81_81266In a forest in Poland, a handsome-looking young man sat on a boulder. He was dressed in an old Polish military uniform and carried a camera case around his neck, which was covered in scars and seemed to be some years old. He rubbed a yellowed photograph in his hand. His eyes were so soft that he looked as if he was caressing his lover.

It's indeed a girl in the photo, smiling very sweetly. However, this photo was obviously not taken with the girl's knowledge, because the angle was a little off, and the girl did not pay attention to the camera, but naturally spoke to an old woman.

"Cook, let's go!" shouted a man with a rifle not far away.

The young man sitting on the boulder put away the photo, put the rifle on his shoulder, and then quickly jumped off the stone and caught up with his comrades who had already gone away. They were partisans in the woods, and they proved to the Germans one thing with their actions, that is, not all Poles wanted to be slaves.

These days they were getting harder and harder, because the cold winter had depleted their food, and the other day this partisan force of about 100 men had done something earth-shattering, and they had robbed a German convoy.

Unfortunately, the convoy of transports escorted supplies with cotton clothes and some spare parts for cars, so they also did not find anything useful to replenish themselves. The partisans burned the pieces and retreated into the forests of western Poland once more.

It may have been that this attack angered the Germans, or it could have been that their activities had finally attracted the attention of the Germans, so soon the Germans began to search frequently in the areas where they were infested. These Germans were armed with armored vehicles and mortars, and their firepower was much more powerful than that of the partisans, so after Cook's partisan group lost some of its men, it had to hide from these German encirclement troops.

People always have to eat, and the guerrillas are not immortals. They were now running out of ammunition, so they had to organize an adventure to collect some food from nearby villages and farmhouses.

The German army's methods of dealing with the guerrillas can be described as varied, and these countermeasures, which were later summed up by countless military experts in the world, directly enabled the German army to skip the stage of exploration and study and enter a very systematic mode of encirclement and suppression.

The Germans used the capture of Polish and French armoured trains to protect their railway transport system, which were somewhat outdated for front-line operations, but were still very sharp weapons against the partisans who sabotaged the railways. The train was also equipped with armoured vehicles for pursuit and artillery for support, making it a mobile fortress for the guerrillas, who lacked heavy weapons.

The Germans then adopted Japan's notorious method of centralized reclamation to concentrate Polish natives to create a no-man's land and destroy the living environment of the local partisans. Of course, this method was not used much by the German army, mainly near the mountains.

In addition, under Accardo's instructions, the German army set up mountain warfare special forces on the basis of the original mountain divisions, and these special forces were based on companies, with radio communication equipment and various special operations equipment, and with the cooperation of the air force and artillery, they specialized in encirclement and suppression operations, causing a large number of losses to the local Polish partisans.

Cook's force is already the largest guerrilla organization within a radius of hundreds of miles, and a few days ago they had 130 men, and although they had suffered setbacks, they still had more than 100 men.

Cook followed his captain back to their carefully arranged camp, and several soldiers who stood guard quickly gathered around and asked them about their plans for today's battle. The captain smiled, and then said to some of his men, "Let's go to the village of Taal in the west today, and see if we can borrow food." ”

Cook was stunned for a moment, then looked at his captain, the captain looked at him and smiled, and then put it in Cook's ear, and whispered: "I can only help you get here, what do you say after seeing the girl, then you can only rely on yourself!"

When they heard that they were going to raise food, everyone immediately came to their senses, and more than a dozen soldiers enthusiastically signed up, hoping that they could go with them. In fact, these old partisans knew in their hearts that they could often find something to eat when they entered the village, and the Polish natives would squeeze out a little food for the partisans anyway - but sometimes it was too little, and it could be eaten on the spot and not taken back to the camp.

At this time, the captain has no good way to do it, so he can only let everyone go together. A dozen hungry and thin-skinned men were forcibly left to guard the camp, and the remaining 80 or so moved together in a long procession towards the village of Taar.

"How do you know that girl?" the captain walked a little further in the middle of the group, chatting with Cook beside him. The whole partisan detachment was a good player in the woods, some were responsible for opening the way and some were responsible for guarding the surroundings, and they seemed to be much more powerful than their predecessor, the "Polish Army".

"I'm from Taal Village, Captain. Cook walked through the woods with his rifle on his back, and replied to the captain beside him, "I grew up with her, and she always smiled happily and fascinated me like the sun in the sky." ”

"Go and make it clear to the girl, we people, there is no tomorrow today, even if the girl doesn't mind, we have to give someone an explanation. The captain habitually touched the pocket of his jacket, only to find that his cigarette had long since been smoked.

He smiled wryly, then reached out and pulled a twig from a nearby branch and held it in his mouth.

"Captain, I know. I couldn't give her happiness, so I didn't tell her what I thought. One day we will kick the Germans out of our homeland, and I will marry her again and give her the happiest life in the world. Cook said to his chief with a smile.

As they spoke, they came to the edge of the jungle and saw the small village of Taal in the distance. It was one of the few small villages that the Germans did not evacuate, and the people in it had to pay regular taxes to strengthen the local security under German control.

From time to time, the guerrillas returned to the village to stay, but it was all in order. After all, rabbits don't eat the grass next to their nests, so the village of Taal has spent a cold winter peacefully, and then spent the first spring as a German peacefully.

When this guerrilla force appeared at the entrance of the village, the people of the village came out to see these people. An old man recognized Cook, cried and took Cook's hand, and recounted his misfortune. It turned out that the old man's son had died in the German occupation of Poland, and he was also classified as an inferior population and deprived of his original arable land.

This is the sorrow of the poor working people in the periphery under the state of war. In fact, everyone knows that their life is not so miserable, but they still have to pretend to be as they should be when they come -- when the guerrillas come, they cry that they have been robbed of their land by the Germans, and when the Germans come, they hang a swastika flag at the entrance of the village, and when no one comes, they live their lives as usual.

"There shouldn't be much food here. As an old guerrilla, the captain knew that the village was not rich after just one glance, so he said to one of his subordinates: "If you can get some food, you can get some food, everyone will eat in the village, and then go to the next village to see ......"

The subordinate also knew what he should do: "Leave us something to eat, and I'll take someone around to keep an eye." ”

Cook soon walked to the door of the girl he had a crush on, and looking at the familiar door, Cook suddenly felt the urge to cry. It was from here that he went out to Warsaw to work as a newspaper boy, and then because of his literacy, he worked as a photographer step by step, and then returned to his hometown because of the war, and secretly took that cherished photo.

The young girl of the year has now become a beautiful girl. But his dangerous identity made Cook really dare not show his heart to the girl. He only dared to stand outside the courtyard gate so silently, looking at his familiar Qiē in a daze. Is she married? Does she remember the little boy?

The mottled courtyard walls made Cook feel sad for a long time, and he didn't even know when his comrades around him would leave him. Sighing helplessly, Cook once again pulled out the picture in his breast pocket and looked at the girl, envious of the smile on her face.

The corners of his mouth were full of bitterness, and Cook took the photo and turned around in a dejected manner. It can be regarded as a farewell, farewell to this extravagant love, farewell to the person who was once in love, and farewell to the young self. From this moment on, forget about those unrealistic fantasies and be an honest guerrilla fighter and fight back against the invaders you hate!

Thinking of this, he took a step to leave, but heard a sharp gunshot. Subconsciously shrunk his neck, he quickly took down the rifle he was carrying and held it in his hand, quickly bent down to find a side of the wall and leaned over, and then observed the surrounding situation.

Soon the guzzlers began to shoot out, apparently they had encountered a group of German soldiers. Cook didn't have time to think about it, so he ran to the center of the village with his gun in hand, because he had to join his teammates quickly to keep himself safe.

At the mouth of the alley he had just run away, a photo was lying alone on the ground, and the girl's smile was still bright, as if there was no trouble. With a gentle breeze, the photo is gently lifted and slowly fallen, this time with the back side up. On it was written a short message with a pen: "I want to drive away the enemy and then live happily with you." -- Cook. ”。