Chapter Ten: Nocturne
July 21, 1964, is a day that the Red Army can never forget. At this time and place, a group of troops from the old era relied on at least 20 years behind Tiger King armored tanks to completely defeat the Red Army's near-guard tank division, the "Red Flag 10th Tank Division". This battle made the Red Army's advanced iron-fist T-65 tanks all destroyed, with nearly 200 tanks being defeated and only one wounded commander tank left. Relying on the powerful firepower of the Tiger King and the overwhelming volume of the "Mouse"-style King Card tank behind it, this tank division of 10,000 people was defeated, leaving only a pitiful 200 or so people.
The result of this battle was not a crushing blow to the Red Army, but for the high-spirited Red Army, it was no less than being drenched in a basin of cold water on a freezing winter day, suddenly suppressing their high morale by one level.
But for the Allies, it was a huge piece of good news. The continuous failures in recent days had put the Allies in a slump, but this victory made them see the hope of winning for the first time, huh ~ originally the Red Army wasn't invincible after all.
With this in mind, the Allies quickly adjusted their state to respond to the Red Army's retaliatory strike. As for the Tiger King Tank Battalion (also known as the Ghost Legion), which made great contributions in this battle, Colonel Ingram of the Tiger King Tank Battalion only said calmly under the almost unreserved praise of General Bingham: "Is that so?"
Night fell, and a whole day of high-intensity military training had almost dismantled Xiao Bingjia's entire skeletal system.
He sat alone in an inconspicuous corner by the bonfire, quietly watching the enthusiastic mobilized soldiers singing and dancing around him. Next to him, the lovely nurse Vera was also silently wiping his wounds with medical alcohol.
The two of them now looked out of place with their quiet demeanor among the cheerful singing Red Army soldiers, but since they were sitting in a corner, no one noticed these two young yet mature boys who had been tempered by war.
The bonfire fluctuated with the music, and ten warriors surrounded a bonfire. A warrior sat comfortably on a pile of bonfires, blowing a vertical flute. Ten fingers stained with dust and blood rose and fell stiffly. The beautiful melody of "Moscow Night" came out from the flute intermittently.
This is the most common and favorite tune for Soviet soldiers.
"Hey, Comrade Nikolai, if you can't play it right, then don't play at all?" A slightly older soldier finally couldn't take it anymore, his ears couldn't withstand the torture.
"What can I do? Comrade class monitor, I just learned a little bit, it was those damned Americans who killed Brunhilda, she was the best flute player! Ah, Brunhilda, died so miserably, her family still has a 70-year-old mother and a 4-year-old child!"
The class monitor sighed and couldn't say anything more.
The atmosphere seemed somewhat dull.
"Let me try..."
"Who?" The class leader turned around, only to see a young soldier taking over the flute and starting to play.
The beautiful notes formed an even more beautiful song, the class leader and Nikolai both sat quietly down, enjoying the beautiful music.
The tune ended, and the flute player stood up and returned the flute to the class monitor.
"It's all right!" The class monitor waved his hand and handed the flute back to him. "What's your name?"
"Xiao Bing Jia... Military rank of Lieutenant, just arrived here last week..."
"Oh? Is that you? How did you end up here?" As soon as Nikolai mentioned the name Shao Bingjia, he immediately understood. At the last Red Army commendation meeting, this young Chinese soldier had been highly praised by Political Commissar Belovskaya, not only receiving an extra month's military pay but also being equipped with a specially reinforced AK-60 assault rifle. It was said that only a handful of people in the Red Army could handle this rifle, whose power was so great that it could even penetrate the hard side armor of enemy Guardian tanks. The late Soviet hero Boris had once used one...
Xiao Bing handed a thin paper with a red seal on it to the class monitor.
"Last week, the tank comrade who was supposed to train with me as my partner participated in the defense battle of position 229 and didn't come back..." Xiao Bing's voice was calm as he spoke out this sad fact. "So I'm still just a foot soldier lieutenant..."
"Oh? So you've transferred to our class! Welcome welcome! Let me introduce, this is Nikolai, our propaganda officer, and this is..."
After the introduction, Comrade Xiao Bing sat down to one side and began playing a vertical flute. In the beautiful sound of the flute, comrades leaned against each other, enjoying this rare rest, perhaps for the last time. The survival rate of mobilized soldiers was less than 0.001%, and very few of them knew that they were actually just cannon fodder for their country. But it didn't matter, because sacrificing oneself for one's country is glorious!
Until the sixth song was blown, Xiao Bingjia picked up the porcelain vase that had been placed in front of him and drank water to quench his thirst. Seeing Xiao Bingjia gulping down the water she had brought over, Vera, a 16-year-old girl, felt extremely sweet in her heart.
When Xiao Bingjia finished drinking water, Vera handed him a plain white handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and she also refilled the porcelain jar with hot water for Xiao Bingjia. When she saw Xiao Bingjia staring at her with a rejecting gaze, Vera reluctantly took away the porcelain jar.
At this moment, Xiao Bingjia and Vera's relationship is somewhat ambiguous.
A young warrior beside him seemed a bit jealous, staring at Xiao Bing and Vera with a sour tone: "I'm confident that my appearance is not worse than yours, but I just don't have any luck with women..."
When Vera heard this blunt Red Army soldier tear open his own little secret, she let out a soft cry and her face suddenly turned red.
"Never mind, who made you a tractor driver (a colloquial term for tank drivers, in the eyes of Soviet people, tank drivers are no different from their own tractor drivers), only knowing how to spit out black smoke and make loud noises." Another Red Army soldier, Kulik, patted him on the shoulder, with a serious face comforting him, "You should go fly an airplane, or become a paratrooper. Be an angel with silver wings or a prince with a big flower flying in the blue sky and white clouds, that's romantic, and many girls will chase after you."
This remark made everyone laugh. Vera blushed and turned her face away.
Seeing the Red Army's optimistic and generous nature, Xiao Bingjiang was also infected.
Put the wooden flute to his lips, thinking of what everyone asked.
"And lastly, there's 'The Soviet March'. Want to listen?"
The surrounding Red Army soldiers immediately responded loudly.
"Alright, this young man's skills are quite good, I think it will sound great if you listen to him."
"I want it! I want it! I want it!"
Seeing the Red Army soldiers cheering for themselves, Xiao Bing's mouth also revealed a hint of a smile.
"Alright, just one more song..."
The sonorous flute sound rises again. Compared to the previous delicate and pleasant Russian folk songs, this song is obviously more stirring.
Our Soviet will punish the whole world
Tsar, vodka, Soviet bear! Capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!
Our Soviet will punish the whole world
All ethnic groups will face this fact here
To the greatest in the world (Soviet) with deep respect and gratitude, bow down deeply!
All ethnic groups will face this fact here
To the greatest in the world (Soviet) with deep respect and gratitude, bow down deeply!
Hurray!! Hooray...... Long live! Long~~~~ live!
Our Soviet will punish the whole world
Tsar, vodka, Soviet bear! Capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!
Our Soviet will punish the whole world
Tsar, vodka, Soviet bear! Capital, vodka, our Soviet giant bear!
Hurray!! Hooray...... Long live! Long~~~~ live!
The style of this song perfectly matches the Russian people's boldness and passion, domineering and majestic impression. Along with the stirring flute sound, the Red Army soldiers unconsciously hummed along with the flute sound.
Not far away, the war bears placed in the beast cages also seemed to have been infected, and they all howled towards the night sky.
Now on the entire Red Army position rose the battle songs of other Red Army fighters. Fluttering, fluttering, they spread to the sky...
Tonight is a good day.
