Past events in Beicheng

Wang Yao didn't remember the rest clearly, he didn't even remember how he climbed into the tank and how he returned to the camp.It was near evening that he realized that his hand might be injured because some bandages were wrapped around it, but he didn't know who did it and when it was wrapped.

"Are you okay?" It was the KGB officer who came in at dinner time without introducing himself.

"It's okay." Wang Yao nodded.

"Thank you," the man sat next to Wang Yao: "Maybe it's a bit inappropriate, but this is your medal, thank you."

Wang Yao looked at the flannel box in his hand, not knowing what to say.

"Your hand is mainly scratched and slightly burnt. The military doctor has already treated it for you. Don't get wet until tomorrow. Also, our military base is going to retreat. Do you want to retreat with us or choose to retreat?" Kirov Tank City? Your condition does not look good, we respect your choice."

"I'm going back to the Kirov factory." Wang Yao put away the medal: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"This is your dinner, go to bed early."

"it is good."

The door was closed again, and after a moment of silence, he finally felt the soft sunlight pouring in through the window. Wang Yao closed his eyes and opened them again. He knew that he was used to the extreme daylight, just like his ears were used to the rumbling cannon. Voice.He stood up, went to the table, picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soup, the red soup made him a little uncomfortable, but he still stuffed the spoon into his mouth.

The feeling of hunger came back.

The feeling of pain came back.

These physical feelings gradually cleared up the soreness in his heart, the soup was drained, Wang Yao put down the spoon and picked up the bowl, he was not full, he ordered himself to find some more food.

"Are you okay?" The doctor sitting outside looked up and asked him when he came out.

It turned out to be in the hospital, Wang Yao slightly raised the bowl in his hand: "I may not be full."

"You are full." The female doctor took the bowl in his hand: "Your hunger is an illusion."

"Oh, is it?"

"You can't usually eat such a big bowl, can you?"

Wang Yao looked at the bowl and nodded: "You are right."

"Young man, you are under a lot of pressure," the female doctor invited him to sit down, "I suggest you know how to vent, this is a battlefield, there will be too many things that shouldn't happen, no one can bear it, you need to vent. "

Wang Yao just stared at her blankly.

The female doctor took off her glasses: "Maybe, I am not an expert in this field, but I have been a military doctor for decades, and to be honest, there are not many cases like yours. Young people who are noisy are more at ease. Your overly quiet behavior is a bit dangerous. It can be seen that you are very rational and good at restraining yourself, so now you may have to try to use reason to order yourself to vent, or you will be overwhelmed Yes." The female doctor took Wang Yao's hand and untied the bandage: "You are not as strong as you think."

vent?

Wang Yao wasn't sure he could understand the word.

"Do you have a wife? Who do you usually turn to when you are under pressure?"

"I don't have a wife," Wang Yao thought for a moment, "I'm not very good at finding someone to vent to."

"Well, maybe I'm not a good person to talk to, I'm just a surgeon with a grim face, so, young man, I'll give you a pair of rubber gloves, you go take a shower, take a long time, and I will help you again when you come back. You disinfect and bandage, so you will feel better." The female doctor took out a surgical glove and handed it to Wang Yao.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Ah, that's right," the female doctor seemed to sigh: "Not everyone can let you vent your emotions. If there happens to be such a person around you, don't suppress it, even if there is only a little thought, You also have to say that human beings are not suitable for fighting alone, and two people are stronger than you think."

Ten minutes later, Wang Yao turned on the nozzle of the shower room in the hospital, and warm water sprayed down from the top of his head, mixed with dust and flowing all over the floor.vent?Catharsis?Wang Yao didn't know what it was, he just looked at his hand, the hand with the surgical glove, the warm water slid across the rubber surface without leaving a trace, it was better than his engineer's thread gloves, the leather gloves that matched his coat, and the The silk gloves that go with the dress are more absolute, and the color is more dazzling.Wang Yao suddenly found that, except for Xia Tian, ​​he seemed to be inseparable from gloves. There were at least a dozen pairs of gloves in his suitcase. If he could fit them, he might stuff more.

Will I be crushed?Wang Yao remembered what the doctor said: Even if you only have a little thought, you have to try to vent it.

So even though he didn't want to, Wang Yao ordered his rationality to tear off the rubber protection, and the warm water dripped onto the skin with the retreated gloves, and the water mixed with dust mixed into the blood.

ah!Wang Yao felt a little pain, but he still threw the gloves aside, and inserted his bruised fingers into his hair.The smell of blood diffused, changing the original feeling of the water temperature.

Ah... Wang Yao felt a tear slip from the corner of his eye, hot and cold.

Wang Yao didn't know how long it took for the concept of time to return to his brain, but he did feel better. He closed the water gate, put on new clothes, and walked out.

New military uniform, in a clean state, maybe I can get a good night's sleep, and everything will be fine tomorrow.Wang Yao said to himself.He squeezed the blood from his fingers with a towel and was ready to return to the infirmary.

His hair was still wet, so Wang Yao, holding his hat between his hands, walked slowly across the open space, counting his steps, and looking at the elongated shadow on the ground.

At this time, another shadow appeared, and then intertwined with his own shadow.

Wang Yao straightened his back and turned his head.

"Hello, Ivan."

"..."

The two stood silently for a moment, Ivan raised his hand and smoothed Wang Yao's hair on his forehead: "You decide to go back to the Kirov factory tomorrow?"

"Correct."

"and many more."

"what happened?"

"Let me see you."

"what happened?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Let me see you! Let me take a good look at you!" Ivan grabbed Wang Yao's arm.

"Okay, I'm leaving." About a minute later, a whistle sounded from outside the yard, and Ivan let go: "Goodbye, I'm leaving."

The yard was too small, and it only took a few steps to make him disappear at the door. The big iron gate closed with a creak.

Wang Yao suddenly understood something, he threw down his hat, rushed to the door, opened the iron gate, and Ivan happened to walk around the corner.

I don't know where the power came from, Wang Yao exhausted all his strength and shouted: "Ivan!!"

"Ivan!! Survive! Survive!! You must survive!!"

The figure paused for a moment and left.

The people around looked at Wang Yao with a little surprise on their faces. A man with the rank of captain came over: "Which company? Where's your hat?"

"From the Kirov factory, the hat is in the yard."

"He's an engineer from the Kirov factory, Comrade Captain." The female surgeon came out just in time.

"I see, a foreigner." The captain's expression was still cold, but his voice was a little softer: "Thank you for shouting this sentence, after all, there are many people named Ivan. Remember to wear your hat in the barracks ! Comrade Engineer."

After the captain left, Wang Yao silently returned to the yard, picked up the hat and patted the dust on it, and prepared to put it on his head.

"No need." The female surgeon opened her narrow infirmary: "Extend your hand, and I will help you re-sterilize."

Seeing Wang Yao's hands that were obviously soaked in water, the female doctor smiled slightly: "It seems that you have someone to vent to, and remember to call his name next time. I hope you have a chance next time, call his name."

The next morning, the pick-up car arrived, and the fighting situation was much worse than Wang Yao had imagined. This time the journey took at least two hours longer, and it took a lot of detours to reach the Sixth Worker Village.In the three days since he left, the factory hasn't changed much, at least everyone is still there, and Wang Yao has also returned.Everyone greeted each other, and the factory secretary told the workshop director: "He is injured, let him rest today."

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

"This is a special instruction from the United Front Work Department, take a good rest, young man, I believe we can do it." The factory secretary patted him on the shoulder: "Remember to change the medicine on time."

The kindness is hard to come by, and the turbulence of the journey is really exhausting. After returning to the dormitory, Wang Yao fell on the bed and fell asleep.After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a huge explosion.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Seeing Wang Yao come out, Beryayev, who was scrubbing his work clothes at the door, came over to dry his hands.

"An explosion?" Wang Yao was a little nervous.

"Don't worry," Belyayev said with a more relaxed expression, "Our artillery sounds, the enemy is now only a dozen kilometers away from us, and the Tenth Workers' Village dragged the semi-finished tank with the barrel installed to the building as artillery Use. They just invented it yesterday, and I'm used to it."

"Don't do the laundry," Wang Yao looked at the black smoke in the distance, "I think we might have to retreat, and the troops have all started to retreat."

Belyayev's expression was surprisingly indifferent: "Then we still have to get ready. I'll go and pack my luggage."

"Just prepare something to eat." After experiencing what happened yesterday, Wang Yao finally understood that the situation here is completely different from that in China, but there is one thing he can be sure of, that is, food is always more important than anything else.

Belyayev packed some black bread and stuffed it into a small cloth bag on one side, and went to the cafeteria to buy two sausages and put them in: "Where are your hands? Are your hands seriously injured?"

"It's not serious." Wang Yao unwrapped the bandage and checked the wound. Most of them were abrasions, which quickly scabbed over. "By the way, Torres died."

Belyayev was silent for a moment: "My son was also sacrificed."

"?"

"He was conscripted into the militia. I heard that the militiamen didn't fire guns on the battlefield. He was conscripted by the government to the battlefield and died. He didn't sacrifice, he died."

Wang Yao didn't know what to say.

"They gave you a gun?" Belyayev changed the subject himself.

"Yes," Wang Yao took out the Tokarev gun from the cabinet: "But there are no bullets."

"I'll go to the factory tomorrow to get some. You give me the clips. I don't know what kind of bullets to take."

Wang Yao took out the magazine and handed it to him.

"We want to live, Wang Yao," Belyayev patted Wang Yao's head suddenly, like an old father: "I want to go back and save my little granddaughter, no matter what I lose, I can't lose She, my Nastasia, she's only six years old, she's supposed to be happy at camp, show me her little certificates, sing me her new songs. I live for her, help me. "

Wang Yao hugged the old man: "It will be fine, Professor."

"And you, young man, kind young man," Belyayev choked up a little: "Wang Yao, you have to survive, you are too young, too young, you shouldn't die. If you must do a Choose, I hope to stay in this world is you, if I die, remember my Nastasia, okay?"

"No, professor, we will all survive." Wang Yao sighed for a long time: "We will all survive."

That night, Belyayev took back the matching bullets. Wang Yao checked the magazine, loaded it, and stuffed the remaining bullets into the bag.The factory is still operating as usual, but it has begun to gradually transfer heavy equipment, and the family members of employees have also begun to transfer to the city.

In the beginning, the trams to the city ran twice a day, but as the war progressed, the number of trams began to increase. In the past two days, the trams began to run around the clock.

At the beginning of September, the weather started to turn cold, and the temporary workers did not prepare autumn clothes. Many people folded thin layers of clothes inside their work clothes. Wang Yao put the military uniform he had worn back under his work clothes, and finally managed to make ends meet. for a few days.

"The autumn work clothes are here." Belyayev counted with his fingers: "Remember to remind me, this year, I have to change the black bread in my bag for several days."

It's not good to sit around waiting to flee, but after the first few days it's easy to forget about the crisis, even if it's death.

On September [-], at [-]:[-] a.m., the doors of the dormitory were suddenly knocked one by one. The cadres who knocked on the door were all the cadres in the factory area. They cleared people room by room with flashlights: "Go to the station and wait for the transfer."

Belyayev almost jumped up from the bed, but Wang Yao stopped him: "Put more clothes on."

The two took out the thickest coats and put them on. Wang Yao took the military uniform, thought for a moment, and put it in the cabinet: "Let's go, professor, let's go."

Facts proved that Wang Yao's decision was correct. The crowded train was full of people carrying suitcases, but none of their suitcases could be brought onto the tram, and all kinds of luggage were abandoned all over the place.The sky started to turn pale, and everyone from the Sixth Worker's Village gathered here. Fortunately, there were no women or children in the crowd.In the cold wind, these technicians and workers chatted, hiding their panic from each other.

There is no particular order of riding the trains, probably the factory cadres will grab whoever they want, and the trams leave one by one, and finally the number of people on the platform is getting smaller and smaller.

"Ready to get on the train." Lotnikov came over from the platform and shouted at Wang Yao and Belyayev.

Belyayev hurriedly pulled Wang Yao to the front, but there were really not many people left, and some factory officials also started to board the car.Belyayev pushed Wang Yao up, and Wang Yao squeezed a step inside, trying to leave a gap for Belyayev to step on, and Belyayev stepped on the pedal with difficulty.

"Hurry up." The driver in front shouted.

"Come on! Secretary Lotnikov." Everyone in the car shouted.

Lotnikov tried, but he really couldn't squeeze in. Belyayev glanced at him nervously, but Lotnikov didn't seem to look at him, and just yelled at the driver: "I can't squeeze in." , drive quickly, I'll wait for the next one."

The tram started, Wang Yao held Belyayev's hand tightly to prevent him from falling, but Belyayev didn't look back, he seemed to be looking at the distant platform, and couldn't look away for a long time.Suddenly, he broke free with one hand and waved it back, not knowing who he was saying goodbye to.

On the sweltering tram, all the people were silent. This was not because everyone was heavy-hearted, but because they were too tired from work in recent days. They crowded each other like this, and many people in the car fell into a half-sleeping state. state.

Suddenly, Wang Yao heard a sound that was different from the tram, this kind of rumbling sound was a bit weird: "Is it a bomber?"

Belyayev stood trembling all the time, but he didn't fall asleep. He listened carefully: "I think it's a bit like it."

"Like what?" The person on the side asked in a daze.

"Stuka."

No one paid attention to them anymore, the car was still drowsy and drowsy, Wang Yao raised his head and looked at the small window on the top of the car, the light rain that started at some time had blurred his vision, and he could only see the white sky and the occasional flickering branch.

The screaming sound of bang bang bang not only did not disappear, but became louder and louder.

"It's Stuka, it should be Stuka." Wang Yao tried to poke the people around him.

This was a familiar voice to everyone. Finally, someone woke up from the dream and began to shout: "Oops, there are bombers, and the bombers are catching up."

The tram continued to gallop, and everyone in the carriage woke up. Everyone grabbed the handle nervously, hoping to escape from death.

"Da da da!"

The Stuka fighter has discovered the tram on the ground, and it swoops down gracefully with its classic ninety-degree diving posture.

"Da da da!"

The machine gun bullets seemed to dissect the tram longitudinally, and together with the screams and blood fog in the carriage, a strange tragedy was staged.The middle-aged man who was still sleeping on Wang Yao's shoulder just now was frightened by the exploding human body, and he screamed desperately like many others.

"Stop! Stop!" Wang Yao, standing at the back of the car, shouted towards the driver: "We can't outrun the plane! Stop! He's already targeting us!"

Wang Yao's guess was right, only need to give another 20 seconds, the German pilot who is climbing the altitude can make another dive.

Everyone in the car shouted after Wang Yao, the driver gritted his teeth and stepped on the brake pads.As soon as the tram slowed down, everyone jumped out of the car. After all, Professor Belyayev was old, so he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Get up, professor! Get up!" Wang Yao pulled him, trying to drag him up from the ground.

The two of them just stood up and took a few steps when the Stuka arrived, and more Stukas arrived, filling the sky with darkness.The machine gun rang out sharply, aiming not only at their trams, but perhaps at all the trams.

"Quick!" Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yao pulled Belyayev into the woods beside him.When most people ran into the forest, they crawled on the ground. Wang Yao shouted as he ran, "Don't stop, run! Run!" But most of the people were already frightened, and almost no one paid attention to him.

"I can't run anymore...slowly...slowly...."

Wang Yao ignored Belyayev, he just dragged him hard to run into the woods, the sound of machine guns behind him did not stop, and after a while there was a violent explosion.

"I really ran, no, I moved." Belyayev's feet went limp and he fell into the mud.

"It's almost there, we should run out of the attack circle." Wang Yao was also panting.

The two of them remained silent for a long time. Wang Yao took Beryayev's hand again and tried to help him up: "We can't rest anymore. The German bombers must have come to attack the ground troops. I think their The target is not us ordinary people, their speed is too fast, maybe this place is already in the battlefield! We will not be able to escape if we encounter armored soldiers or infantry, hurry up, professor, let’s hurry up!"

The two walked forward with each other's support. Gradually, there were more and more corpses in front of them. Almost all the workers who were on the same tram with them just now turned into corpses.The bomber's machine gun fire was very strong, and many corpses were fragmented, even broken into several pieces. Belyayev trembled all over. He couldn't help screaming, so he had to put his fist in his mouth.

"Wang Yao! Wang Yao! I can't walk anymore! Maybe the bombers will come again, and we can't outrun tanks and motorcycles. Let's surrender, we are just ordinary people! Wang Yao, you can speak German, speak German with them! Tell them we surrender and they won't kill us!"

Wang Yao heard the voice of the police coming from afar, and he looked at Belyayev sadly: "Professor, Germany is not my motherland."