Vault 32

Chapter 115 Political Commissar

Sniffing slightly, the burnt smell made Prunyakov frowned slightly, and the expression on his face under the sunglasses could not be seen clearly, but his pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything carefully looked at the forest in front of him. .The Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter has smashed a large hole in the forest, and there are even more than a dozen broken trees. The burning of the helicopter wreckage ignited the fallen branches and leaves, and billowing smoke .

But facing the burning smell, Plenyakov's mouth showed a slight mocking smile. His eyes followed the rotation of his neck and looked at the helicopter wreckage very carefully. After a while, He nodded, turned around and looked at the Soviet soldiers following him, cleared his throat and said, "It's obvious."

"What?" The Soviet soldiers behind him turned their heads to look at him, but apart from anger and hatred, there was also a little panic in their eyes.Holding AKM assault rifles in their hands, they are carefully guarding the surrounding forest, and even in the depths of the forest not far away, there are Soviet soldiers with RPD light machine guns on guard with a cold face, as long as there is any suspicious The target appeared in front of their eyes. If the password was wrong, they would probably face the merciless and brutal shooting.

And just under their feet, there were still bloody corpses lying in disorder, wearing the same uniforms as them, and even holding the same weapons in their hands.However, the strong smell of blood was stronger than that of burnt stench. In less than half an hour, the blood had already infected the ground on the surface of the dense forest and attracted countless carrion-eating and blood-sucking mosquitoes. In this forest, greedily enjoying the blood everywhere.

"It's a conspiracy, isn't it? It's an obvious conspiracy."

Prunyakov raised his head slightly, and straightened the big-brimmed hat on his forehead, making the five-pointed star on the sickle and hammer more vivid.For him, careful observation was a talent brought from birth, but seeing the black wreckage of the helicopter and the tiny flames still burning, the corners of his mouth curled up into a mocking smile: "That's right, it's a conspiracy." Through the sunglasses, his eyes seemed to be lit up with some kind of brilliance: "What makes me curious is why Americans have our RPG-18 model disposable rocket missile?"

Before he could finish his words, the eyes of the surrounding soldiers who were protecting him widened instantly.Especially the frightened eyes couldn't help but subconsciously look at the wreckage of the helicopter, which was still burning with flames licking the paint on the fuselage, and was still releasing thick black smoke, which condensed into a ball and shot straight into the sky.And they couldn't help but look at the wreckage of three other helicopters more than ten meters away, which also emitted the pungent burnt smell and billowing smoke.

"Right there, on the ground, the rocket went up and hit the bottom of our careless helicopter."

Looking at the shocked expressions on the faces of the group of Soviet soldiers around him, Plunyakov nodded slightly. He was as reserved as a proud scholar, walking on the soft ground in the dense forest, and his face was spotlessly clean. His leather boots looked a little dirty now, but he continued to walk forward without taking it seriously, until he came to a dense bush, nodded slowly and said: "Right here, they fired more than eight RPGs. -18 rockets."

Prunyakov's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly squatted behind the bush, looking at the inconspicuous trace, but the corner of his mouth still curled up into a mocking smile.His white hand stretched out to touch the ground, the slight hardness contained uneven ups and downs, which made his brows slightly relaxed, and he nodded slightly to the soldier who was closely following him behind him, couldn't help it Admired: "Very good, perfect concealment, very good, sudden attack." He paused, slightly shook his head and said: "This ambush is perfect."

Behind the bushes, you can still see traces left by someone lying there, and when Prunyakov put his hand on the footprint, his face was also a little weird.He found that the deep footprints, except for jumping off a three-meter-high tree, ordinary people can't step on them at all.And he looked up at a primitive giant tree next to him, which looked as thick and thin as a person's arms, but it didn't leave any traces of climbing.Frowning slightly, just when he was confused, the figure walking quickly on the path made him couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "My poor comrade leader is here."

"Comrade Political Commissar, what on earth...what happened here? Here...this is simply the cruelest battlefield!"

A colonel also came to this dense forest on foot quickly, but his expression was quite embarrassing.Especially looking at the soldiers who were closely guarded around him, and the strong smell of blood, he couldn't help clenching his teeth.Seeing Prunyakov, the political commissar of his island garrison regiment, was there, he couldn't help walking over quickly, looked at the miserable corpses around him, and asked suppressing the anger in his heart: "This small island is obviously ours. Why did such a tragic battle happen at the missile base?"

"A fierce battle? Oh no, Comrade Commander, I want to make a correction."

The corner of Prunyakov's mouth curled up, looking at the colonel head in front of him with an extremely embarrassing expression on his face, but he understood the fear in his heart.As the commander sent by the Soviet Union to this small island to establish a frontline base, he originally had a bright future, but once the upper-level leaders knew about the death of two platoons, I am afraid that his military journey has come to an end.And he also understood that the colonel really didn't know anything about team battles, and he smiled slightly, with a calm tone: "This is a massacre, a massacre with conspiracy."

"What massacre? Why am I in charge of guarding this island? As the leader, why don't I know anything?"

The colonel leader was obviously extremely angry, and his fists were already clenched.But he looked at the cliff in front of him, many Soviet soldiers were standing there with rifles, his eyes were slightly red, he gritted his teeth and walked over there, while looking at the surrounding bushes and woods The corpses of the Soviet soldiers under the ground, as well as the wreckage of the crashed helicopter in the nearby woods, were already extremely angry: "Who can tell me, what happened here?!"

The guard behind him walked forward, but the AKM assault rifle in his hand was raised instantly.Their eyes were dignified and serious, but there was no fear at all, and their eyes looked at the corpses on the cliff one by one, almost completely covered the grass, but they all held their breaths. Spread out and carefully protect the colonel behind him.

But the colonel suddenly pushed away a guard, and strode out of the shadows at the edge of the woods. His eyes were wide open, and he even looked at the piles of dead bodies, as well as the almost complete corpses. Seeing Xiaoxi's bleeding, he even subconsciously froze on the spot.The bright red appearance completely made his eyes bloodshot, and his tightly clenched fist seemed to be pierced into the palm of his hand, dripping down the cracks of his hands, and smashed into pieces on the ground.

"There are shotguns and there are automatic rifles."

Prunyakov walked over from behind. As a political commissar, those guards did not stop him, and these guards looked at the appearance almost like a slaughterhouse in front of them, and the hands holding the AKM assault rifle were slightly white.However, the corners of Prunyakov's mouth twitched slightly. Looking at the colonel in front of him who was shaking hands fiercely, he walked over and patted his hard shoulder due to tense muscles, and said very calmly: "M4A1 Assault rifles, the Americans did it."

"American?"

But the head of the colonel looked at the group of corpses lying on the ground on the edge of the cliff in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.He had already seen the ragged appearance of those corpses, as well as the tragic situation where the hands were not untied, and he also saw the American Federation uniforms worn on those corpses.Squinting his eyes slightly, he turned his head to look at the soldiers with AKM assault rifles in their hands, and suddenly fell silent.

His silence doesn't mean he doesn't know, and his silence doesn't mean he can't understand.But his still tightly clenched hand, and his gritted teeth, have already explained the anger in his heart.Prunyakov also saw his suppressed appearance, but slowly stepped back half a step, looked at him calmly and said softly: "No way, this is a task arranged by the Anti-Correction Committee, Sometimes those are political imperatives."

"Political need? We massacred captives and were chased by the Americans to retaliate?"

A Makarov pistol has been drawn from the colonel officer's arms, and he turned his head fiercely to look at the political commissar behind him.He shook his head slowly, his eyes were all red, and even looking at this Commissar Prunyakov, the anger in his heart made him think of some kind of desperation.The finger was slowly placed on the trigger, and he gasped deeply: "Give me a reason not to kill you, you traitor to the Soviet!"

But there was no fear on Prunyakov's calm face. He shrugged slightly, looked at the colonel in front of him, but just sighed helplessly: "I'm not a traitor, I'm just carrying out the anti-revolutionary campaign." It’s just an order from the committee.” Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the dense forest, and seeing his arrogant appearance, the colonel gritted his teeth and let out a roar. Just as he was about to pull the trigger in his hand, the guard behind him who was originally protecting him instantly raised the butt of the AKM assault rifle and slammed it down on the back of his head.And then Prunyakov's voice came: "Send him back to Moscow, our Comrade Leader seems to have some mental problems due to exhaustion from work."

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