When I was eight years old, my mother fell into an abandoned bear den on her way to fetch ice and water and never climbed out. When we found her, her whole body was as frozen as marble, hard and cold.
At that time, I hugged my mother's stiff body, kept crying, and refused to let go. I thought my mother would come back to life again, touch my head with her hands, and smile at me.
In the end, my father beat me so hard that my butt still hurts when I think of that scene. At the age of eight, I cried desperately, even the pain of losing my mother was gone. I forgot, I kept begging for mercy, but my father never stopped. I asked my grandfather who always doted on me for help, but this time my grandfather just sat aside, holding his dry pipe, smoking one after another. Breathing out misty smoke rings.
After the beating, my father pulled me up from the ground like a lamb, stared at me with terrifying, emotionless eyes, and said word by word: "Listen, Grisha, we are the West Wind Freeze." As original men, we can cry, we can be sad, we can blame others, but we cannot escape. No matter what happens, we still have to hunt, we still have to walk, and we still have to live our lives as usual."
My father's teachings are deeply engraved in my mind, invisible but everywhere.
It is precisely because of this that on the day Natalia died, I submitted an application to the personnel department of the base to assign me a new goblin. Also because of following this teaching, I was able to make the decisive decision to leave Aksinya's body. On that vast ice field, in the eyes of others, my actions were a sign of ruthlessness. This ruthlessness must also be one of the reasons why I was called the 'Fairy Killer'.
But I don't feel like I did anything wrong at all. On the West Wind Tundra, no matter how sad or painful things you have experienced, you can only continue to move towards tomorrow, otherwise there is only a ruthless death waiting for you.
In my father's words: "This is the personality tempered by the West Wind Tundra, the character of the Holy Mountain, and the nature of the most beloved warrior of Changshengtian."
So after losing the third partner, when most people should kneel down and cry or scream to the sky to show their sorrow, I was attracted by the otherworldly temperament exuded by another girl, and by the kind of temperament she possessed that could overwhelm everything around her. Attracted by the beauty of the miserable scene, the moment I took steps towards her, I knew I wanted a reason to divert my attention, a reason to temporarily forget everything that had just happened.
Maybe I am really a very ruthless person. But when I looked back after a long time, I realized helplessly that if it hadn't been for this seemingly ruthless behavior, the following story would not have happened. Maybe I would have taken Without that thing that makes me fearless, Eva Razgriz will only be an incompetent fairy girl who will be looked down upon for the rest of her life. This existence called "reality", no matter on the west wind tundra , or anywhere else, it remains as cold as ever.
At that time, I didn’t know Eva’s name yet, and I slowly walked closer to the girl standing in the smoke and firelight. As the distance got closer, her figure became clearer. , I was surprised by her slender hands, feet and waist. Even among fairies, such a figure is too slender. The closer the distance is, the thinner the girl's presence becomes. Her figure, no matter how tall it is among humans, She is one of the taller ones among fairies. Because of this, the feeling of vulnerability is so strong that it even makes me feel that if the flames behind her burn more fiercely, she will be like the ice and snow on the grassland in early spring. Generally disappears without a trace….
Echoing her ethereal figure, her face is as fragile as a phantom in the mirror.
Her eyelashes are long and dense, like a canopy decorating her walnut-shaped eye sockets. Correspondingly, her eyebrows are light and slender, and the thin eyebrow tips are slightly drooped. All of these set off her clear but melancholy expression.
Eyes - As I approached, her pair of light red eyes kept looking at me, and the emotion hidden in them made it impossible for me to take my eyes away.
She gently curved the corners of her mouth, and could still vaguely see the dimples on her cheeks, but what was conveyed in this smile was inextricable sadness and sadness. It was this sadness that perfectly created a kind of
Full of fragile beauty.
I don’t remember which great writer once said that fragile beauty is more endearing. I think this is particularly appropriate for the girl in front of me.
Finally, I saw the name tag on her chest clearly, and her name was absorbed into my memory along with her sad face.
I subconsciously read the characters on her name tag: "Eva..."
My voice made her tightly pursed lips move, and the sound, as ethereal as her figure, penetrated my ears.
"It's better not to get too close to me, because I'm a disaster star."
The movements of her lips were so small that if you stood farther away, you might not be able to tell that she had just spoken. After saying this, she returned to her sad look just now, looking at me motionless.
I stared at her face, and an idea came into my mind.
——Perhaps, I can give it one more try before turning my mind entirely to piston engines.
I took a small step in her direction, and then stretched out my right hand.
"I need a goblin, please..."
I swallowed the second half of the sentence, because only then did I realize that she had a ginkgo leaf badge on her collar, which meant that she already had a partner.
I smiled awkwardly, and finally looked away from her in embarrassment, looking down at my outstretched right hand.
So, I looked past my palms and fell on the body lying at her feet.
I recognized the uniform of the corpse. It was that of a pilot.
I raised my head again and looked at the girl in front of me. Her sad smile was still the same, and her pale red eyes seemed to be saying to me: "Look, I told you, if you get close to me, you will become like this too."
.”
Perhaps because we share the same problem, I suddenly had the urge to partner up with the girl in front of me. Driven by this urge, I took another step forward and grabbed her arm hanging by my side without any explanation.
Her palms were slender and bony, and her delicate and smooth skin was cold and full of inorganic texture like ceramics.
"You're going to die."
She maintained a sad smile and looked at me with clear and gentle eyes, her tone was like a mother admonishing a disobedient child.
I deliberately used a calm tone and replied: "You can rest assured. We West Wind Tundra people have no other advantages, except that our lives are tough."
Eva was silent and didn't speak for a long time. She turned away from the moment she met my eyes and looked at the military truck heading towards us.
After a while, I felt a slight force on my right hand. It was her little porcelain hand that was holding my palm back. And, perhaps because I had held it for so long, her originally cold skin began to show through.
The temperature of life.
It was much later that I learned from Eva that her thoughts were exactly the same as mine at that time.
——Before giving up, maybe, I can try again.
Our first alone time soon came to an end. The ground crew and airport security forces who had recovered from the chaos of the raid began to clean up the debris and corpses. A six-and-a-half-ton military truck stopped beside us. The unshaven senior colonel, who was wearing a large hat and a crooked hat, jumped out from the passenger seat...
It was only after the war that I learned the name of this colonel whom I had only met once from the personnel file at Kiev Airport - in the few minutes of conversation with me, he basically thought that people who met for the first time should interact with each other. He forgot about the etiquette of saying names. Not only that, he actually ignored the Confederate Army's orders and took the initiative to salute me, who was only a major. He also lowered his right arm before I could return the salute, saying "This is such useless red tape." Just deal with it quickly and it will be over."
In sharp contrast to his initial impatient demeanor, after he saw Eva and our holding hands, he immediately raised his left hand and made the sign of the cross on his chest in a serious manner, and at the same time muttered: "Long live the leader." .”
This kind of behavior would offend both the church clergy and the Confederate political workers. The child was so angry that for a moment I couldn't believe that this was the behavior of a Confederate military colonel. Then I realized that this was an attack on me. I was about to say something because of the ridicule of my new partner, but the senior colonel suddenly apologized.
"I'm sorry, my actions just now were a bit careless. After all, I just became the acting commander of this base. Forgive me, comrade pilot."
Although his personality is unpredictable, the colonel is still very capable in his work. He told me directly that since my mission confidentiality level is top secret, only the base commander and the person in charge of the base Cheka know about the entire base. The details of the mission, and these two people were killed in the air raid just now. After saying this, he put a approval note for the base's automobile squad into my hand, and told me that with this approval note, I could go to the automobile squad to get a jeep. Go to Kiev, and you may be able to get further instructions from the theater air force headquarters located there.
"It's not impossible to stay here and wait for the order, but we don't have the Cheka's telegram code book, and the people who can decode it have gone to hell with the base commander, so even if there is an order to come to this base, no one can understand it, that's it What's going on?" The colonel said as he took out a silver cigarette case from his military uniform jacket, took out a cigarette, and lightly tapped the lid of the cigarette case a few times to compact the tobacco. "And if you want to leave, I advise you. Move quickly, it's best to get there before those annoying goblin representatives arrive."
Unfortunately, the colonel's suggestion came too late. After a while, I was pestered by the representatives of the Fairy Sylph clan stationed at this base, and had to participate as a human representative to support the poor fairy who just died in my arms. The ceremony held by the girl. The content of the ceremony is very simple. It is nothing more than me swearing to sever my partnership with this goblin, and handing over her body to her tribe with sadness, etc...
This is how I sent my Natalya away a few months ago, and now this ceremony reminds me of the scene at that time, and the sadness that had just dissipated came back to my heart along with these memories.
The representative of Silufu may have thought that I was grieving for the girl who had just passed away, and there was an expression of approval on her face.
While the ceremony was going on, Eva was standing a little far away, always with a sentimental smile on her face, looking at me with gentle eyes.
After the ceremony, trouble came one after another.
Silufu's representative pursued the whereabouts of Aksiniya's body with a spirit of asking for answers, and threatened that the contract between me and Eva would not be authenticated until I explained clearly. The matter was about to drag on.
After an interminable moment, a vehicle sent by the Kiev Central Command rescued us.
The two Cheka officers waved their loaded pistols with the safety on, forcing Siluf's representative to sign the contract, and then pushed Eva and I into the black car without any explanation.
On the way to Kiev, Eva kept leaning on my shoulder with gentle force, looking at the desolation passing by outside the car window...
When we arrived in Kiev, everything was covered in darkness.
The car carrying us passed the entrance of the Kiev Central Command but did not stop. It continued to drive us through the streets that were sparsely populated due to the curfew, and only turned into an inconspicuous small door dozens of minutes later.
After entering the door, the car turned several corners. I was sure that I saw heavy machine guns and quadruple anti-aircraft cannons in the dim night outside the window. Such tight security made me very interested in our destination.
Even Eva pressed her face against the window glass and peered out intently.
The car still didn't stop. It drove up a steep slope and went all the way down. The night outside the window was replaced by thick walls hung with electric lights.
The pilot's sense of space is very good. I secretly peeked at the speed displayed on the car's dashboard, and then counted my heartbeats to estimate how far we went underground. When the car stopped, the results I got surprised me.
Our motherland has built military facilities so deep underground!
The Cheka officers just made a gesture to us, indicating that they did not have permission to go deeper, and we had to leave on our own.
We walked through six heavy iron gates with guards and entered a brightly lit cave. The scene in the cave looked like the workshop of a large factory, and in the center of the cave stood the later famous
The world's Valkyrie No. 1.
The person who received us was the Director of the 601st Research Institute of the Confederacy, Lieutenant General Pugachov Military Industry. The Lieutenant General has a bald head that is very popular among military researchers and a strong build that is very rare among the same group of people. He took off his military hat.
Then the whole bunker office was as bright as the daytime street. After all the formalities were over, he plopped down into his huge leather armchair, and I felt his bear-like body curled up there.
The scene on the small chair is quite joyful.
"I'm not going to talk nonsense. Comrade pilot, you have probably guessed that your next task is to fly back to the Eastern Continent with that big guy parked in the middle of the workshop outside. Since you can use Jacques to break through the enemy's layers of defense, you must
This part of the task is not a problem for you."
I pulled up a chair and sat down facing the lieutenant general. My new partner was lying on the huge glass window on the side of the bunker office, looking at the "big guy" outside in trance.
"Comrade Lieutenant General," I paused, and then asked the question that had been lingering in my mind since the battle began, "Why do we need to dispatch pilots all the way from the Eastern Continent to perform this mission? Pilots from the Western Continent cannot. Is it useful?"
Pugachov's face froze, and he looked nervously at the only door to the office. After confirming that the steel door was indeed closed tightly, he leaned forward and rested his upper body on his huge oak tree. On the desk - this action made him look more like a bear. He lowered his voice and said to me: "Actually, the war situation here is worse than what was said on the Confederate radio."
Pugachev swallowed, glanced at the door of the office again, and then continued: "The Kiev Front lost all its armored units, I mean, almost all. The Axis forces just encircled them half a month ago. The 10th, 12th Army and the 34th Provisional Army were replaced. The other armies also lost most of their heavy equipment in the retreat. Marshal Budyonny believed that we could not continue to block the Axis offensive around Kiev. , if the entire Kiev Front did not retreat immediately, there was a risk of being encircled. However, the leader rejected the marshal's suggestion to retreat and ordered to defend Kiev."
"So? This has something to do with my mission?"
"Of course! The activities of the separatists within the Kiev Republic have become more and more frequent recently. Cheka believes that they have penetrated into the air force and army, and have considerable strength. Cheka believes that they were the ones who took the initiative to abandon their positions and retreat before the Sixteenth Army. A masterpiece. Under the current situation, the separatists hope to give a generous gift to the Axis powers as a stepping stone to join. The Kiev Front troops who are destined to be eaten are obviously not enough, so..."..."
"Valkyrie 1? Is this thing so important?" I asked back while recalling the smooth and graceful appearance of the aircraft I just saw. The pilot's intuition told me that it must be an excellent fighter aircraft and could be used as a new fighter aircraft. A gift to a federation of countries, is this a bit too stingy?
"Of course, you can't understand her importance just by looking at her appearance! She is... what is your confidentiality level?"
I took out my confidentiality level certificate from the pocket of my flight leather jacket. Pugabov frowned as he stared at the classification badge on the cover of the certificate. Finally, he took a deep breath.
"You have never heard what follows." He stressed to me very seriously, "You have never known these things, you know nothing about everything. So, listen up. That big guy outside This thing is not something that can be made with our current level of technology. It is a creation from the heyday of the goblin clan that we dug out from the ruins of the ancient goblin empire. We started to restore it six years ago, and until now this project has not been completed yet. It’s not finished. The secrets hidden in it will definitely make a qualitative leap in our country’s rune technology, and it itself is also a powerful weapon, do you understand?”
I nodded.
"So, when can I fly in it?"
"It will take another ten days for us to complete the final work. During this period, you should first get familiar with your new partner." As he said this, Pugaqiao glanced at Eva who was still lying on the large glass with a meaningful look. .
It seemed that the military-industrial lieutenant general in front of me had a close relationship with the Cheka, so of course I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut.
When I left the underground factory, the melancholy accumulated in my heart due to the continuous loss of partners had been diluted by the shocking inside story. As I walked out of the factory, I greedily looked at the ancient aircraft that I was about to pilot and admired it. The extremely graceful lines and the rune engravings are more gorgeous than the patterns on the palace dresses of old.
Eva who followed me also looked like her soul was out of its sheath. It wasn't until we left the factory that her eyes left the ingenious creation made by her ancestors.
The two Cheka officers who sent us in and the black car were still in the tunnel. Their mission seemed to be to protect our safety before we took off. We left the factory in their car and were there on the ground. Walking through the heavily guarded compound.
The two of us lived in a small two-story building in the compound. Maxine was mounted on a high tower next to the small building. A little further away, we could see a group of anti-aircraft guns pointing straight into the sky.
In front of the steps of the small building, the higher-ranking of the two Cheka officers finally spoke.
"The two of us live in the concierge, and we will take turns on duty at night, just in case there are weapons cabinets in the living room and study. The Separatists have been too active recently, and all of these are necessary precautions..."
From the voice, I could tell that the officer speaking could not be older than me. Based on the weak Don accent in his words, I guessed that he was probably a handsome Cossack boy.
The young man continued to introduce us to the basic situation nearby. At this moment, a large truck turned out from the corner in the distance. The headlights of the truck's front shone into my eyes, turning the whole world into pure white. I had to turn my head sideways and raise my hands to cover my cheeks.
"Don't worry, this is a truck transporting garbage. Damn it, they forgot the light control again..."
The voice of the Cossack boy was swallowed up by the huge explosion. The powerful shock wave lifted my whole body into the air. After a brief feeling of floating, my back felt the pain caused by the violent collision, and my head was also " There was a buzzing noise, and it felt like a swarm of bees suddenly moved into my skull...
The severe dizziness made me lie on the ground unable to move. My vision, hearing, and even touch all left me at that moment. I felt like I was floating in nothingness, surrounded by nothing but meaningless noise. Endless darkness.
I don’t know how long it took for my five senses to gradually recover - judging from the fact that the moment I first opened my eyes, I saw large stains caused by strong light, it shouldn’t have been too long. In terms of vision, I don’t know how long it took. Before I fully recovered, my ears heard the sound of machine gun fire like exploding beans.
I didn't hear the sound of anti-aircraft guns. It was probably not an air attack by enemy planes. It seemed that we were attacked by the separatists...
My vision finally recovered, and I saw blazing flames burning on the road in front of the small building assigned to us. The skeletons that occasionally appeared in the flames should belong to the large truck transporting garbage.
Above my head, Maxine set up on a high tower was roaring, spitting out long tongues of fire.
Then I found that the Cheka officer who had just briefed us was lying unconscious on top of me. In the light of the fire, I could clearly see that his uniform was stained red with blood.
The red bloodstain made me tremble suddenly. The scenes that happened on the runway of the air force base in the afternoon flew through my mind. The deep black despair stretched out its sharp teeth and gnawed at me.
heart.
——No, never!
I pushed the young man on top of me away, stumbled to my feet, and yelled at the sea of fire in front of me without any explanation: "Eva!"
Echoing my voice, a small group of black shadows that had been huddled in the fire suddenly stretched out. My new partner stared at me covered in blood with wide eyes. Her handsome face was suddenly filled with shock and joy.
, sadness and other messy things fill it up and distort it out of shape.
I breathed a long sigh of relief and calmed down. At the same time, a strong sense of fatigue hit my body, and the pain that had just disappeared rushed back.
Eva covered her mouth, and the crystal tears rolled down her cheeks slowly. Amidst the thunderous gunshots around her, her low voice miraculously reached my ears:
I was about to say something to comfort my fairy when another black figure slowly stood up from behind Eva. Some kind of tubular object in his hand shone orange-red under the blazing flames.
The object was aimed at Eva's back.
I only had time to stretch out my arm to Eva, and the sound of a gunshot, which was particularly clear amidst the continuous machine gun fire, shocked my ears.
Eva twisted her neck in surprise and looked at the figure who fell backward behind her. The submachine gun that fell from the man's hand fell to the ground and slid to Eva's feet.
I lowered my head and saw that the Cheka boy who had just been pushed away by me was raising his upper body with his left hand. The pistol he held in his raised right hand was still smoking.
He continued to fire at the fallen shadow, until he emptied the magazine and collapsed to the ground.
The words stopped suddenly, his face turned to the side, the military cap that fell off his head rolled along the ground and disappeared, and his pistol also slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
I bent down and reached out to close his eyes, then picked up his pistol, and took off the military pocket containing the spare magazine from his belt. After doing this, I raised my head and picked up the wave from the ground.
Eva with the Porsha submachine gun was standing in front of me. She was looking with sad eyes at the Cossack guy who had protected both of us with her life.
However, we did not have another chance to fire these weapons that night, and the separatist attack was quickly foiled. Later I learned that the Cheka's report was sent to the Central Command of Kiev and the headquarters of the institute's security regiment that night.
This directly led to a city-wide manhunt in the second half of the night. The sporadic gunshots coming from the execution ground outside the city did not stop that night...
After order was restored in the institute compound, Eva and I were moved to the officers' dormitory of the garrison regiment headquarters.
There was only one big bed in the room assigned to us. After washing, Eva and I lay on the bed back to back - this is the tradition of the Air Force. During the running-in period, goblins and pilots lie on the same bed. It is said that this can strengthen the relationship between each other.
A sense of belonging makes it easier to create a strong bond that does not allow others to intervene.
No matter what, it’s fine. I just flew across the huge polar sea and experienced a series of events. Now I urgently need to rest. But people are like this. Once the darkness falls around me and everything is quiet, I will become more sleepy than usual.
Sentimental.
At this time yesterday, the girl named Aksinya was lying back to back with me. The difference between her back ridge and Eva's was so obvious. The more I felt Eva's thin and dry back ridge, Skinny, the memories of Aksinia’s thickness and warmth become more and more vivid.
What mood did she leave this world with today? Did she resent me or feel nostalgic for this world when she left?
Was my decision to leave her on that ice sheet really the right one?
And the most important thing is, why did I kill my partner again? During training, we completed every action smoothly, right? Why at that moment, did I feel that I could not complete the action smoothly? Yes Do I not trust Aksinya enough, or am I simply afraid?
I used the dim light coming from the window to look at the palm of my right hand in the dark. At this moment, my palm looked dry and smooth - we Westerly Tundra people basically have dry skin, and I am certainly no exception.
However, since I was a child, whenever I practice with real swords and guns, I will always sweat desperately. When I hunted the first direwolf pup, the sweat from my body was painted on the butt of the shotgun. There was a thick layer on it, and the biting cold wind quickly dried the sweat. The remaining grease made the butt made of fir wood look like it had been coated with a thick layer of wax.
My father scolded me severely for this. He thought I was scared deep down.
But later my father discovered that even though I sweated a lot every time, I could successfully capture or kill prey, so he gradually stopped mentioning it. Later, people in the village gradually came to know this characteristic of mine, and they all Say this: "Hey, this is the first time I have seen the Changshengtian warriors sweat so much! You must have eaten too much oil!"
Because of this, when I was a child, I refused to eat fatty meat for a long time, and finally I was so hungry that I fainted on the way to hunting - in an environment like the West Wind Tundra, the physical exertion of not eating fat could not be satisfied at all.
But one thing is for sure, I am a better hunter than my father, a warrior of immortality, and I am fearless.
So, what exactly is the problem?
At this time, I once again thought of the words of political commissar Dimyanov when I left Veshensk -
——A person who can truly rule the sky does not need other decorations to emphasize his majesty.
The image of Dimyanov's face in my mind filled me with a feeling of disgust, which made my mood even worse.
At this time, the girl lying behind me moved, and her sharp shoulder blade accidentally poked my shoulder socket.
I suddenly wanted to chat with her and change my mood, so I searched the memory in my mind and found a random topic.
"This afternoon, the senior colonel at the base seemed to say that you stopped talking after returning from your first combat cruise?"
At that time, I felt very strange about the colonel's statement, because I clearly heard what she said, but the situation was so confusing at the time that I didn't ask in detail, and I simply forgot about it later...
In response to my question, Eva responded with a casual "hmm".
"Why?"
Eva's answer to the second question was a long silence.
This aroused my curiosity, so I decided to ask from another angle.
"Then, why did you speak to me?"
After a brief silence, the girl replied: "Because the expression on your face reminds me of myself I saw in the mirror."
I gently touched my cheek with my hand. It turns out that when I walked towards Eva, I had the same expression on my face as hers.
I was about to say something when Eva's voice came from behind me: "Well... I... didn't really want to persuade you to leave at that time... I actually..."
The girl's voice became lower and lower, and eventually turned into a muffled murmur that could not be heard clearly at all.
After a while, I heard even and rhythmic breathing from behind. I propped up my body slightly, looked back, and found that Eva had already fallen asleep.
Eva's sleeping face brought out all the fatigue I had accumulated throughout the day, and soon I fell into that comfortable land of silence.
Just after six o'clock the next day, I was dragged up by Eva.
My new partner didn't say a word, she just held my arm tightly, her red eyes staring out the window at the cloudless sky that was just beginning to turn white.
When my brain completely woke up from the chaos caused by sleep, I heard the rolling "thunder", which made me jump out of bed.
I pulled Eva and rushed out of the corridor, stretched my neck and looked in the direction of the thunderous sound. Half a minute later I remembered to take out a map and compass to confirm the direction of the sound.
All pilots have a habit of updating the map in their hands at any time to understand the latest situation on the battlefield, so that if their plane is damaged in an air battle, they can avoid the enemy's position as much as possible when making an emergency landing. In the area controlled by our own people. The map in my hand was just updated yesterday before leaving Kiev Air Force Base.
The direction from which the artillery sound came was Meshelovka, which is the junction of the Confederate Thirty-sixth Army and the Twenty-sixth Army's defense areas. It is quite far away from Kiev. However, from the map in my hand, the situation between us and the enemy Look, after the enemy breaks through there, there is no other army in front of them that can stop them from outflanking the Kiev Front's rear.
What's worse is that if the enemy's intention is really to outflank the Kiev Front, then the Kiev Air Base is right on their route of advance...
Can Valkyrie's emergency repairs be kept up?
As soon as I started to worry about this problem, my ears caught a low, subtle sound. The sound was hidden in the sound of cannons in the distance. If you don't pay attention, you will be ignored. But gradually, the sound became more and more... The louder it got, the more the vibrations it caused gradually increased to the point where it could be felt by humans - at first it was just the pointer of the compass I placed on the cement guardrail in the corridor that kept shaking, and soon all the bottles and cans in the entire corridor were uneasy. It makes a tinkling sound.
I am all too familiar with this kind of vibration. It is the roar of an air fleet or a large fleet of aircraft approaching.
The next moment, the sound of air defense sirens resounded through the sky, sounding like a starved baby crying loudly. The beams of light from the searchlights lit up one after another, like sharp swords piercing the twilight sky, wiping out the light on the other side. The dull colored glaze was cut into pieces.
"Go! Hide in the factory!" I shouted loudly, holding Eva's hand and running along the corridor. When we rushed into the compound of the security regiment, the army soldiers who had completed the entire team were trotting towards me. position.
I found a jeep in the yard, picked up Eva and jumped in without saying a word. The private sitting in the driver's seat yelled at me: "This is the regimental commander's jeep, comrade major, you can't get in!"
I kicked him out of the car and sat in his seat.
As soon as I had time to start the car, the black figures of Junkers bombers densely occupied the sky over Kiev. The anti-aircraft fire on the ground was so small that it could be ignored in front of this huge fleet of aircraft.
On the fourth day after the first Labor Day of the Patriotic War, and also the day after the start of Operation Dubird, a large-scale air attack on the city of Kiev by 4,000 Junkers and an aviation battleship detachment opened the door for the Confederate Army to The prelude to the destruction of the Kiev Front.