Chapter 260

The efficiency of the guard even was quite high. It took no time to borrow the pickaxe and shovel needed for digging. After they arrived at the position that Polina pointed out to us just now, with Yushchenko's order, seven or eight soldiers began to dig.

After a few planing, half of the rope came out of the clay. Yushchenko, who was in command at one side, called out: "wait a minute, don't dig, stop, stop!"

I glared at Yushchenko discontentedly and asked him, "Comrade captain, why do you stop the soldiers?"

Yushchenko pointed to the exposed half of the rope and said, "Sir, please have a look. This pit is just a layer of topsoil covered. If we dig it with tools, it will easily damage the remains of the martyrs. "

Listening to his explanation, I hesitated, frowned and asked for his advice: "what do you say to do?"

He squatted down and began to pull the clay buried in the rope with his hands. When the soldiers around saw him doing so, they immediately understood his intention and squatted down one after another to pull the clay in the pit with their hands.

In a short time, a female corpse was exposed from the surface soil. Her skin was black, and her head was seriously tilted to one side because she had been hanging on the gallows for a long time. Her hands were tied upside down, her blouse was open, her petite chest was exposed, her left breast had been cut off, and there was a huge black hole in her left chest.

When I saw the damaged body, my chest was filled with anger. I turned to look at Polina who was standing beside me in a daze and asked viciously, "Polina, can you tell me what's going on?"

Polina looked at the woman's corpse, and she could not help shivering. She didn't hear my question until I grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her hard. Then she came back and told me the whole story.

"I heard that the girl was arrested while trying to burn down the German stables. After she was caught, the Germans took her home in Voronin, and a group of damned German soldiers took off her warm boots and warm clothes, and ruined her. Later, I heard that the hostess of the family, evdorkia Petrovna Voronin, said that after the Germans had abused her, they had asked her to go to a cold room to be interrogated by a German officer barefoot and only in thin clothes. "

When I heard this, I couldn't help gnashing my teeth and asked her, "do you know the name of that damned officer?"

Polina thought about it, and then said in an uncertain tone, "I seem to hear the German soldiers call him to stay in lieutenant colonel Jerrell. According to my husband, this officer is a commander."

"Do you know the name of this girl?"

Polina replied: "when the German interrogated her and asked her name, she replied that her name was' Danniang '. During the two-hour interrogation, she was very tenacious. This trial lasted more than two hours. When answering questions about her comrades, the base of her guerrillas and their leaders, he always said in general: No, I don't know. I won't tell you. The German lieutenant commander became angry and ordered the soldiers to tie her to the bench and beat her with a belt, but she still kept silent and didn't tell them any valuable information

"And then?"

"Then she was sent to my home by the Germans. At that time, there were 26 German soldiers living in my home. They ravaged her like crazy all night... When she woke up from coma and wanted to drink water, my husband kuric brought her a bowl of water. As a result, they knocked her down and put the kerosene lamp on her face to burn her. Later, other German soldiers went to sleep, and the sentry on guard pulled her into the snow and walked barefoot for more than an hour.... "

As I listened to Polina, I bit my lips until my tongue was salty with blood. But I tried to control my emotions and let Polina tell the whole story.

"... the next day, it was clear that Danniang was taken to trial again, but the enemy still got nothing. So the German lieutenant commander ordered her to be taken to the square and put to death by hanging a wooden card on her chest with the words "arsonist." At this point, Polina couldn't help wiping her tears. "She broke away from two soldiers holding her and walked calmly to the gallows. All around her were German soldiers. All the people in our village were driven to watch the execution. Before the sacrifice, Danniang exclaimed: "we are not alone. We have 200 million people. The enemy can't hang us all! The people will avenge me! German devils, it's not too late for you to surrender. The final victory must be ours! " When the rope was tied around her neck, she yelled to us: "comrades, why are you so sad? You know, I'm not afraid of death. I'm happy to die for my motherland and people. Farewell, comrades, strike hard. Stalin is coming. Stalin is with us. " Before she finished shouting, the German soldier kicked off the ammunition box under her feet... "

"Enough, no more." At this moment, I already know who the girl who died is. Danniang is just the name of a heroine she worships during the civil war. Her real name is Zhuoya kosmojeanskaya. Seeing Zhuoya's severely damaged body and hearing her tragic experience, the last calm in my heart was dissipated by nameless anger!

I took the assault rifle off my back and strode angrily towards the captured German soldiers. Yushchenko and a group of security soldiers trotted to follow“ Stand up to anyone who has abused that girl I stood in front of the squatting prisoner and cried out. The German soldiers squatting on the ground heard my cry and looked up at me blankly, but no one spoke. Yushchenko stood beside me and carefully reminded me, "Comrade teacher, maybe they don't understand Russian, you must calm down..." I raised my hand to signal Yushchenko to shut up, and then pointed to the nearest prisoner and ordered my men to bring him to me. When the prisoner, who was a head higher than me, stood trembling in front of me, I clenched my back teeth and asked, "who ruined that girl that day?" The prisoner looked at me nervously and grunted in German. MD, what are you talking about? I can't understand a word. I didn't talk to him anymore. I raised my hand and shot him in the head. After the gunshot, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon. Red blood and gray brain splashed all over the German army. I didn't want to be called any more. I went into the group of prisoners with an assault rifle. I picked a prisoner who was closer to me. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his head. I bowed my head and asked, "who has abused that girl?" Maybe it was the decisiveness when I shot just now, coupled with the black muzzle aiming at him at the moment, which frightened the prisoner. His lips trembled for a moment, and finally spit out two words: "I know..." but I didn't care what he knew, and I pulled the trigger without any influence. The deterrent effect of shooting in the captive group was excellent. The German soldiers squatting around couldn't dodge. They were all covered with splashed blood. It is estimated that no matter how many people are used to killing and felling, they will be scared to see such unreasonable killing as me. After the second shot, it occurred to me that the prisoner was shouting Russian just now. But he's been shot in the head by me. It's just bad luck for him. This time, I pointed the gun directly at a prisoner on the side and asked impatiently, "do you know the answer I want to know?" Looking at the muzzle of the black hole aimed at his forehead, the prisoner did not hesitate, but just cried out: "I know, I know." At the critical moment of life and death, the Russian language is actually correct. I hung down the muzzle of the gun and said coldly, "then point out those people." The prisoner looked around, then pointed to the German corpses piled up in a corner of the square and said to me, "Miss general, those people were killed by your people there." All dead? There are dozens of people, they all died? MD, you dare to play with me. When I heard him say that, I was so angry that I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger again and blow his head out. When I was about to find the next victim, Yushchenko and lesdayev rushed up, took my hand from left to right, and said, "Sir, please calm down. You are like a wild animal now. You see, even the villagers who come to watch are scared by you. " I was shocked and couldn't help looking around. In the distance, the villagers, including Polina, were staring at me. They looked away, lowered their heads and shivered. In this short glance, I saw the boundless fear in their eyes! I struggled. Yushchenko and lesdayev held me tighter and pulled me back desperately. I breathed out a long breath and gave a loud order to the soldiers standing around me, which was enough to make me doomed, but I would never regret: "all of you, aim at the bandits in front of you, fire! Kill all and leave none With my order, the soldiers around took up their rifles, submachine guns and machine guns and immediately opened fire on the German prisoners squatting in the middle of the square. Many prisoners were knocked down by random guns before they recovered. Occasionally, a few responsive prisoners stood up and tried to escape. Without running for a few steps, they were hit by the dense bullets and fell to the ground with crazy convulsions. In just a minute or two, the soldiers had run out of bullets in their guns, and the German prisoners who had squatted in the middle of the square had turned into smelly corpses. Some soldiers, who were determined to carry out the orders, went in with guns and carefully examined every corpse. When they found that there was still air, they put on a shot or stabbed a bayonet. Seeing that the matter was irreparable, Yushchenko and lesdayev reluctantly released me and stood in the same place, looking down and sighing. Because our attention was attracted by everything in front of us, we didn't pay any attention to ellenburg, who was supposed to be interviewed by the political commissar and his troops, came behind us, secretly photographed the scene of the bloody massacre with a camera, and then quietly turned away.