On the outskirts of Moscow, a small farmstead, the morning is still so sunny, and although you can occasionally hear the distant hazy sound coming from the end of the earth, everything here still maintains that peace and tranquility. At least the war has not yet reached here, and the last time a foreign army passed through here was in the Napoleonic era.

Possession of the largest and deepest territory in the world has always been a matter of pride for the Soviet Union. This kind of thing can never be envied by other countries, just as these big countries in peacetime envy small countries and turn around. Don't really envy those small countries at every turn, how they can unite as one, because those small countries are also envious of the big country, the big land, the vast resources, and the large population.

However, when the tanks of the Third Reich stopped in Ukraine and completed the important task of defending the counterattack, Moscow was no longer an unattainable existence for Germany. After precise calculations, the German military has learned the farthest attack distance of its blitzkrieg, and the entire German army is like a precision machine, fighting the war that they are most likely to win with the rhythm they are best at.

A peasant woman, almost 55 years old, carrying a huge pitchfork, looked at the forest in the distance and frowned. Her two sons and a daughter had joined the Red Army, and even her poor husband, who was almost sixty years old, had already taken up his gun to defend his country.

So the only person left in the family who can work, or the only person left, is her. She needs to do the heavy work on her own to avoid losing the sheer swaths of her crop that she is about to harvest.

It's a pity that she can't help but not worry about the battle situation in front of her, the lack of news from her family is enough to worry her, and the news from the people passing by makes her even more worried. The Germans had already reached the north of Moscow, only a dozen kilometers away, and she had received the news from the passing army a day before, which had hurried to the Ivankov Reservoir line to prevent the Germans from crossing the reservoir and moving south to the Moscow Oblast.

Soon the dull sound of the earth being beaten by a huge drumstick was heard again. The peasant woman looked uneasily and heard that it was already full of German troops, and after thinking about it, she finally put down the farm tools in her hand and hurried back to her home.

After all, it was already the war years, and she had already packed up all the valuable things in her house and hid them under the several floors that had been hollowed out in her house. If something troublesome happens, she can leave this terrible place as quickly as she can, with the most money.

The woman who hurried home shoved a few slices of bread pressed under the plate into her mouth, then turned back to take out the burden and hide in a safer place. She had heard that the south and west were already all fronts, and that only by going east could there be a glimmer of life.

The premonition that had made her so uneasy came back to her mind again, and before she could take out her baggage, she heard a sharp knock at the door. At such times the knock on the door was so abrupt that it startled the poor peasant woman. But the rapid knocking did not stop, but grew faster and more dense.

The peasant woman had no choice but to give up the plan to take out the baggage, and after composing herself, she went to the door and opened her room, and then she saw a group of Soviet infantrymen, some with steel helmets, some with only a leather hat, in short, a group of soldiers covered in blood and dust, carrying a wounded man lying on a stretcher.

They didn't talk nonsense, they pushed the woman away, and spread the wounded man on the floor of the house, and several people went upstairs with leather boots and kicked the floor with a clangling sound.

"Is there any medicine?" a Soviet officer, who was still wrapped in bandages around his shoulders, leaned against the wall and gasped as he asked the peasant woman, who was shocked by the blood in front of her and what was happening, "Do you have any medicine here?"

"Whoa!" Before the woman could reply, a Soviet soldier with a machine gun smashed the window of the room, and pointed the pitch-black machine gun out of the shattered window and aimed it at the street ahead. His movements were so natural, as if he had never seen the owner of this room still here.

"Hey, I ask, do you have any medicine here?" the Soviet officer at the head looked a little impatient, for the snorting of the wounded officer at his feet was indeed annoying. He loudly pulled the peasant woman back to reality from the shock of the shattered glass, and then looked at the only unfortunate woman in the room who was not a soldier with a very bloody eye.

"I didn't ...... No!" the peasant woman hurriedly waved her hand. She didn't know why these people had rushed into her house and trampled on it so recklessly. After all, aren't they all Soviets? Why do they treat the common people of their homeland like this?

"The Germans crossed the Ivankov reservoir this morning, and here is already the front line. We were driven here by German tanks all the way from the reservoir line, so you are already on the front line of our Soviet Union!" the officer at the head opened his mouth for the longest time since he entered the room, and then closed his mouth.

Another soldier walked past the peasant woman and kindly reminded her: "Get out of here! In half an hour or a few minutes, there will be a large number of German troops here." We've been ordered to defend the line, but you don't have to die here. ”

At this time, a soldier hurried down from the upper floor, still holding the peasant woman's scarf hanging on the wall: "I have found this, Comrade Captain! There was nothing in this room, and they had set up a sniper position on the second floor. ”

"That's my scarf. The poor peasant woman squeezed out a very small plea from her mouth, but unfortunately her words had not yet landed, and the soldiers, who had not taken off their shoes after entering the house, trapped the scarf in the wounded officer on the stretcher.

"Huh?" As if hearing something, the soldier pressed his scarf to the bleeding wound and looked back at the peasant woman with a fierce look.

"Nothing...... There is also a small half-bottle of vodka in the kitchen. Hope it works somewhat. The woman pointed to the kitchen, and then closed her mouth in amusement.

"Get out of here!" said the officer, and then ignored the original owner of the room. The poor old woman, on the other hand, looked at the stretcher on the floor, sighed helplessly, turned around and pushed away the house where she had lived for decades.

As she walked out of the house, the old woman looked back at the distant woods, where the birds were flying in flocks, and where the trees in the distance had begun to shake slightly. Something was clearly coming from there, and she had felt that something wasn't quite right in that direction from the moment she had just started.

In the moments she was in a daze, a German Leopard tank painted in field camouflage broke a tree branch and rushed out of the woodland. For a rural woman who had never seen a Soviet tank, that huge war machine made of steel was indeed enough to have a shocking effect on her.

"Phew!" a Soviet soldier hiding behind a low wall opened fire on the German tank with his Mosin Nagant rifle. The bullet hit the front armor plate of that tank and was ejected for a long time. It was only after this shot that the peasant woman realized that the entire village was already full of Soviet soldiers.

The German tank apparently did not intend to be polite to the Soviets in the village, and the machine gun at the front of the hull immediately roared, and tracer bullets hit the fences and bushes at the edge of the village, sending the wood and plants into a splash. Soon the bullets hit the low wall where the firing Soviet infantryman was hiding, and in an instant sparks and brick splinters were splattered everywhere.

The peasant woman saw a Soviet soldier hiding in a gutter waving violently at her, shouting something loudly, because she couldn't hear the gunshots clearly. She set her eyes on the low wall that had been beaten out of white smoke, and found that the Soviet soldier who could not stand it could not stand it, rushed out of the low wall, hoping to escape to a safer place.

Unfortunately, the bullets did not let him go, and the bullets quickly pierced his stomach, then his shoulders and thighs, and in an instant he fell down with convulsions, and moved slightly on the ground without a sound.

The splashes of blood and the glittering tracer bullets finally made the peasant woman realize that her situation was very dangerous, so she forgot about the Soviet soldier waving at her in the ditch, ignored the gesture that made her find a way to hide, and turned and began to run in the opposite direction.

At the same moment, a second German tank, bursting out of the woods, aimed its thick barrel at the old woman's room in the village. With a loud bang, a grenade slammed directly into the corner of the house.

The blasted rubble and bricks flew everywhere, and the house was instantly covered by the rising dust, and the nearby Soviet firepower immediately lost its sound, and the battlefield was filled with white smoke and dust.

A Soviet soldier, armed with his own weapon, bent over the village road, with the body of the peasant woman lying at his feet. The shrapnel hit poor her, leaving her no longer tormented by this terrible war......