My own war game

Chapter 146 007 "Hit"
In the autumn of 1941, on the Voronezh Plain, a Horch 901 off-road vehicle was speeding on the bumpy road, raising clouds of dust behind it.

Although they had already left the German-occupied area, He Chi in the car was still feeling frightened.

He Chi miscalculated. He had thought that after the telephone communications were destroyed, the German command system would be in chaos for at least half a day before returning to normal.

But he overlooked one point, that is, during this period, thanks to the most cutting-edge radio technology and strong industrial productivity, the German Army's radio equipment had been deployed below the regimental level, and a strict radio communication system had been established.

This greatly shortened the time it took for the troops to reconnect in the event of the loss of the wired telephone. If it hadn't taken some time for the General Staff's guard unit to reconfirm Guderian's identity, they wouldn't even have had time to reach the ferry.

In the end, the group had to force their way through. If the Soviets had not happened to seize the bridge, they might not have been able to escape in the chaos.

Click! Click~click~click!

The car body began to shake continuously while moving.

"Bekelev, what's wrong? I feel the car is slowing down." He Chi asked the Soviet spy who was acting as a driver nearby.

"The engine isn't functioning properly. We need to stop and take a look." The other person shouted helplessly, covering his ears.

As soon as he finished speaking, the SUV groaned and stopped on the side of the road, motionless.

Lying down.

He Chi got out of the car and opened the lid. A cloud of white smoke floated out, choking people and making them cough.

After the mist was dispersed, the front of the car was terribly hot. At this time, the female spy Yulia in the back row took the initiative to jump down to check the condition of the car. "There is no water in the water tank. It may have been hit when escaping just now."

Then she looked at it again and shook her head. "It's hopeless! There's no coolant. The engine must have burned out completely."

"When Yulia was in the NKVD, she got full marks in mechanical maintenance and dynamics courses," the driver explained, and incidentally issued a death sentence for the car.

Fortunately, this was no longer a German-controlled area. Several people took off their camouflage German uniforms, abandoned their cars and walked.

There was a field all around, filled with tall stalks of corn that were more than a person tall. The golden ears of corn swayed in the wind, but when I looked up, I didn't see anyone else.

"The villagers have probably already fled," said the male spy Beklev.

"Not necessarily. Maybe the villagers haven't gone far." Yulia denied it immediately. She bent down and grabbed a handful of soil. "Look, it hasn't rained recently, but there is still moisture in the soil below and there are no weeds. So at least a few days ago, there were still people working here."

Everyone looked at Yulia in surprise. This woman had the worst shooting skills, but unexpectedly had a wealth of knowledge and observation skills. She seemed to be very suitable to be a team commander.

It seems that she has her own strengths to be chosen by NKVD as an intelligence officer at this time.

"Since there are crops here, there must be houses. Let's take a short rest here tonight and then decide where to go." He Chi finally made up his mind.

Several people were walking in a cornfield that was taller than their heads. When they pushed aside the last piece of corn and walked out, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

Twenty or so houses gathered together to form a small village, and a small wooden sign was hung on a nail on the wooden fence.
"Red Star Collective Farm"

Although it is called a farm, there are no large livestock to be seen here. Even the tools are just a few pitchforks and shovels found in a house. There is not even a piece of firewood as daily necessities.

"Look what this is!" Leah's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

A few people ran out and found the girl standing in front of the village barn, pointing inside with surprised eyes.

Following the girl's finger, a shadow like a bullet head appeared inside - an early model of the I-16 single-wing fighter. How could a plane appear in the farm? Several people came over to take a look and found that there were several obvious bullet marks on the fuselage, and the tail was partially damaged.

"He must have been injured during the air battle with the Germans and was forced to land here, and was hidden by the villagers." Yulia made her own judgment.

When He Chi wanted to reach out and touch the plane, a sudden shout came from behind him.

"Don't touch it!"

A boy about 16 or 7 came out from the back of the warehouse with a shotgun in his hand.

The boy was barefoot and wearing linen clothes that looked like he was wearing a rag bag. He had a brown military cap on his head and his face was covered in dust.

He obviously wanted to appear calm, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Several people were stunned. He Chi stood in front of everyone and turned around and said, "We are not enemies. We just want to find a place to stay tonight."

Then He Chi asked again, "Are you the only one here?"

"Who said that? There are so many of us here!" the boy retorted loudly, but it sounded like he was trying to cover up his mistake.

"Okay, we surrender, what do you want us to do?" He Chi sighed and raised his hands.

“Uh…” When it comes to this, the boy himself is confused. He rushed out relying on his courage without thinking too much. Now that the other party has raised his hands in surrender, he doesn’t know what to do.

"How about we hand over our weapons first?" The Oriental man had no choice but to give the other party a suggestion.

"Oh, yes, throw the weapon over here, don't try to play tricks! I will shoot!" the boy answered in a strong voice.

"Oh, then you take it!" He Chi raised his hand and threw out a silver pistol.

Seeing the thing flying over, the boy subconsciously reached out to catch it.

At this time, the Oriental man who was standing in front of him closed the distance between the two people like a ghost. In the boy's surprised eyes, he lightly raised his hand and took away the shotgun from the other's hand.

Then, while the boy was distracted, He Chi picked up the revolver he had thrown and pointed both guns at him at the same time.

"Gurgle~" Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the boy felt his throat tighten and swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

蹦~
A stone hit He Chi.

"Don't bully him!" A childish voice sounded from the other side of the warehouse, and then several stones were thrown over like raindrops.

There was a group of children, and the little girl who led the group in throwing stones was probably only 8 or 9 years old.

He Chi was stunned, and casually made a gun flower, deflecting a few attacking stones. Strictly speaking, this was the first time he was "hit" in the last two copies.

In other words, the famous 007 was killed for the first time by a child who was less than 10 years old, which made him smile inexplicably.

Seeing the strange smile on the face of the Oriental man holding the gun, the boy was terrified and shouted loudly, "Don't hurt them! We surrender!"

　The kindergarten urged us to submit the form, so I forgot to proofread the last chapter. There are 7 or 8 typos in the whole chapter. I apologize to the readers who read it first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)