Bumpy Journey Section 04

  The elder shook his head slightly: "Although these people are not bad, they have brought trouble to the Kalmyks. These Soviet soldiers were dressed in German uniforms, and that political commissar was the chief of intelligence for the 4th Tank Army, with the aim of identifying wavering elements. The Kalmyks knew the inside story."

  Li De was puzzled: "Even so, it's not enough to become a defendant?"

  Baurmann and the two adjutants remained silent, the army adjutant chatted with Rudwika, the naval adjutant stared blankly ahead, Baurmann held a pen in his hand but was actually dozing off. Liddell turned to them: "You listen too, it's good for you."

  The army deputy officer stopped chatting, Rudvika's low laughter came to a halt, the navy deputy officer stopped daydreaming, Bowman was still dozing off, with a thread of drool flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  The commissar replied: "KGB peripheral personnel, three voluntary Russian penitents and a Lithuanian were taken to a secret place of execution. Before that, the son of the German communist saw that things were not going well and ran into the forest, where he was shot by Kalmyks."

  Li De hummed: "This grassy hero, with so many people around, why did you take action yourself?"

  The head of state stood up with his hands behind him, pacing around the room in circles. Suddenly he stopped and turned to ask: "So what's this about mistreating German prisoners of war?"

  "Another accusation is that the rescued German prisoners of war were intentionally put in harm's way," said the division commander, correcting himself, "Actually, this thing was mostly the fault of that deputy division commander."

  Li De waited for half a day, and the other person was anxiously looking at his watch. Under the leader's urging, he slowly replied: "I risked my life to rescue you."

  "Hurry up and speak." The emperor's face was full of displeasure.

  "You instead keep blaming others." He said, looking out of the window.

  Li Dejing listened to the next sentence, but the other party closed his mouth and stopped talking. Someone outside the window made a gesture to him, while Li De was facing away from the window and didn't see it. He shouted at his superior: "Why are you being so ambiguous like a woman? What's going on?"

  The master was stunned and even more speechless, in his desperation he took the simplest and most reckless approach, dropping the president and rushing out of the room.

  Schmundt rushed after him: "Walter, what are you doing?" Bormann came to with a start, spinning around the room: "What's going on? What's happening, mein Führer?"

  The instructor came in again and was scolded by the leader: "You're not even as good as a woman, who are you showing off to? Do you still look like a lieutenant general?"

  Bao Man listened to the naval deputy officer's explanation and immediately pointed at his nose, scolding: "You're so great, aren't you? You've got a fart-sized military achievement and you can't fit it in your pants, can you? A major general is nothing to you, if you were a marshal, your tail would be wagging all the way up to heaven. If you want to do it, do it; if not, retire. There are many young officers who want to do it but haven't had their turn yet."

  Everyone in the room stood up, staring blankly at the leader and the director of the Central Office, not even daring to breathe. The commander of the 8th Armored Division stood straight, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead that he didn't dare wipe away.

  Bormann shouted at the crowd: "The Fuehrer has come here to inspect, not for you to entertain him with good food and drink. All he wants is for you to provide him with an honest account of the situation without any reservations. If you can't even do that, then get out!"

  The superior was scolded until his face turned red, so he broke the jar and begged: "Commander-in-chief, please forgive me. I request to be sent to Leningrad and take charge of the main attack."

  Borman was about to speak, but Li De stopped him. Just then, Hepner burst in: "Walter, what's going on? The trial has already been delayed for half an hour."

  He saw that the atmosphere in the house was not right, after figuring out the situation, he rushed to the front of his superior and scolded him, then prepared to persuade the leader. Li De didn't wait for him to open his mouth and asked first: "I was just going to ask you, using the Kalmyk shock troops was our two people's idea, why are we putting him on trial now."

  "He's in a difficult position," Hepner said. "Many high-ranking German officers are demanding his trial, they can't tolerate the fact that a foreigner shot and killed German soldiers without a trial. This Kalmyk is also too impulsive, even if we ourselves execute soldiers outside of combat, it must go through a military tribunal."

  "What does General Heitler think?" Li De asked.

  "He's just the commander of the army group who insisted on a trial."

  Lee was shocked, he remembered that two years ago after the German army invaded Poland, some SS troops slaughtered a large number of Polish elite classes. It was precisely that Khukhiller and other two generals strongly opposed the indiscriminate arrest and killing. He understood that this general's words were not out of humanitarianism, but rather because he regarded the reputation of the German soldiers as sacred and did not want to stain the hands of the national defense army with blood.

  He was particularly concerned with the reputation of the German army and could not tolerate the behavior of the Kalmyks.

  ……

  The German leader, accompanied by Baur and Heppner, sat in the side box of the small hall with his face hidden behind the pointed collar of his coat, watching the court's bench and the people below through the gap in the curtain, looking for R?hn? and the stormtroopers among the dense crowd.

  Li De didn't know that they had already arrived at the small auditorium and were sitting in the dressing room under his butt, because they were witnesses rather than spectators. Afterward, Rania told him about their bumpy journey...

  In a small courtyard of the road workers' settlement north of Volkhov, Old Ladoga, where the main members of the Kalmyk detachment were concentrated the day before, Ranya was treated to good food and drink, but unfortunately there was an additional guard at the gate.

  An hour ago, a team of constables came into the small courtyard. The captain asked: "There are twelve here, are they all present?"

  Everyone was silent, and the sentry at the door answered on their behalf: "All present."

  "Get on the bus." The commander of the military police battalion ordered simply. The military police began to move. Everyone got on the bus, staring at the person struggling and refusing to get on under the car, that was Rania, who argued: "I am an officer of the Eastern Foreign Military Department, where are you going to take them?"

  Someone took the lead, and naturally someone followed, and they stared at each other as Rania was invited into the driver's room while they were thrown out of the car. The more they thought about it, the more unbalanced their hearts became. Dog Egg jumped off the bus and explained: "I'm just a team doctor, I just stick band-aids on people, I didn't do anything, it has nothing to do with me."

  A kick on his butt, the rifle stock jammed into the thick meat of his shoulder. The military police were pushing from below, and Misha was pulling from above, shouting: "Come help, this guy doesn't look that fat, how come he's so heavy?" With everyone's help, the guy was back in the car, asking Misha: "What are you doing? What have you done?"

  "Go to court." Misha said with a gloomy face. Dog Egg turned to the self-proclaimed most honest person: "Tartar squad leader, since the Kalmyk is not here, you are our squad leader... Are you going to take us there?"

  Despite being flattered and asked to please, the Tartar squad leader still didn't sound good-tempered: "What can you do in court?" Grubbs used his fingers to mimic shooting a gun: "Bang bang - dead ball." He imitated the action of being shot.

  The dog egg was stunned for a moment, and then shouted more vigorously under the car: "This Niu Zi has grown up, stop the car and let me get off. That night, those old Maozi who owed their lives made me surrender, but I didn't do it. I am loyal to Germany, I have a 70-year-old mother above and a wife and children below. You Germans can't not be filial, right?"

  "Smack——" Grubbs slapped him with a slap, "Don't cry like an asshole, it makes people feel disgusted."

  "Useless!" Tartar stretched out his hand from the opposite side, the car started moving, and he sat down in the middle of the carriage with a thud, bumping his head against the rear panel. The inferior fuel smoke spewing out of the exhaust pipe choked Dog Egg, who was sitting at the very back, into a fit of coughing, and it no longer barked.

  The military police car followed behind, with a general-purpose machine gun on the car intentionally or unintentionally pointing at them. Misha, who was sharp-eyed, said affirmatively: "This is an improved version of the MG34, look at that ammunition box." Everyone gave him a white eye. They were concerned about their own fate, and the model of the machine gun had nothing to do with them.

  A dozen kilometers of road, everywhere is pockmarked with shell craters, and the bumps are severe. Dog Dan shouted that he was tired and fell asleep, while Misha turned his head to look at the utility poles by the side of the road. Suddenly a gunshot rang out, and the sleeping person woke up with a start; bullets accompanied the shouts of the gendarmes: "What do you want to do? Do you want to escape?"

  The car screeched to a halt, and the people in the carriage were thrown forward, their shoulders colliding with each other as they fell onto the person in front of them, before bouncing back to hit the heads of those behind. One foot out on the rear fender, the other still inside, Gruyevsky plunged headfirst into the carriage. Two constables quickly jumped down from the car behind and opened the rear door, dragging Gruyevsky out without a word and reinstalling him in their vehicle.

  "Let me go! I want to get back on the bus!" Grubbs yelled loudly, "Misha, are your eyes stuffed up or something? Why aren't you talking?"

  The sky was filled with the sound of airplane engines, a plane painted with red stars circled in the air, Dog Egg shouted: "The plane is going to strafe!" Misha ordered him to sit down: "This is a reconnaissance plane." The plane shook its butt and scattered some colorful papers.

  The people on the bus, out of boredom and confusion, scrambled to grab the papers like they were lifesavers, as if those papers were manna from heaven. Misha accurately grabbed a red paper, looked at it with a smirk, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground, cursing: "Damn, cripple's ass, split into two pieces."

  Bao'er picked it up and unfolded it, painting a tomb with a cross, as well as a Christmas tree. The text next to it read: "Whose husband is this?" His comment was straightforward and nagging: "Husband? Do Russians think we're fighting with our families? Besides, this should have been sent before Christmas! Russian printing factories are not good either, they even drew the swastika wrong, drawing a fart character instead."

  The Tartar snatched a green paper, and had only glanced at the beginning when he "plop" spat saliva onto Dog Egg's face. In this flyer, there was such a wonderful passage: