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The 170th Infantry Division of the 54th Army under the German Eleventh Army was stationed in Dairi City.

On the morning of June 4th, the entire Dairi City was in panic.

In the south of the city, a long marching force rushed out of the city and fled along the road to the city of Cluj-Napoca, fifty kilometers away.

In the team, whether it is adults, children, men or women, their faces are full of panic and frustration.

Donkey carts, horse carts and bicycles are the main force of the team, and trucks and sedans are rare "animals".

The whistle of motor vehicles, the roar of donkeys and horses, and the crisp sound of bicycle bells were heard one after another, and the dust flew into the air under the wheels, staining every passenger's body, dyeing their bodies a light yellow color.

The refugees looked back from time to time and saw countless black smoke columns soaring into the sky in Dairi City, and gunfire sounds continued.

Seven or eight planes hovered over the city, diving towards the city from time to time, bombs and machine guns and cannons sparked fire after flames and smoke in the city.

The German air defense artillery shells rushed into the sky with traces, like electric chains dancing constantly, whipping the planes to the fullest.

In the southern urban area of ​​the city, relying on the cover of the anti-aircraft artillery troops, all members of the 170th Division were busy in a regiment.

The fire rose in the fireplace. The staff threw all telegrams and documents that had no value in preservation into the fire, and white paper like snowflakes turned into ashes one by one, and heat waves and black ash filled the room. Everyone's faces were roasted red by the fireplace.

On the street outside the room, eight Opel Lightning Trucks were parked in front of the division department, and the staff and guards ran between the truck and the room, typewriters, radio stations, telephones and bundles of telephone lines were thrown into the carriage, and each truck filled was driven away.

The reconnaissance battalion of the 170th Infantry Division and the air reconnaissance planes found that the Soviet army had occupied the town of Yiliangda in the northwest of Dairi City and the town of Bekeliang in the east. The two towns were less than thirty kilometers away from Dairi City. Dairi City could be attacked by the Soviet army at any time.

After reporting the danger he faced to the 54th Army headquarters, the 170th Infantry Division was ready to fight with the Soviet army in Dairi Castle to defend this important transportation center, but what he received was an order to retreat immediately.

Although he was a little unwilling to give up, his military orders were everywhere, and the 170th Infantry Division had to pack up and prepare to retreat.

The actions of the 170th Infantry Division caused panic among the citizens. Seeing these Germans packing their luggage and seeing the planes with red five-pointed stars on their heads, the escape wave broke out like a mountain torrent, and Dairi Castle suddenly fell into chaos.

After being busy until the afternoon, the traffic and crowds of people rushed out of Dairi City became smaller and smaller, and the sound of gunfire in the city became increasingly sparse.

Twelve fighter jets painted with iron crosses roared out of the clouds and rushed towards the Soviet planes. The fierce air battle broke out over Dairi City.

The anti-aircraft artillery troops in the city took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle and dragged anti-aircraft artillery of various calibers to evacuate the city.

Twelve fighter jets quickly drove away Soviet fighter jets and then hovered over the city to escort the evacuation of ground troops.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Dairi Castle fell into a strange silence. No other sound could be heard except for the roar of German fighter engines over the city.

Twenty minutes later, the German fighter plane left, and Dairi Castle completely became a dead city.

It was not until nearly five o'clock that on the road northwest of Dairi City, three Ba ​​armored vehicles and five BT-5 fast tanks quickly approached the city and rushed until they were about 300 meters away from the city.

A Soviet lieutenant jumped off the armored vehicle led by the leader. Then he climbed onto a BT-5 tank and peeked at the inside of the city with a telescope.

No one or vehicle was moving on the streets, and no German soldiers, the whole city fell into silence.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the lieutenant jumped out of the tank and ordered three Ba ​​armored vehicles to set off and explore the way in the city.

Two minutes later, the lieutenant saw three armored vehicles driving into the city without any obstacles, and finally felt relieved.

Five BT-5 fast tanks rushed into the city. Fifteen minutes later, a red sickle and axe flag was raised from the flagpole of the municipal building in Dairi Castle.

The young lieutenant looked up seriously as the national flag rose to the top of the flagpole, and saw a ba armored vehicle staggering into the municipal square and parked in front of him.

"Comrade Lieutenant, a convoy was found in the east of the city, approaching the city, and it should be from the Southern Front."

"The superiors have told me that Dairi City is our jurisdiction. We must welcome them as our master. You will welcome the comrades from the Southern Front Army and bring them here." said the young lieutenant.

Five minutes later, a convoy of BT-5 fast tanks and ba armored vehicles drove into the square.

A captain jumped out of the armored vehicle in the lead and walked straight towards the young lieutenant.

After raising his hand and saluting each other with the lieutenant, the captain said, "I am Captain Zhuolonov, the 20th Tank Division of the 9th Mechanized Army of the Southern Front. I am very happy to see you, Comrade Lieutenant."

"I am Lieutenant Ivanovic, Reconnaissance Battalion of the 19th Tank Division of the 22nd Mechanized Army of the Southwest Front. I think we should have a hug to celebrate our great meeting." Ivanovic said.

Zhuolonov laughed and opened his arms to Ivanovic, and the two figures formed one.

After the hug, Lieutenant Ivanovich said: "Comrade Lieutenant, the Germans and Romanians left in a hurry, leaving us with a lot of spoils. We should collect some military supplies and hold a cocktail party to celebrate our meeting. What do you think?"

Captain Zhuolov said, "I agree with your advice. On the way here, I saw two taverns, and I went there to collect military supplies."

"I will take people to the southern highway to explore the way and see where the Germans have escaped? I will be back soon."

The two smiled and said to each other that they had met again and parted ways.

Captain Zhuolonov commanded his BT-5 tanks to break open the doors of the two bars one after another, and then rushed into the counter and wine cellar of the bar with cheers, collecting military supplies and preparing for the evening celebration.

Wandering happily between the bottle and the barrel, Captain Zhuolov laughed constantly. The wine was enough to fill a swimming pool and finally drink happily without being angry about the rations of two taels of vodka every day.

Huh? What's the sound?

The smile on Captain Zhuolonov's face instantly frozen, and he listened to the sounds outside the wine cellar.

It was very quiet outside. Could the explosion just now be an illusion?

After listening carefully for a while, Captain Zhuolonov did not hear any strange sounds, and then devoted himself to the collection work.

Five minutes later, Captain Zhuolonov walked out of the wine cellar with two bottles of royal salutes and ran into the bar head-on, hitting a sergeant hurriedly pushing the door and breaking into the bar.

"Comrade Captain, please come with me. Lieutenant Ivanovic has an accident."

When Zhuolonov saw Lieutenant Ivanovic again, he could no longer recognize Lieutenant Ivanovic's appearance.

The young and handsome lieutenant's face was only left half of the left and the right half was bloody and could not recognize his original appearance.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"We just left the city and drove less than five kilometers into the minefield set by the Germans. The armored vehicle the lieutenant was the first to press the mine. When we found him from the overturned car, he was already like this."

Captain Zhuolov stared at Lieutenant Ivanovic's body, his face dark and he was not talking for a long time.

Turning around and walking to the armored vehicle he was riding in, he took out a bottle of royal salute from the cabin, walked depressedly to Lieutenant Ivanovic's body, stuffed the bottle into Lieutenant Ivanovic's pocket on his right waist, and then said to the sergeant: "You find a place to bury him. Remember to spill the bottle of wine on his grave after burying."
Chapter completed!