When Shulka walked into the headquarters, the health worker was treating Major Gavrilov's wound. A bright red blood stain oozed from the major's forehead, which was particularly obvious against the white bandage.

"Major!" Shulka stood up and saluted Major Gavrilov.

Major Gavrilov tilted his eyes, nodded slightly, and said, "Well done, Shulka! Is your name Shulka? Did I remember correctly?"

"Yes, Major!" Shulka replied: "You remember correctly!"

"We captured a few prisoners!" Major Gavrilov said: "The information they gave is the same as what you said. The main force of the Germans has bypassed the Brest Fortress to attack the Soviet Union. It only took them one hour.

We captured the city of Brest and now move towards Slutsk!"

Shulka didn't say anything. He thought that Slutsk should have been lost at this time... You must know that it only took the German armored forces four days to reach Minsk, 349 kilometers away in history. This speed was far faster than anyone else.

imagination, including the Germans themselves.

But of course, Shulka would not be stupid enough to tell Major Gavrilov this.

"I think I owe you an apology, Shulka!" Major Gavrilov said: "We misunderstood you!"

"It's okay, Major!" Shulka replied: "It's normal!"

This statement is somewhat duplicitous, considering that Shulka was almost executed as a traitor not long ago.

But Shulka knew that this had nothing to do with Gavrilov, and if it hadn't been for Major Gavrilov, Shulka would have been finished long ago.

"No, this is not a trivial matter, Shulka!" At this time, the hygienist had finished bandaging. The major carefully touched the bandage and then stood up: "You know, we almost shot a hero as a traitor. This is not only

The unfairness to you is also a loss to the army and even the Soviet Union. So I think we should be careful in the future, don’t you think so?"

"Yes, Major!" Shulka said, "I totally agree!"

As he said this, Shulka glanced at the instructor not far away... Shulka was not an idiot. He knew that Major Gavrilov's words were actually meant for the instructor.

However, Major Gavrilov seemed to have failed to achieve his goal, because the instructor was sitting on a chair like a normal person, with his legs crossed and leisurely reading a newspaper. Next to him was a row of Soviet soldiers kneeling, holding their heads with their hands raised.

One of them is Valery.

"In view of your outstanding performance!" Major Gavrilov said: "I have decided to promote you to the rank of squad leader. What do you think?"

This surprised Shulka, because he was just a rookie. He had just entered the battlefield and suddenly became the squad leader...

But this seems to be normal.

First of all, most of the garrison troops in the Brest Fortress have never fought in a war like Shulka. If we say that they are all rookies.

Secondly, the Soviet army suffered heavy losses in several battles, especially since it lacked commanders in the first place... So there is nothing wrong with Shulka being promoted and having made great achievements in combat. This is also the need of the battle.

After thinking about it, Shulka stood up and replied: "No, Comrade Major! I don't have any opinion. I will obey your arrangement unconditionally!"

Shulka knew that this was not really asking him to express any opinion... As the instructor said before, soldiers do not need to have their own ideas.

"Very good!" Major Gavrilov nodded with satisfaction: "You can get familiar with your subordinates and lead them to fight bravely like you..."

"Major!" At this time, the instructor who had been silent interrupted Gavrilov: "I have a different opinion!"

"What?" Major Gavrilov frowned, a little dissatisfied with the instructor's interference.

"It's very simple!" The instructor put down the newspaper, raised his head towards Valery who was kneeling in front of him, and said, "A class cannot have two monitors at the same time!"

Only then did Shulka know that Valery was his monitor.

"He has been dismissed!" Major Gavrilov replied without thinking: "I don't think you think he can continue to be the squad leader, Comrade Artu!"

"Of course!" the instructor stood up, adjusted his uniform and belt, and said, "But I think there should be a settlement between the new squad leader and the old squad leader. This will be a good start for his subordinates and even the entire army.

,Do you agree?"

Hearing this, Shulka immediately knew what the instructor was going to do.

To be precise, it was not what the instructor wanted to do, but what Shulka wanted to do... He was ordered to shoot Valery.

Valery was escorted out by two guards. He was almost carried out because he had no strength to take a step.

The location was right where the instructor held Shulka... In an open space on the right side of the headquarters, Valery was being held down and kneeling on the ground.

"Raise your gun, Shulka!" the instructor ordered.

Shulka's palms were sweating. Although this was not the first time he killed someone, this time it was different... The target was one of his own, and it was at close range, only two meters away. Shulka could even see Valery because

Trembling with fear.

"Don't do this, Shulka!" Valery said inarticulately with a cry: "Please! I... still have two children and a wife, they are waiting for me to go back..."

"He is a traitor, Shulka!" the instructor lit a cigarette next to him and said easily: "It is a shame and a stain. We must dig out the carrion and throw it away like a wound. We cannot use any mercy.

, otherwise it will spread throughout the body like a plague!”

The instructor exhaled a puff of smoke, and then continued his speech: "Shoot, use your actions to tell everyone that our army does not need such cowards; use your actions to prove that you are qualified for the position of squad leader; prove that you have the ability

, have the courage to command your subordinates and lead them to fight the enemy bravely...Shoot!"

Shulka gritted his teeth. He wanted to close his eyes and pull the trigger, but he couldn't. This was not only because Valery was wearing a Soviet military uniform and was Shulka's comrade, but also because he knew that this was not a battle.

It's a kind of massacre.

"Shoot!" The instructor became impatient: "Execute the order!"

After thinking for a while, Shulka slowly put down his rifle: "No, comrade instructor, I can't do this! You can punish me, or let someone else be the squad leader!"

"Why?" the instructor asked.

"Because my gun is only aimed at the enemy!" Shulka replied.

The instructor stared at Shulka coldly. After a while, he nodded and said: "Congratulations, Comrade Shulka, I believe you!"

At this moment, Shulka suddenly understood what the instructor meant: If Shulka was a German spy, there would be no doubt that Shulka would simply pull the trigger.

So, this is a test for Shulka.

However, just when Shulka turned around, there was a gunshot from behind...
Chapter completed!