On November 5, 1943, at a Soviet ambush site in the Caucasus mountains, Soviet captain Treft commanded hundreds of Soviet soldiers to hide in the mountains, staring at the road ahead under the protection of rocks, ready to destroy the passing Soviet troops at any time. During this period, although the Germans did not launch an attack on the Caucasus region, a small number of German companies entered the Caucasus mountains for reconnaissance. Therefore, the General Command of the Soviet Transcaucasus Front issued an order to allow some Soviet troops to guard in certain dangerous areas and block the German troops.

"Comrades, pay attention! There is a situation ahead, it seems like it is a German." The Soviet soldiers who were observing the situation at a high place held the rifle tightly, pointed to the mountain road ahead and shouted, with a hint of excitement in their voice. All the Soviet soldiers resting behind the rocks ran to the shooting point, and saw that on the mountain road 300 meters ahead, nearly a company of Germans were slowly advancing along the mountain road, and several military motorcycles were mixed in the center of the team.

"Comrades! Get ready to open fire," Captain Treft issued an order. All the Soviet soldiers raised their guns, held their breath, and aimed at their targets. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the Germans to reach the best ambush site before firing, and caught them off guard. The ground seemed very quiet at this time. The Soviet soldiers could clearly hear the footsteps of the Germans as they advanced, the rustling sounds of snow, and the roar of motorcycle engines.

"Fire," Treft issued an order to attack, and then pulled the trigger in his hand. "Ka, da, da, da, da," "Bang, bang," the crisp sound of the Poposa machine gun shooting, and the dull collision sound of the rifle fired, breaking through the calm sky in the mountains of the Caucasus. Countless bullets slid rapidly, crashing into the unprepared German army, and bloody holes appeared.

"Ah,,," the shot hit the ground screaming, and the blood oozing from the wound was smuggled into the white snow. Within a few seconds, a group of lives passed away. But the Germans were not particularly panicked. After the instant panic, the survivors quickly gathered together and found bunkers to start fighting back.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding," the heavy shooting sound of the AK-47 sounded. This assault rifle can play a great role in any moment, any environment, or any place. Bullets ejected like blizzards rushed towards the Soviet soldiers hiding on the rocks. "Ding, ding, ding," the bullets raised white snow blocks and gray rock fragments when they hit the rocks.

"Ah, ah," the wail of the shotgun also sounded among the Soviet soldiers. Many unlucky Soviet soldiers were hit by flying bullets and covered their wounds and moaned in pain. For a moment, the ambush became a stalemate. The Germans found a bunker and used their weapons to fight back fiercely at the attackers. The powerful power of the AK-47 was epoch-making in this era. The guns of the Soviet soldiers not only had a clear gap in range but also in power. As a result, the Soviet army, which had the advantage, was constantly shot and killed, and people kept falling down. The tragedy of the dead made people shudder.

Seeing that the ambush had been basically successful, Treft would be in trouble if he continued to fight. With a wave of his hand, he commanded all the Soviet soldiers to retreat. "Comrades, our ambush battle has been successful. We have killed many German devils. Now everyone should retreat soon, the German reinforcements may be coming, and the German planes may be coming to reinforce."

Treft put away the poposa machine gun in his hand and directed all the soldiers to help their injured comrades retreat into the deep mountains. The Soviet soldiers quickly retreated into the mountains and disappeared in front of the Germans. Seeing this, the German soldiers could only watch the Soviets retreat calmly and dare not pursue them. They cleaned the battlefield in disappointment and sent the injured and dead comrades back to the camp.

Treft led his soldiers to escape from the battlefield with a victorious smile and returned to the Soviet camp, preparing to report his achievements to his superiors. Treft understood that the ambush was quite beautiful, killing at least more than 50 German devils. It seemed that he could hang a shining medal on his chest.

But Treft's smile froze when he returned to the camp. The originally noisy military camp has become a little dull today, no longer the passion of the past and no longer the high pitch of the past. The soldiers are all gathered in groups of three or three, muttering something, and Treft immediately feels something wrong.

"Treft, come here quickly." Just as Treft was stunned, Lieutenant Meissilla, a friend he had grown up with since childhood, waved and called Treft, asking him to come to the corner to talk to him. Treft happened to be full of complaints, so he ran to Meissilla and asked, "Hey! What's wrong today? Why are everyone like dead mothers?"

Meisilla looked around and saw that there were no outsiders around him, solemnly pulled Trevtra into the corner and said in a slightly terrifying tone, "Oh no, Stalin's bastard is going to carry out a major purge again. Now this terrible news is spread all over the military camp. I heard that Stalin was afraid that the rebellion like Chechnya would happen again, and that he would carry out a major rectification of all the ethnic minorities in the army. We are all from the Ingush tribe, and we will definitely be done this time."

"No! Where did you hear this news? How could this happen?" Treft was shocked and expressed his inability to believe the terrible news. This was a matter that disrupted the morale of the army.

Seeing that his friend didn't believe it, Mysilla looked anxious and said, "Don't believe it, kid. Do you really think that bastard Stalin is so great? Tell you! This news came from our hometown. Yesterday I received a letter from my mother, saying that the village was spreading everywhere, and Stalin was going to attack our minority soldiers. My mother told me not to join the army and go home to sell sweet potatoes. Think about it! Even an illiterate mother like my mother knows the news that Stalin is going to attack us, which shows the seriousness of the situation."

"This, where did your mother hear the news from? Where is this rumor spreading?" Captain Treft was a little moved.

"Oh, you are so stupid." Lieutenant Meissilla slapped Captain Treft's head fiercely, "I really don't know how you became a captain. Think carefully! Just my mother said I would believe it? The problem now is that my mother wrote letters to persuade me to escape. My uncle, my second uncle, my eldest uncle, my sixth aunt, and my eighth uncle all wrote letters to ask me to go home to sell sweet potatoes. Besides, have you not noticed when you come back? Several teams that have attacked have not come back, and it seems that they have all escaped home."

After hearing what Maisilla explained, Treft realized that the atmosphere was not right after returning to the camp. Moreover, the teams that attacked the same day as him did not come back, but Treft still insisted on his theory, "They may have been annihilated by the Germans when they didn't come back. Are you a little crazy?"

"Damn, I was really defeated by you." Meissilla exclaimed and covered her face, pretending to be helpless, feeling deeply regretful for the friend who was seriously brainwashed by communist thought. This was all the evil committed by Lenin and Stalin, but in order to save his good friend from dire straits, Lieutenant Meissilla still advised him earnestly:

"Captain Treft, just listen to me! Look at when I have deceived you. If it weren't for the fact that we wore trousers, covered with quilts, and chased the same girl when we were young, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you. Go and prepare! My fellow villagers and I have already discussed it, and we will run tonight. Let's have a victory escape and escape from the evil Soviet army."

Treft felt something was right after being persuaded by his fellow villagers. After he returned from his mission, the barracks had become another world. Looking at the soldiers around him, the soldiers of the ethnic minority were all looking bad, while the Slavs and Georgians all looked at the soldiers of the ethnic minority with strange eyes.

In such an army, it is difficult for the soldiers of ethnic minorities to stand up. They made countless contributions to become captains. However, some Slavs who were afraid of death were able to rise to the top. In such a bureaucratic army, it is really meaningless to stay there. In addition, the process of the war has become increasingly unfavorable to the Soviet army, so maybe it is time for me to leave.

"Treft, have you thought about it? If you don't leave, I will go on the road. I will persuade you like this, which is the end of kindness." Meissilla used sincere words to persuade Captain Treft for the last time, hoping that such a young man would not be deceived by the evil Marxist-Leninist Stalinian thoughts.

"Okay! I'll go with you tonight, I miss home, and I want to," Treft felt his thoughts drifting far away. His wife, his parents, and his fields. The fragrant earthy smell of the fragrant earth seduces him all the time.

That night, Soviet captain Treft and Soviet lieutenant Maisilla fled the barracks together with hundreds of ethnic minority soldiers. After taking off his military uniform, they ran to his hometown. Originally, Captain Treft would have received a medal for commanding the victory of an ambush and was praised in the red-headed big-character poster. But the next day, his name appeared on the wanted list issued by the Soviet Union, on the grounds that it was deserters.

However, this wanted list can never be conveyed. Because, as the large number of ethnic minority soldiers fled, the Soviet defense in the Caucasus mountains was shaky. It was still a problem to control the situation. As for these wanted orders, they became a piece of waste paper and were sealed into the archives. Soon after, the Soviet Union fell. The new Russian government declared that all political prisoners and deserters during Stalin's rule were innocent, and these wanted orders for deserters were also declared invalid.

The entire Caucasus battle also developed in a direction that was beneficial to the Germans. It is mentioned here that it was not until 50 years later, in 1993 that this wanted order was accidentally discovered by later generations and sent to Captain Treft, who was already in his 80s.
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