My own war game

Chapter 134 Guerrillas, our own people?
The armed men from both sides, both in plain clothes, met in front of the cave.

There were three people on He Chi's side, and on the other side was a team of five people, four men and one woman.

"Davari! Are you from Kiev? Great!" The tall man leading the group on the opposite side walked over excitedly and wanted to shake He Chi's hand.

He Chi shook hands with the other party and then let go. "Who are you?"

"We also came from Kiev. There are Germans everywhere and everyone has been scattered. Is there anything to eat? We haven't eaten for a long time." The other person's face was covered in dust when he spoke, and it was obvious that he had traveled a long way.

"Yes, wait a moment." He Chi turned around and went back into the cave, took out some black bread and distributed it to several people, but secretly hid the dried meat.

The leader took the black bread and tore off a large piece, chewing it in big mouthfuls. "Thank you! Davari, we have been dealing with the Germans for a whole day, and we haven't had a rest yet."

Several other people also took the black bread, but they didn't taste as sweet, especially the female soldier who only tasted a small piece and didn't eat any more.

"Comrade, what's the situation at the 26th Army?" He Chi asked casually.

"It's terrible. When we came here, the Germans had already surrounded the 26th Army. We can't get in at all. We can only take a detour back from here." The other person answered while eating.

"We are going back too. Do you want to go together?" He Chi took the initiative to invite.

"That's great. With experienced fighters like you, the road will be much safer." The other party extended his hand again. "Meet Nukamolenko, the guerrilla leader."

"Nice to meet you, He Chi, Sergeant of the 4th Guards."

"Where are the other two ladies? Why aren't they talking?" The other person looked at Tanya and Leah in the cave.

"They are not soldiers, but civilians I met by chance on the road. I plan to take them back with me."

"So that's how it is. You've worked really hard." Nukamolenko was obviously relieved. Then he glanced at the Luger P08 pistol in He Chi's hand and said, "Davri, you have a good gun!"

"This is a trophy. I spent a lot of effort to get it." The Oriental man said complacently, and handed the gun to the other party to let him play with it, and also said, "Please be careful not to accidentally discharge it, it is loaded with bullets."

Nukamolenko praised the gun and said to the people behind him, "Okay, everyone, spread out and take a rest. We will be on the road soon."

The remaining four people scattered and found places, and intentionally or unintentionally surrounded the periphery of the cave.

"Oh, by the way, I have something here that I got from the Germans. You will definitely be interested." The Oriental man seemed to suddenly remember something, felt around in his arms, and stretched his hand in front of several people.

Two people came over subconsciously, and someone casually asked, "What is it?"

"Yes…"

"Ticket to the Styx!!!"

He Chi suddenly jumped up and slashed the two people in front of him with the sharp blade in his hand.

One person had his throat cut directly, while the other reacted a little faster and stretched out his arm to block it.

Puff!!!! Blood splattered everywhere, and someone suddenly grew a few centimeters taller, but only part of the body.

The incident happened so suddenly that just as others reacted, Nukamolenko raised the Luger pistol in his hand, pulled the trigger at He Chi, and then he was stunned.

The chamber was empty.

Before he could draw his weapon again, the Oriental swung his right hand, and a bayonet flew out and pierced Nukamolenko's shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"He has no weapon! Come on! Kill him!" The injured man who fell to the ground shouted, covering his shoulder.

The strongest man in the team rushed forward with a dagger drawn. When the two men were less than half a meter apart, the Oriental man produced a silver-white revolver from somewhere and pointed the muzzle at the man's open chest.

BANG!!! A huge sound was heard, and the nearly 1.9-meter-tall giant was knocked back, with a bloody hole on his chest.

The only remaining woman no longer cared about accidental injuries and raised the Tokarev submachine gun in her hand.

boom! ! ! !

There was a flash of fire in the cave, and a cloud of blood appeared above the head of the female submachine gunner. She swayed twice on the spot, and then fell straight to the ground.

All five people were knocked down in an instant.

Unlike Tanya who picked up a weapon to help, Leah was obviously at a loss when faced with the sudden gunfight. Looking at He Chi who suddenly turned into a killing god, she showed a horrified expression on her face, "What happened? Why are you shooting?!"

"You have to ask him about that." He Chi turned the gun and pointed it at Nukamolenko who was lying on the ground.

"You are indeed the guerrilla leader, but I'm afraid you are not from Kiev? Let me guess, the Ukrainian Liberation Army?"

Nukamolenko sat on the ground, breathing heavily, and did not answer, but his expression showed assent.

During World War II, Ukraine had a very special force, the Ukrainian Liberation Army, whose characteristic was that they were particularly "tough".

They were composed of native Ukrainian nationalists and were funded and trained by the Germans.

At the beginning, they were a bit similar to the "Imperial Army" in China. They cooperated with the Germans to attack the Soviet Union and served as guides and identified local resistance elements. They looked like the so-called "Soviet traitors."

But by 1943, as the Germans plundered resources, especially food, in Ukraine, they discovered that the Germans were also invaders, so they began to attack the Germans while fighting the Soviets.

It declared war on the two opposing military powers in the world at the same time. There is no other armed organization that is as "tough" as this one in the same period.

"How did you know that?" Nukamolenko asked through gritted teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his head.

"I've dealt with the Germans quite a lot. People who have received German training will have some traces of tactical movements. Although you have switched to Soviet weapons, it's not hard to see your habits in movements."

"Is that why?"

"Of course not. Your people are used to eating food supplied by Germany, and they can't swallow black bread." He Chi pointed at the guys lying on the ground.

"The most important thing is, when will a guerrilla leader be able to fully grasp the news that the 26th Army was surrounded? Unless the Germans told you themselves."

"So what if you know? I won't say anything!" Nukamolenko turned his head away with an uncooperative attitude.

"I don't need your cooperation." He Chi began to search the pockets of the fallen man.

He took out a certificate.

"Oh? You can speak four languages ​​and work as a part-time translator in the army? I didn't expect you to be a high-level talent." The Oriental man said in a teasing tone while holding his ID, and then picked up a knife and approached the other party.

Nukamolenko clenched his teeth, but found that the other party was not here to torture him, but to gently shave off his facial hair.

He Chi picked up something and fiddled with it for a while, and soon a face that looked at least 6% like his own appeared in front of Nukamolenko.

"Who are you?!" Nukamolenko asked in surprise.

"Guess it?"

"Are you one of those bastards from the Cheka?!" Nukamolenko roared emotionally.

The Oriental man smiled mysteriously and did not answer him.

(End of this chapter)