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Correctional camps. As the name suggests, this is a similar institution of labor reform, and its role and purpose is to gather those soldiers of the Soviet Red Army who do not carry out the orders of their superiors, retreat (flee) without authorization, or have political problems, and let them perform the most dangerous combat missions, so as to achieve the goal of clearing the past mistakes.

Naturally, the Correctional Camp is definitely not a good place to go, and going to the Correctional Camp means that the most dangerous combat missions will be carried out, and its survival may be quite low. To put it mildly, entering a punishment camp means that one foot has already stepped into hell.

The armored train was herded into an airtight wagon, and the carriages were densely packed with all kinds of young faces, some frightened, some numb, and some shivering. When he was kicked into the carriage by the NKVD soldiers, the large iron door of the carriage was slammed shut. It's not just as simple as closing the door, but the door is also tightly tied with chains and locks.

This makes the air in the carriage unusually dull, with only a long, narrow air vent through which you can see outside. But there was nothing to see, the car started quickly, the overloaded Guise car was bouncing on the dirt road, and coupled with the poor ventilation, the air in the cabin was simply disgusting.

In fact, someone was already vomiting, and a poor worm with motion sickness squirted straight out, and he was greeted with punches and kicks. It can be seen that none of the people who entered the punishment camp were good.

And the driver did not have any sympathy for the passengers. Always press the throttle all the way down. This made the bumps even more violent, and the road was quite long, driving for hours in one go, and only stopping when it was time to refuel.

However, parking is parking, and the poor worm in the carriage can't get out of the car to breathe like the passengers on the highway in later generations, and there is no chance to even go to the toilet. Soon the air in the carriage was even worse, and the smell of sweat and urine made the armored train almost vomit. It's not that no one tried to reason with the driver, but it was completely useless. Perhaps it seemed to the driver that the carriage was not filled with people, but with gray animals in the Red Army, and he did not need to care about the feelings of the animals at all.

The car stopped, and several times in a row, the armored train through the guò vent could vaguely reach this to the west, that is to say, it was going to the front. However, he has been prepared for this, the punishment battalion is definitely going to the front line, and it is impossible for you to stay in the rear with good food and drink. But he wanted to know where he would be sent.

A night passed like this, and for the first time, the armored train experienced what it was like to sleep standing up. On this day and night, they did not eat a drop of water or rice, and they should have been very hungry. But the turbid air in the carriage kills the appetite, and no one wants to eat even the delicacies of the mountains and the sea in this environment.

The car started again, and the armored train could feel the driver driving more and more joyfully, as if some monster was chasing after him. Soon, the armored train knew what kind of monster it was.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the muffled sound of engines woke up the armored train, which was drowsy from lack of oxygen, and almost as soon as he opened his eyes and looked out, the characteristic roar of aviation machine guns rang out.

The bullets dusted the ground, and the driver at the front of the car began to curse immediately. The armored train will never forget the next scene, the prisoner car behind them was hit square, and soon plunged headlong into the field by the side of the road, the flames quickly rose, and the whole carriage was set on fire, and you could hear the people inside slapping the carriage or trying to break the locked door.

But it didn't work, the driver and co-pilot were dead, and even if they weren't dead, they wouldn't be able to save a bunch of damned scum from the strafing fire of German fighters. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the entire carriage was turned into a large torch. The roar of the armored train could be heard, which was harsher than glass and more terrifying than a horror movie.

At that moment, the armored train could feel a cool air rushing from the center of his feet to the top of his head, and he suspected that he would be burned to the ground.

The armored train was undoubtedly lucky, and soon the Red Army's Jacques and Rag arrived at the scene, and after a short but fierce exchange of fire, the German plane was driven away. By this time, only four of the ten prisoner vans had been left when they first hit the road. Nearly 200 people lost their lives before they actually arrived at the camp, and as for those who struggled and did not die, no one would pity them, and it would be merciful to make up for them to end their suffering, and some of them wailed in pain and died slowly.

The drivers did not seem to be affected by the sudden air raid, and soon the remaining four cars were bouncing back on the road again, and similar situations were all too common for them who often traveled to and from this route, and they already had a heart that had been trained to be extremely strong, and they could face a tragedy calmly.

On the third day, when the carriage became smellier than a manure pit, the locked door was finally opened again, and then a rude voice opened its throat and scolded: "Shit, this stinks more fucking than shit." Get out of here, don't pretend to be dead, it's useless to pretend to be dead, hurry up and fast, and then Lao Tzu will kill you directly! ”

The armored train poured out of the carriage with the flow of people, good guys, a two-and-a-half-ton Gies truck was stunned to carry fifty people, which was also drunk.

Then came the so-called welcome ceremony, and the scolding and chattering lieutenant of the NKVD began to shout with a tin horn: "Criminals, prisoners, all listen, now I will convey to you the Order No. 227 of the People's Commissariat and the Military Commissar......"

This Order No. 227 is quite famous, and historically Stalin himself instructed to eradicate the "retreat" that existed in the Red Army, and all officers and commissars who ordered the retreat without receiving orders from their superiors were to be dismissed from their posts and brought before a military tribunal. It was also required to form one to three correctional battalions in each front army for the placement of officers and commissars above (the corresponding soldiers and non-commissioned officers were sent to the Meritorious Service Company).

After the reading of Order No. 227, the armored train was driven to the front line like a sheep under the watchful eye of the loaded NKVD soldiers. Before entering the trenches. He was given a Mosinagan 30 rifle and five rounds of ammunition.

"Your task is to hold your ground for at least a morning. Any disobedience to orders is punishable by death...... Before the German devils came up. Do you have any questions? The rude lieutenant of the NKVD asked playfully.

The armored train looked at the Mosinagan with the crosshairs crooked in his hand and the poor five bullets, and couldn't help but ask: "There are too few bullets, and the Mosinagan is not easy to use......"

Lieutenant NKVD interrupted the armored train's questioning with a burst of laughter, and he scoffed: "The gun is not good, there are too few bullets, that's right!" That's what you want! ”

The armored train immediately understood what the other side meant, the Red Army did not have better weapons, nor did it lack sufficient ammunition, and the reason why it did so was actually to prevent them, the officers who were being punished. Compared with the NKVD's submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles. Mosinagan and five bullets will certainly not do.

Soon a new question was raised: "What if the bullets are finished?" ”

Lieutenant NKVD smiled and said, "Come to me." As he spoke, he pointed to a position fifty meters away from the main position, where a lot of ammunition was indeed piled up, but the point of this statement was not here, but: "But you had better repel the enemy and come again, otherwise, I can only think that you will escape from the battle again, hehe, at that time I will carry out Order No. 227 without mercy!" ”

These words made all the officers of the correctional battalion change their faces, because the meaning of this one was very clear, there were only five bullets. The enemy must be repulsed.

Soon, this one was also not interested in more explanations. Pat your ass back to your position: "Get the machine guns ready, aim at these debris, and shoot them if they dare to run or surrender!" ”

"Isn't that excessive?"

Lieutenant NKVD scoffed at this statement: "If you don't shoot them directly, it's already considered an extrajudicial favor, just to kill chickens and monkeys, to deter those cowards, how can you do it without a little iron-blooded means?" ”

The armored train never thought that it would fight in such unfavorable conditions, which was almost to send them to their death. At this time, he regretted it too much, and he knew why he had to do it today!

However, there was not much time for the loading and receiving train to complain to themselves, and soon the Germans attacked. Let me give you a little bit of a brief introduction to the battlefield as if the roster was read out before the start of a football match.

Here was Kalinkovich's forward position, and opposite the armored train was the 3rd Panzer Infantry Regiment, which belonged to the elite SS Reich Division. Compared to the elite Nazi bandits, the camp was too shabby, with two No. 4 tanks covering a platoon of Nazis rushing towards them.

"Anti-tank guns!"

As soon as the lieutenant of the NKVD shouted, the armored train heard several artillery shots from behind the position, and the armor-piercing shells whistled towards tank four, and then ...... And then there was no then. One is that the distance is too far, at a distance of a thousand meters, the 45-mm anti-tank gun can only tickle the fourth tank, not to mention that the vast majority of shells have also deviated from the target. All in all, this round of shelling did nothing except prematurely expose the positions of anti-tank guns.

However, this effect is already very fatal, although the short-barreled 75 gun of the No. 4 tank is not very strong in anti-armor, it is okay to support the infantry. Grenades flew over the heads of the armored train, knocking the rebound gun positions behind them into a mess, and soon a 45-mm anti-tank gun was destroyed, while the rest were busy shifting positions.

And this meant that the punishment battalion could only rely on meager infantry fire to fight against tanks, but the worst part was not here, because the fool who gave the order to open the gun once again gave the wrong order: "Machine gun fire!" Hit hard! ”

The armored train has an urge to scold its mother, which idiot is directing the battle, how can the machine gun fire at this time! Even if he was born in an armored corps and is not very good at infantry subjects, he also knows that he must not expose the machine gun position too early at this time, otherwise, the enemy's No. 4 tank will easily knock out their last fire support point, and then it will be all over!

"Don't shoot!"

The armored train shouted at the nearest Maxim machine gun, but it was pointless, because he had forgotten who he was. He is no longer an officer. It can even be said that it is no longer a member of the Red Army. He was just a poor prisoner of labor camp, and he could be shot if he said a word more than to carry out an order.

"Fire!"

Lieutenant NKVD reaffirmed his order, and the start of firing at the Makchen Tata successfully caused a little trouble for the Nazi infantry on the opposite side, who quickly regained cover and hid, and then ordered Tank No. 4 to pull out the nails.

With a bang, the armored train watched as the Makqin was blown into the sky, and the shooter and the deputy shooter were torn apart. A few minutes later. When the last Maxim was also destroyed, the German infantry had no scruples and could charge boldly with confidence.

Of course, two-legged ones are not as fast as wheeled ones, and the first to attack the position of the armored train was Tank Four, whose tracks crushed them with clumps of dirt, and anyone who tried to stop them would be ruthlessly destroyed.

And the lieutenant of the NKVD, who was "methodically" issuing the order: "Anti-tank grenades and Molotov cocktails ready!" ”

At this time, it was the turn of the armored train to rejoice, thanks to the fact that he had obtained the Mosinagan when the weapons were allocated just now, otherwise he would have to face the enemy's tanks like these unlucky guys. This pressure is not something that everyone can overcome. Except for a few who rushed out with grenades and Molotov cocktails alof, while many more shrank their heads and did not dare to look up.

"Shameful rubbish!" Lieutenant NKVD shouted angrily. Shouting, "Overseer, follow me!" ”

After a crisp loading sound, the lieutenant rushed to the front line with a few overseers, shot and killed a shivering poor worm without saying anything, and then shouted with a distorted face: "See, this is the end of greed for life and fear of death, anti-tank attack!" ”

Under pressure from the Warlords, the anti-tank men reluctantly jumped out of the trenches, and then rushed head-on to the rumbling tanks. It was a tragic scene, six out of ten people were killed within ten seconds of jumping out of the trench, and only the lucky ones who were more unlucky could successfully complete the bomb drop, and then there were two paths in front of them: first, lying still on their stomachs, and then being killed by the German infantry who followed; Second, flee straight back to the position, and may be killed the moment you turn around.

Anyway, in the end, it was 1 in 10 who managed to escape back to the trenches, and this lucky lucky man would soon collapse, because the NKVD lieutenant first patted him on the shoulder: "Good job, this is decent!" Then immediately the conversation changed: "But, criminal citizen, you did not complete the task, the enemy's tanks were not destroyed, do it again!" ”

This can scare people, but it is necessary to do it again, because the order of the lieutenant of the NKVD is very clear, the position must be held, and there are no conditions to talk about it. Of course, it is not possible to just let one or two lucky people attack, and some unlucky people will take on this task, such as armored trains.

At that time, the lieutenant of the NKVD pointed a Tokarev pistol at the armored train and ordered: "You, yes, even you talk a lot, you go too, quickly!" ”

The armored train really wanted to cry, he just asked a question, why did he "talk too much", he knew that this was the result, he shouldn't have talked too much, and now he made a deep impression on this bastard, and he couldn't run away.

Whoever is in the head, as long as they are held to the head by a gun, they will do whatever they say, and the armored train honestly dropped Mosinagan and picked up two anti-tank grenades. This thing is so heavy that it is difficult for ordinary people to take one, but the armored train thinks it is necessary to take two.

Why? Everyone has seen the situation just now, as long as the enemy's tanks are still there, they must launch a meat bullet offensive again and again, he doesn't want to run back after a grenade is thrown off and run back again, if he wants to live, he must avoid this kind of egg pain.

The actions of the armored train made the NKVD lieutenant look at him more, and it was clear that the lieutenant also found out that this was a smart man, but whether this smart man could complete the mission and come back alive is only known to God.

The second assault began, and compared to the previous one, the more advantageous situation was that the tanks were closer and did not need to be exposed to enemy fire for a long time, which increased the chances of survival. It's just the same danger, for example, the lucky one who came back alive was struck by a bullet and his head exploded after jumping out of the trench for the second time.

To be honest, being shot directly in the head on the battlefield is a more comfortable way to die, the pain is short and there is no need to be tortured, while others die more painfully, such as the Molotov cocktail was blown up and burned alive, such as being blown off by a cannon at the foot of half of the body, and the one mixed with garlic was crushed alive by the tank. All in all, there are endless painful ways to die on the battlefield, depending on whether you have enough ideas.

Of course, if you want to survive on the brutal battlefield, luck alone is not enough, luck and character are the same thing, use a little less, and when you run out, it will still be a death. The soldiers who have really survived a hundred battles have accumulated rich combat experience and mastered a set of methods to avoid death before their character is defeated.

For example, the armored train, he is very smart, and as an armored soldier, he knows very well where the weakness of the tank is, and he must not stupidly rush at the tank, that is death. Instead, it is necessary to make reasonable use of tank crews to observe dead ends and advance in a roundabout way.

Holding two anti-tank grenades, the armored train tried to keep its body as low as possible and make reasonable use of the cover of the terrain to leap forward, running and observing, and when the attention of the German tank was completely drawn to the charging prisoners, he had successfully rounded the side. At this time, looking at the enemy tanks close at hand, the palms of the armored train were full of sweat, and it was a matter of life or death! (To be continued......)