Chapter 132 Wooden Planks

The carriage fell silent in an instant, except for the regular sound of "click, click, click" from the rails outside.

Then, after a while, the fighters suddenly came alive:

"No, that's impossible, you're the 'runaway hero'?"

"We were talking about you just now!"

"They say you were the one who planned the rescue of Odessa, didn't you?"

...

"How did you know this?" Shulka was a little surprised. This plan had been a military secret until then.

But of course, after the Battle of Odessa it was no longer classified.

But it still surprised Shulka that the soldiers who protected the train knew it.

"Kyiv has spread!" Yakov explained: "We have been going back and forth between Kyiv and Odessa, so we can always get the latest news!"

Shulka said "oh".

"I think we should thank you, Comrade Shulka!" Yakov said.

"Why?"

"Because of this plan!" Yakov explained: "It's a good plan, you probably don't know what it means to us... We are Odessa people, there are our families, our friends !"

"Yes, Comrade Shulka!" said another soldier. "We cannot imagine what will happen if Odessa falls to the enemy!"

...

This was unexpected for Shulka.

Shulka only thought of strategies, tricks, deduction, and of course his own safety, but he didn't expect that every battle would be related to the inextricable family and friendship.

"It's nothing, comrades!" Shulka replied: "This is what I should do. In fact, it was Major Gavrilov who saved Odessa, other officers and men of the 9th Mechanized Army, and you... ...As long as we can unite, we will be able to drive the invaders out of our motherland and win!"

"Yes, Comrade Shulka!"

"Well said, Comrade Shulka!"

...

Major Gavrilov patted Shulka on the shoulder and said, "Maybe we should let you give a speech, I mean to the soldiers and civilians of Odessa!"

"No, Comrade Major!" said Shulka, "I'm only concerned about one thing now!"

"what is the problem?"

"Where is the side?"

The soldiers "coaxed" and laughed.

The side locker was placed in a small compartment deep in the carriage... It was said that the side locker was actually just a bucket, and all kinds of filth were unbearable to look at.

"Be careful with the boards in front, Comrade Shulka!" Yakov reminded: "You have to step on the middle of them, otherwise you may be shocked!"

Shulka thought about it with his feet, and the boards were indeed loose. If he stepped on them, he would be shocked, and he would probably fall off... The bottom of the train in this era was nailed with wooden boards, and This is indeed the case when it has been in disrepair for a long time.

But these are nothing to Shulka. He seems to have gotten used to them after he came to this time and space... The usual marching operations are often solved anywhere, and they often have to be solved quickly, so it is not much better.

At least there was no rain in the train, which enabled Shulka to sleep leaning against the box.

The only regret is that smoking is not allowed in the carriage, because the carriage is full of ammunition, and it is no joke if it detonates.

Shulka thought that this might also be the reason for choosing stuffy tank carriages for transportation... From the perspective of protecting the safety of the train, it is necessary to open a few observation holes on both sides of the carriage anyway, so that the soldiers hiding inside will not be able to fully see Not to the situation outside.

But doing so may not only fail to achieve the purpose of protecting the train, it may also be counterproductive... The carriage is transported with ammunition, and the guerrillas only need to climb on the train at a certain position and stuff a grenade into the perforation,

Then there was a "boom"...

Shulka learned from Yakov that the speed of this train is about 50 kilometers per hour, which means it will take more than ten hours to reach Kyiv.

During the period, the soldiers ate a dinner, the food was black bread that was difficult to swallow... This let Shulka know that the previous statement was correct. Good supplies were left to them.

Unknowingly, the time has entered the night, but this makes no difference to the soldiers huddled in the carriage, because they can't see anything anyway.

Shulka took the time to sort out his equipment, which was a habit he had developed since participating in the battle. He didn't want to find that there were only two bullets in the bullet bag when an emergency came.

"Why don't you get a pistol!" Second Lieutenant Gavrilov asked, "After all, you are already the company commander!"

"I did!" said Shulka, "but they told me there was a serious shortage of pistols!"

"Yes!" Yakov said, "it may be puzzling. Pistols are much lighter and smaller than rifles, but there is a serious shortage. But that is normal, because rifles are more needed than pistols on the battlefield, so from grams Rimia transported all rifles, they are unwilling to waste precious space and capacity on pistols!"

Yakov has been protecting transport units for some time, so knows this well.

"I'll apply for you when I get back!" Major Gavrilov said.

"No, Major!" said Shulka, "maybe I can get some from the Germans!"

The soldiers laughed knowingly.

But at this moment, there was only a "boom", and then the train stopped suddenly, and the soldiers in the carriage fell into a pile involuntarily under the strong inertia.

Then there was gunfire outside.

"The enemy!" Yakov's face changed drastically under the light of the flashlight: "It's the guerrillas, we were attacked by the guerrillas!"

After a pause, Yakov ordered loudly: "Open the door and protect the train!"

"No!" Shulka hurriedly stopped, "Don't open the door!"

"Comrade Shulka?" Yakov looked at Shulka suspiciously.

"They've been prepared for a long time!" Shulka said, "They will block the doors with firepower!"

"That's right!" Major Gavrilov agreed. "They will even throw grenades into the carriages!"

"But Major..." Yakov said nervously, "If we don't go out, wait until they get rid of the others..."

Needless to say what will happen next, when the guerrillas have eliminated the fighters guarding outside the carriage, the next step is to blow up the train.

So staying in it is also death.

"Follow me!" Shulka didn't explain, grabbed the rifle and walked deep.

Go to the side position and step on it, and a few wooden boards will be lifted to reveal a hole leading to the bottom.

"We can get out of here!" Shulka said.