four hours!"

"I'll press ten dollars!"

A tumultuous voice poured into Faussell's ears, and as a bridge guard, he walked slowly toward the train, intending to ask for an answer.

The conductor leisurely jumped down from the front of the train and replied nonchalantly to Fussell's question: "The car is broken, the Russian front is just not in use, and we have been short of spare parts for maintenance since last month, and the damned Russians have forbidden to export these parts to us, and we can only deal with it for the time being." ”

Faucel could not see much displeasure in the conductor, and the bearded man, who was full of alcohol, comfortably found a dry meadow and began to sober up, and those who did not know would have thought that this thing had come for sunbathing.

Not only did the conductor not react much, but the conductors were also numb to the frequent breakdowns of the train, and began to deal with mechanical failures in a careless state, which made the soldiers and officers on the train itch with hatred.

"Damn, you can't go faster, this damn stuffy tanker is so uncomfortable!"

"Let us out, let us breathe!"

All kinds of unbearable insults and shouts made Fussell choose to retreat, and the big-headed soldiers didn't have a few good tempers, especially the big-headed soldiers who had been on the battlefield, and they were even more dragged by two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand. If you don't want to be teased by them who are bored, it's best to stay away.

"What's going on? How does this train stop here? The company commander, who was Fussell's second uncle, Sadiq, asked unhappily.

"The car broke down!"

"Tsk," this answer made Sadiq speechless for a while. Since being on duty at this bridge. A similar accident occurs almost every day. The worst time was when the train was overloaded, and it flipped directly in the curve after crossing the bridge, and hung up a few unlucky ghosts on the spot who had never seen what the red bandits looked like.

"Go and ask them how long it will take, and I'll report to the higher-ups!" Sadiq took a sip of vodka and ordered casually.

Li Xiaofeng didn't know that when the commandos of the Red Eagle Regiment landed very smoothly, good luck gradually said goodbye to them, first of all, an unexpected military column suddenly broke down. The sudden appearance of an entire battalion of White troops on the predetermined battlefield, followed by a passing patrol gunboat inexplicably stopped near the bridge, which greatly changed the situation on the battlefield and caused great trouble to their raids.

"Do you want to wait?" Bao Qingshan, the commander of the assault company, asked, "Maybe they'll leave after a while!" ”

However, Li Xiaofeng's immortal ears listened to the conversation over there all at once, according to the train mechanic, this time it broke down because the axle was broken, and it couldn't be repaired at all. In other words, this group of enemies will never be able to leave.

"Can't wait!" Li Xiaofeng categorically rejected his opinion, "Our time is precious, and we don't delay a second to increase the risk." If you take advantage of the fact that the enemy has not yet gotten out of the car, launch a surprise attack. You can destroy them lightly! ”

Bao Qingshan said again: "What about the gunboat?" ”

"Contact the Air Force and let Sukhoi solve it!" Li Xiaofeng said categorically.

Bao Qingshan fully accepted Li Xiaofeng's opinion and launched an attack according to the predetermined plan!

At the time of the surprise attack, Fussell and his second uncle were trading with the sailors on the patrol gunboat.

"Kutch, how did this batch of goods sell for so much money?" Sadiq asked angrily as he counted the bills with saliva.

"Damn the Germans requisitioned a batch, damn, mention them Lao Tzu will have fire!" Kutch said indignantly, "Lao Tzu used to think that only the Russians ate and drank for nothing and didn't give money, and these big-headed Germans were not good goods, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's spirit, the goods would be divided into two batches and stored, and this time I wouldn't have earned a dime!" ”

Sadiq stuffed a wad of banknotes into his arms and sneered: "I said a long time ago, you think the Germans are liberators, that's." I've been in Germany and I've fought for them, and those bastards are no different from polar bears, just as kind to us in Finland! ”

Fussell felt that the second uncle was wrong, and interjected: "But I saw that the newspaper said ......"

Sadiq interrupted him sharply: "Fuck the newspapers, it's all politicians' tricks on you." If you take them seriously, you're a real big fool! ”

Kuqi also did not hesitate to echo: "That's right, if you take it seriously, it's a fool and an idiot!" ”

It was at this time that the gunfire was loud, and the towering sound characteristic of the PK machine gun announced the beginning of the attack, and the gunfire did not stop, and after a few muffled sounds, several explosions and screams were heard from the train.

"Enemy attack! Find hidden! ”

Sadiq immediately pulled the eager Fussell into the cabin and kicked the cargo a few times to let the dishonest child settle down. It also allowed Forssell to document this historic battle as a bystander:

"The Russians were fierce," Fussell recalled, "and we were caught off guard, and the conductor who was lying on the ground basking in the sun was beaten into a sieve before he could figure out what was going on, and I suspected that it was not blood but alcohol that came out of his body...... The brothers on the train died horribly, most of them were locked in stuffy cars, bullets easily pierced the wooden planks of the carriages, you can hear their terrible screams, and see the blood flowing from the cracks in the carriages, in a sense, it was a one-sided massacre! ”

"Fortunately, not everyone is as afraid of death as my uncle, and this old fellow has no intention of going out to command the battle, and he hides sullenly in the cabin with Uncle Kutch, but keeps ordering the boiler men to set sail quickly. An unknown officer on the train stepped forward, and he organized his men to brave the fierce fire of the Russians and release the soldiers in the carriage...... However, this process is really unbearable, and the entire battalion of soldiers, less than 200 of them can run out of the carriage alive to pick up arms to fight back against the Russians, and the rest are either dead. Or die in the pile of the dead! ”

"After escaping the 'death train'. Things are finally getting better. Every soldier took up arms and fired at the Russians, and I could vaguely hear the screams of the vile Russians, and I cheered in my heart for my comrades, applauding and cheering for their bravery! ”

According to this recollection, the casualties of the Red Eagle Regiment in this airborne raid have been disputed by later generations. According to Western scholars, after an initial period of panic, the Finnish White Army fought back to the death. Inflicted great casualties on the "Russians".

There are even some "conscientious" Western historians who claim that the "Russians" won a disastrous victory at all, and that they only succeeded by a sneak attack and by good luck.

Soviet scholars scoffed at the mainstream opinion of the West, and they mercilessly sarcastically said: "Fussell's memoirs are not worth mentioning at all, the frightened hairy boy has been hiding in the cabin and not even daring to raise his head, and he has not figured out a basic fact from beginning to end - it was not the 'Russians' who attacked them, but the Chinese workers and soldiers of the Red Eagle Regiment...... A memoir that didn't even figure out who the opponent was. What is the value? ”

Even the Soviet expert sarcastically said: "With the position of Forssell at that time, it is impossible to hear the screams of the 'Russians' two hundred meters away." He was more likely to hear the screams and dying throes of the Finnish White Army! ”

Of course, Western scholars have turned a blind eye to this, and thirty years later, they still stubbornly claim that it was the "Russians" who carried out the attack, and they also assert that the "Russians" have suffered a heavy blow.

Of course, they had to be slapped in the face when in 1950, with the new generation of leaders of the Soviet Union, Andrei. Petrovich ascended to the highest position of power, and in a large documentary reflecting the early revolutionary career of Comrade Andrei, there are real images of this attack and battle.

With the revelation of this video, the discussion about the casualties of the 'Russians' gradually cooled, and the embarrassed Western scholars immediately gave up on the issue, pretending that they had never heard of the battle.

"Yevgeny, don't shake your hands, hold the camera steady!" Li Xiaofeng patted the shoulder of the little hairy boy next to him, and let the "Ernie of the Soviet Union" who had just entered the battle battle. Pyle calmed down, "Don't be afraid, you're okay with me!" ”

Yevgeny. Petrov was only 15 years old this year, and as a member of the Komsomol he was given a very glorious opportunity to be selected by Comrade Andrei, secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, as a "royal correspondent." At the request of Comrade Andrei, he was to use his pen, camera, and video camera to record the fighting of the Russian People's Volunteers in Finland. When the first battle broke out, he was extremely lucky to set foot on this battlefield.

In 1950, Yevgeny told Western reporters who interviewed him: "The moment the gun rang out, I was so frightened that I almost lost the portable camera in my hand. It wasn't until more than twenty years later, in the Great Patriotic War, that when I occasionally mentioned this to Comrade Andrey, he sponsored me with an updated camera......"

"To get back to the point, the battle began at half past seven in the morning, and our first attack inflicted great casualties on the Finnish Whites, so to speak, the Finns were almost stupid, and with every shot they fired were met with ten times as much fire as we returned, and we held them down with great firepower, and these poor creatures could only lie down on their stomachs in the grass or behind the railway embankment, and did not even dare to lift their heads!"

"Casualties? Well, there really is nothing to discuss on this topic, I don't know what the losses are great, and it is more appropriate to describe the losses of the Finnish White Army in this word. We didn't have any casualties, when you suppressed the enemy with firepower, the battlefield was relatively safe for you, at least Comrade Andrei never took the initiative to look for cover in this battle, you can also find this from the images I took, when I was trembling and lying on the ground to take pictures, Comrade Andriy was standing there beside me or in front of me smoking a cigar......"

"Why do you keep struggling with the huge casualties of some shit? There were never any huge casualties, and after the whole battle, our most seriously injured comrade was unfortunately sprained his ankle, and the unlucky ghost stepped on the air, and his foot and neck were swollen bigger than steamed buns...... You should have seen him in the footage, and he was the only one who was carried on a stretcher...... Who said he was dead! He's still alive, he's alive and well, and he's tougher than me! If you want to interview him, you can go to Harbin, China, where he works as a physical education teacher, and every year on the Victory Day of the Russian People's Volunteers, he comes to Petrograd, and we old guys will have a happy drink together! ”

Western journalists always tried to pick on the thorns, but they were always choked back by Yevgeny, so much so that they viciously attacked in the final report: "Yevgeny. Petrov has lost his last professional ethics as a journalist...... He's just a ridiculous despicable villain who only knows how to flatter those in power...... We are skeptical that there are real journalists in Russia! It's a sad thing! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you for the sweet potatoes in the melon field, the lost remnant maple, the glory of Sukhoi, Juventus and the second kill comrade Potato!