Next to it, a thin donkey was caught by the reins, and its owner was nowhere to be seen. Katyusha rudely took it over and dragged Mikiyan to the donkey’s back with difficulty.
When passing by the woman, Katyusha found that the baby in this woman’s arms was dead. She cast a sympathetic look at her, but the woman’s eyes were gloomy and indifferent … indifferent.
The shaking of the donkey’s back made Mikiyan have a little consciousness. Some strange and familiar sounds seemed to be noisy somewhere outside him, but they could not enter his consciousness. Katyusha’s crazy and frightened eyes seemed to be flashing somewhere in the distance. His old headmaster, Alana, was so big that he was shaking and spinning in front of him.
Mikiyan woke up and had another night’s rest. At dawn, he regained a little strength. He tried to hold his head and slap his broad hand against his hot and purple face. He felt his eyes oozing blood. He felt as if there was a thin curtain separating him from the whole marginal and erratic world, which seemed to stand on end to break free from his feet.
A rough man put Mickey on the scooter, but Mickey Yang resisted "No! Wait! Who are you? ….. Where is Katyusha? " Mickey Yang dreamily said, "… I’m the monitor of the Red Guards … Give me a machine gun … and I will be able to wipe out these guys-comrades, shoot at my command! Aim at them and shoot! It’s too much to shoot the China people’s department. It killed our brothers’ department …… Katyusha? ….. "Mickey Yangsha dumb muttered his hand out of the man’s hand.
"Are you looking for your daughter-in-law? She sent you here, and she fell ill herself … "A man said.
A carriage next to Mikiyan saw Katyusha. She lay quietly on the big board and then walked forward. Mikiyan fell into a semi-confused state again. For a while, he could still smell a mixed and unpleasant smell. He felt terrible and tried to keep himself awake and control himself. But then he slowly sank into an expansive darkness. Somewhere in the high place, there was a small piece dyed sky blue, and something burned. There was a golden flash, which flashed with twists and turns.
When Mikiyan came to his senses, he found himself in a simple hospital where there were many wounded people, but most of them were civilians, women, children and soldiers, but few of them were.
Mikiyan looked out of the window and saw a familiar figure. She was wearing a white nurse’s suit and had just harvested the wheat field outside. Katyusha took a stick to aim at her vertically. She didn’t have a gun, but she didn’t relax in practicing marksmanship and that persistence.
After a while, Katyusha tried to practice marksmanship while working as a nurse. She tried every means to exercise her wrist and elbow constantly under all conditions. When cooking, she also picked up a fire stick and aimed at the circle on the wall of the painting academy …
Everyone in the hospital called her "a crazy girl is obsessed with guns!" " Sometimes when I walk to the farm and the street, Katyusha playfully sticks at pedestrians walking back and forth. Pedestrians usually smile when they see her sticks, and she sometimes smiles.
She always takes every opportunity to practice kneeling, vertical, horizontal and sitting, and seriously practices all kinds of shooting positions. She is always surrounded by a group of children.
More than a dozen miles away, guns roared in Moscow all night, and far away, I saw that the city was shrouded in a cloud of smoke, and the fire flashed and shone in the smoke. From time to time, a group of planes flew from the horizon and dropped a batch of bombs, then disappeared into the dark clouds like bats.
Moscow is like a melting pot, attracting young people from Moscow to the west Russia. They are sent to the front line in batches to defend this great city.
Katyusha also belongs to such a young man. Three months after the battle of Moscow, she and Mikiyan were once again organized into a former army and came to Moscow.
In the three-month-long battle, Soviet Russia paid a huge price in life, and the whole of Moscow was filled with corpses and dyed red with blood.
Attacking a city for three months has never happened to the Chinese team, even in fierce battles like those in Europe and France. In this case, in addition to the Soviet Russians constantly deploying personnel from all over the country at all costs, there are also Chinese teams. The reason why a battlefield like this can attract the Soviet Russians and destroy them is an excellent opportunity, which is better than guerrilla warfare with the Russians.
The strategy of the Chinese team is to make Moscow a flesh-and-blood mill and let the Russians shed their blood here.
And the Russian abacus is similar. They regard Moscow as a manifestation of their will and tell China that they will never give up even if they shed their last drop of blood!
And Zhang Yiping’s bad temper is that let you shed your last drop of blood!
This is a battle of wills to see who can’t hold back first.
Mikiyan and Katyusha along the Volga River, together with many young people, took a wooden boat and sailed across the Volga River. The shells screamed horribly and smashed into the river. The river was exploded like a boiling oil pan. A wooden boat was hit by shells, and the victims were smashed into pieces in an instant. Soldiers were thrown into the sky like dumplings and then slammed into the river. They were drowned by high waves of half a man, and they were never seen floating again.
The artillery shells stopped, and there was a buzz the day after tomorrow. Dozens of planes descended on the plane, and the machine guns fired like a fire-linked elastic belt, tearing the wooden boat in half. Unfortunately, the soldiers were hit by bullets, and the places where they were hit turned into pieces of meat, and the pieces of meat flowed into the Volga River.
There was a layer of dead bodies floating on the Volga River, and the river turned dark red, while more wooden boats braved the bombing of planes and shells from China to row across the river one after another, and then a small number of people in the river sank to the other side smoothly, and more of them became dead bodies and drifted along the river to the tourist area.
Mikiyan and Katyusha were lucky enough to reach the other side. As soon as they climbed the other side, a political worker gave each of them five rounds of ammunition. They gave a big clap on the back and shouted, "Go ahead, charge and attack the people of China … Let them know that we are good …"
Katyusha roared, "I need a rifle. I really need a rifle …"
Political workers hand pistol in front of her and roared, "If you want a gun, you should go to China-kill them, brick your teeth and then take their guns …"
Mikiyan and Katyusha grabbed five rounds in their hands, and the people behind them rushed forward. In the * * team, the dense artillery fire intercepted their attack. The Red Guards rushed forward. When they broke through the barrage of artillery shells, they hit the China gunmen head on … The people behind them rushed to pick up their comrades’ guns and continue to rush forward … But it is impossible to break through the China gun array. No army in this world can do it. No matter how brave or determined, the front of the bullets will eventually be shattered.
The Soviet Red Guards surged in and eventually fell down. Soldiers’ bodies were covered with street ruins and squares. China people’s guns were no longer dense. Occasionally, they fired a few shots. They slowly cleared those soldiers who were not dead. When they saw the body, they made up one shot, groaned and made up another. For them, it was very abundant to play.
Then there was another attack, and then it fell silent, and then there was another charge and end, and then everything seemed to be calm again.
In a gun pit, Mikiyan and Katyusha fell to the ground and charged. Mikiyan pulled Katyusha here and held Katyusha so hard that she wouldn’t rush out. If not, it is estimated that Katyusha was killed like others.
I want a gun! Katyusha kept calling that she was going straight ahead, not really charging, but hoping to find a rifle, but she didn’t get what she wanted until now.
In the next few charges, her gun pit was filled with soldiers’ bodies. However, none of these bodies had a gun. They clung to five rounds of ammunition in their hands, as if they were porters for China. They were killed halfway by China people who didn’t appreciate them.
It was not until late that Mikiyan and Katyusha climbed out of the corpse pile and saw the faint moonlight. The corpse was covered with a thick floor. They slowly climbed over the corpse pile and came to a street garden. The statue behind a pedestal had been blown up, but the marble pedestal was still surrounded by the corpse, which smelled like blood like fishermen drying salted fish.
Katyusha touched a cold iron pipe everywhere. In her hand, she exclaimed, "Rifle!" Hurriedly pulled it out. It was indeed a rifle. A Russian rifle was covered with blood.
Katyusha didn’t care so much to put the bomb into the back of the magazine base and stretched it out. However, a bomb was shot from the darkness. When the marble base was broken, Mars splashed. Katyusha quickly shrank back and didn’t dare to move until late at night before she dared to slowly raise her head.
Katyusha quietly poked her head out among the hidden corpses. She wanted to kill several enemies, but the other one was from China. She had learned more than once that China people were powerful and almost died just now, but the persistence in her heart would never give up easily.
In the dark, she kept changing positions, and finally she found an excellent position in the early hours of the morning. However, her fear of China gunmen made her extremely careful. Because she wanted a gun, the enemy would find China personnel, and she would die. Katyusha picked up the gun several times and put sweat on her clothes.
"How can you be sure?" A voice came from behind. Katyusha looked at Mikiyan’s face covered with blood. There was a young officer behind him. "There is a secret passage from which we can retreat." The young officer said, "I am Lieutenant Rozov’s 39th Corps …"
"Let’s go. Don’t let China people find out that we can’t beat them. They’ll find us. They can know where the bullet came from with their eyes closed. After you shoot, you should lie down and transfer whether you miss it or not!" Rozov said.