My own war game

Chapter 392 Escape
About 140 kilometers northwest of Moscow is the small town of Klin.

It had just rained, and the country roads were soaked with soft yellow mud. The smell of livestock manure kept penetrating into my nose.

The loud speaker was playing the latest editorial from Pravda.

"A few days ago, after hearing a report made by Malenkov on behalf of the Presidium of the Central Committee on Beria's anti-Party and anti-state crimes of undermining the Soviet state in the interests of foreign capital and attempting to place the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs above the Soviet government and the Party... the Central Committee decided to remove Beria from the Central Committee and expel him as an enemy of the people..."

"We must strike resolutely at those who betray the motherland, work for foreign capitalists, and form a conspiracy of traitors who are hostile to the Soviet state..."

It's really ironic that Beria's grave has probably started to grow grass, but the criticism and characterization of him has just been completed.

Yulia pushed open the door of a suburban farm and looked around cautiously.

She wore a white scarf on her head, wrapping up her beautiful long hair. Her baggy cotton coat concealed her slender figure. The flat work shoes commonly worn by workers were now covered with mud marks. At this moment, she looked like a country peasant woman.

The girl quietly approached a wooden door, raised her right hand and knocked gently a few times.

"Who is it? This is a private farm and not open to the public!" the person inside said in an annoyed voice.

"I came from Moscow and brought some wine for old Sergei from Moscow." Yulia whispered into the crack of the door, and gestured with her hand to the glass bottle she brought.

"Old Sergey has no relatives in Moscow!" "They are not relatives, they are students."

"What kind of wine? French? Japanese?" "Neither. It's Chinese."

After a question and an answer, the wooden door in front of him opened and someone walked out.

The man was dressed in farm worker's clothes, but his back was straight and his every move revealed a military air.

"Director, what do you want me to do?" the man bowed and answered.

"Morishchenko, is what I want ready?" Yulia asked directly.

"Here are the things, take a look." The man handed over a box containing various supplies for survival in the wild, a few documents at the bottom of the box, and a little money.

"Where's Robrov? Didn't he arrive first?" Yulia asked while checking the box.

"He went to the town to make some purchases, and he also wanted to get the latest news." The man pulled open a fence as he spoke. "Director, please come this way. The car is parked in the back."

He was answered by a loaded pistol.

"Don't move!" The former female intelligence officer clenched the gun in her hand and pointed it at the man's back.

“Director, what are you doing? I’ve finally…” The other party seemed to be trying to explain.

"You are lying! Robrov died last week!" Yulia said.

"You know? Then there's nothing we can do." The smile on the man's face faded. Several other people came out from the ambush site around him, holding weapons and pointing their guns at the female intelligence officer.

"Sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing. The big shots in Moscow have a lot of questions for you, and they told us to try not to use violence." The man turned around, looking like he had the situation under control.

“Why betray your comrades?”

"It's nothing. Beria has fallen, but we still have to live." The man said indifferently.

"Biting your former comrades is a way to prove your loyalty to your new master?" Yulia's eyes were full of sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter. I advise you to put the gun down. You are not a combatant and we don't want to hurt you. Or do you think you can be faster than four people's bullets at the same time?" the man threatened lightly.

"Okay, I surrender." Without much hesitation or resistance, Yulia raised her hands holding the things after a little thought. The pistol fell to the ground, and the next second, the hand holding the bottle loosened again.

Boom! ! ! !

The sound of the bottle falling to the ground and the gunshot rang out almost simultaneously! A flower of blood instantly burst out from the brow of the man at the back.

Boom! Boom!
These agents didn't even have time to move their fingers before the flying bullets hit the vital parts of the remaining few people.

Three shots, three bodies fell to the ground.

Only the man in the front was left among the four people. Facing the incredible changes on the field, he raised his hands high.

One hundred and twenty meters away, Tanya took out a few peanuts from the bag beside her and threw them into her mouth.

As a stay-at-home foodie, she may be confused in her daily life, but as a warrior, the female sniper is invincible at this distance.

Yulia picked up the pistol and pointed it at the only man standing in the field again. "You'd better cooperate, or do you think you can shoot better than me?"

The corpse on the ground proved that her words were not empty threats.

Two hours later, in a cave in the jungle.

Yulia spread the blanket on the ground and emptied the contents of the box, which contained some compressed food and tin cans.

Tanya, who was standing by, controlled the prisoner with his hands and feet tied and threw him into a corner of the cave.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong." Yulia said to her bodyguard.

"When I was a child, I helped my grandfather drag wild boars." Tanya said indifferently, then picked up a piece of compressed biscuit and started to eat it again.

Dragging a wild boar... Yulia looked at the prisoner on the ground and found that his clothes were torn in several places and there were bruises on his face. It turned out that Tanya had dragged him all the way back.

Yulia picked up a biscuit and handed it to the prisoner, who took a look at it and swallowed it whole.

"Morishchenko, I hope we can solve the problem peacefully. Let's start with the simplest one. How many people are coming with you this time?" The female intelligence officer began her interrogation.

The man was still cooperative at this point. He sighed and said, "There were four. Now I'm the only one left."

"Good, that's a good start. Could you tell me the contact codes with other stations, the code books, and the surrounding personnel arrangements? Oh, and the specific orders from the superiors," Yulia continued to ask.

The man was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head. "I can't tell you. I have family in Moscow. If I tell you, everything will be over."

The female intelligence officer looked into the other person's eyes, and after confirming that the prisoner was not going to cooperate, she said to the girl next to her, "Tania, go out and keep watch, and see if anyone comes."

"Yeah, okay." Tanya brushed off the grass debris on her body, turned around and walked out of the cave briskly.

Yulia glanced at the man's lower body, picked up a can beside her, pried off an irregular piece of iron sheet with a knife, and then held it between her fingers.

She took a deep breath, stared into the man's eyes and said, "My grades in torture are only average, and I can't control my strength very accurately. If you can't hold on any longer, tell me as soon as possible."

The woman began to apply slight force on her hands.

ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The man's miserable cry echoed in the cave, scaring away a group of sparrows on the branches.

(End of this chapter)