Kulikov was awakened by the fierce screams. Before he opened his eyes, a strong smell of gasoline and burnt came into his nose. This smell made him feel uncomfortable and he couldn't help but start coughing violently.

The cough did not make him feel comfortable, but instead touched the wound on his chest. The torn pain stimulated his nerves and made him grin and let out a wail. However, the strong pain was not without benefits, at least it made his confused mind start to become clear.

He slowly recalled the little things before and began to become very confused - am I dead? Yes, the last clip in his memory was to stab Napokov to death with one knife, and then besieged by the group of dogs and bastards of the Revolutionary Military Commission. In the end, outnumbered and knocked to the ground. In the end, someone seemed to have shot him in the head...

At this time, Kulikov realized that his head was hurting so much. He reached out and touched it, and the sticky blood was covered with half-dry blood. He couldn't help but think of himself, why is it so difficult to die?

He raised his head with difficulty, trying to see where he was, but everything in front of him was really shocking. He seemed to be lying on a hill of corpses, all over the place, some were shot dead, some were broken, and some were burnt. The strong bloody smell made him almost vomit, but he hadn't eaten or drunk water for almost two days, so he couldn't spit out anything, and the stomach acid in his stomach seemed to have dried up.

Kulikov struggled to get up from the pile of corpses, and then he realized that he was still in the breath-holding wine cellar. The only difference was that he seemed to be discarded in a remote corner as a corpse.

The men of the Revolutionary Military Commission were really precious. Kulikov mocked him that he still had time to deal with the corpse. He thought that he had almost lived with the corpse in Lushun. This "clean obsession" was really in line with the corpse.

Kulikov was too lazy to continue struggling. He had no interest in asking for help. He leaned halfway down on the mountain of corpses and looked at the other end of the cellar. If he remembered correctly, the exit was in that direction.

According to Kulikov's estimate, there should be gunshots there, and the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee should still make the final resistance. After all, that hole is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is difficult to attack. But what surprised him was that the gunshots were far less intense than he thought. Almost just a few scattered gunshots. If the so-called resistance is only this level, then the fall of the cellar is only a matter of time.

Seeing this, Kulikov despised those masters even more. You guys are still so soft at the last moment. It is worth it to be fucked to death by the Bolsheviks!

The only thing that Kulikov felt heartbroken was that his good brothers, good friends, and good comrades-in-arms actually lost their lives for such a group of stupid donkeys. If he knew that the ending was like this, he would firmly draw a line with those men.

However, the facts seem to be a little far from Kulikov's conjecture. The National Rescue Revolutionary Committee is not not resisting. In fact, they fought fiercely, but they really had no way to resist. The flamethrower made their resistance meaningless. The raging flames shot into the closed cellar. Even if they could not burn people to death, it would make the air in the cellar extremely dirty. What's more, those evil flames are still very powerful. Anyone who is shot will be burned to death alive, and there will be no exception!

Therefore, the scattered gunfire that Kulikov heard was not the final resistance, but the final relief. The hopeless national rescue and revolutionary committee could only choose to commit suicide, otherwise the ending would be a pile of coke.

boom!

The orange-red flame shot into the cellar again. With the brightness of the flame, Kulikov could see that there was no living person in the cellar except him. All representatives of the National Rescue and Revolutionary Committee, as long as they were here, no one of them could be seen running away. They could even see their bodies being burned by the blazing flames, emitting the smell of barbecue.

Kulikov stared blankly at the flames that shot in from the cellar exit again and again. This was the first time he had seen such a weapon. Only the most evil genius would have such creativity.

The air in the cellar became worse. The strong smell of gasoline and barbecue made Kulikov unable to bear it at all. He could only cough continuously. He wanted to say to the Bolsheviks outside: "Don't work hard, everyone in the cellar has been sightseeing! Come in and clean the battlefield!"

It seemed that after hearing Kulikov's heart, after ten consecutive jets, the meaningless burning operation finally came to an end. Three or four soldiers holding shotguns slowly appeared at the entrance of the cellar. They carefully passed through the narrow stairs and passed through the burned corpses, occupying the opening of the cellar before sending a safe signal to their comrades above.

Kulikov just watched his enemies occupy the cellar, and he lay there like a corpse without moving. Even if there was a rifle at his feet, he had never thought about making a final resistance. He was tired of all this and just wanted someone to come to him soon and let him get rid of it earlier. He believed that it would not take long.

The Bolshevik soldiers carefully inspected every corpse on the ground. No one was infuriated. Anyone who was not in military uniform would be shot. As for those who were in military uniforms, it was very difficult. Except for Kulikov, the lucky ones, the others had already died. They were either burned to coke or made into honeycomb coal by bullets. The most "lucky" one was to end their lives with a pistol.

"Don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!"

Just as Kulikov was watching all this numbly, a voice suddenly came from the pile of dead people. He felt that the voice was very familiar. Looking in the sound, with the help of the enemy's flashlight Weibo, he saw an old acquaintance - Napokov's little secretary, that despicable coward.

Kulikov clearly remembered that after he killed Napokov, it was this despicable boy who found a group of people to siege him, and even the shot in his head was thanks to this person. I really didn't expect that this bastard would still be alive!

Kulikov was a little disappointed. God was so unfair that he always allowed some bitches to survive to save his life. If he could, he really wanted to rush up and shoot this bitch to death.

The Bolshevik soldiers seemed not surprised at all that there were survivors among the dead. To be honest, they had seen this trick of pretending to be dead and trying to get away with it several times. The little secretary was not the first one, and of course, he was likely to be the last one.

"Please, don't kill me! I am not from the National Rescue Committee! I am just a secretary. I have never been disrespectful to the Bolsheviks, and I have no bloody crimes in my hands! Please, let me go!"

The little secretary's pleading sound like a cuckoo crying blood can make the coldest executioner soften his heart, and several Bolshevik soldiers were obviously embarrassed. Although the order from his superiors was certain, the guy in his twenties who was as gentle as a college student in front of him did not seem to belong to the type of person who had to be executed!

The little secretary obviously saw the hesitation of the soldiers. He immediately kowtowed like garlic, and hugged a soldier's thigh with shamelessness and burst into tears.

"It's so shameless!" Kulikov couldn't help it, and forced himself to roar at the shameless guy.

This sound shocked several Bolshevik soldiers. They turned their guns together and aimed at Kulikov who was struggling to get up. "Raise your hands and don't move!"

Kulikov raised his hand in place. When the beam of the flashlight hit his face, the young secretary who was still kowtowing just now screamed: "How is it possible, you are not dead yet?!"

Kulikov grinned at him and said gloomyly: "You scum is not dead, how can I die?" He said. He raised his head and said to the soldiers, "Gentlemen, don't be fooled by him. This guy is Napokov's confidant, the secretary of that bastard. He is one of the leaders of the National Rescue Committee, and has participated in a series of conspiracies against the Bolsheviks!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The little secretary's voice was so scared that he got out of tune. "I don't know Napokov, let alone his secretary. I'm just a college student who was accidentally caught in!"

As he said that, the little secretary suddenly showed a fierce expression and pointed at Kulikov and accused: "Comrades in the soldiers, you must pay attention to this person. He is the assistant of Colonel Yazov, the commander-in-chief of the White Army here, and the second leader of the White Army! He committed a lot of blood debts, shoot him and kill this devil!"

Kulikov smiled miserably, and faced these Bolshevik soldiers with bad expressions, he said frankly: "Yes, Yazov is my boss, and I am indeed his main assistant and comrade. I will never deny this, and your Comrade Andre knows this. In fact, it was he who let me back!"

A few soldiers looked at me, and I looked at you, and I couldn't figure it out. One of them shouted angrily at Kulikov and asked, "Do you know Comrade Andre?"

"Andre Petrovic, a young man," Kulikov said calmly, "I once sent a group of white soldiers out to surrender, and your Comrade Andre let me go back in person, uh..." Speaking of this, he pointed to his little secretary with his eyes rolling, "Your Comrade Andre also met him, and he went to negotiate as a representative of Napokov and said a lot of stupid words. I think your Comrade Andre should have a deep impression of him..."

When several soldiers heard this, they immediately focused their attention on the little secretary, which scared the boy to death. He immediately denied: "Comrades in soldiers, don't listen to his nonsense. I don't know what he is saying, he is just lying!"

"Lie?!" Kulikov stared at him tightly and sneered: "Is it a lie I'm telling? Isn't it clear if I'm confronting Comrade Andre..."

When the head of the army heard this, he felt that this was the only way. He waved his hand and ordered: "You two stand up and follow us!"

The moment he was taken out of the cellar, Kulikov felt a sense of seeing the light of day again. He did not expect that he could walk out of the dark cellar, see the blue sky again, see the red sun, and the sparrows chirping and jumping around. He felt that even if he died, he would be a hundred times better than the brothers buried in the dark cellar.

"Go away quickly, don't play tricks!"

Kulikov was pushed and almost fell, but he didn't mind. It doesn't matter to a person who has no regrets and no hope.

However, for another person who didn't want to die, this was a rare opportunity. As the guard's attention was distracted by Kulikov, the young secretary began to run wildly, preparing to escape.

He quickly passed through the ruins and the trenches, like a stray dog, and escaped in such a terrible way.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, the little secretary was like a horse tripped on his front hoof. A dog fell to the ground with a shit. Soon, when he just raised his head, the two soldiers had already chased him and dragged him back without saying a word.

Kulikov asked at the soldiers beside him, "Do you think we still need to confront each other?"

"No!" The soldier snorted angrily, which showed that he was very dissatisfied with being fooled by the little secretary. This dissatisfaction prompted him to act as an executioner and explode the little secretary's head with one shot.

"Let's go!" The soldier pushed Kulikov again and ordered him to continue moving forward.

But Kulikov was not interested in continuing to move forward. He slowly raised his head and asked calmly: "Where to go?"

"Prison-of-war camp!" the soldier replied impatiently.

"There is no need for that." Kulikov said calmly, "I don't want to go to the prisoner-of-war camp!"

Another soldier laughed and said, "Do you, the defeated general, still have to show off your tricks? If you don't go to the prisoner-of-war camp, where do you want to go?"

The soldiers around him burst into laughter, but Kulikov didn't care at all. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. He took a deep breath of fresh air before he proudly said: "I want to go to heaven. Can you do it?"

After these words came out, no one around the soldiers dared to laugh. They looked at Kulikov foolishly, not understanding at all. Why did this person ask for death even though he could survive?

"You are stupid!" The soldier pushed him again, "The battle is over, you don't have to die!"

Kulikov smiled dismally: "But I want to die because I really don't know why I want to live!"

This answer made the head startled. It was the first time he had seen such a special prisoner of war. He didn't know how to deal with this maverick guy.

At this moment, Kulikov pulled open his clothes, pointed to his heart, and said with certainty: "Come on, it's very simple. Just shoot here and end it. You can save a lot of trouble, and I'll end up... Don't hesitate, come on!"

Now not only the soldiers are stupid, but the soldiers who have witnessed all this are stupid. At first, they thought Kulikov was joking, but now it seems that they are just playing the game. Are there really people in this world who are tired of living?

"Take him away!" The soldier looked at Kulikov, "Send him to Comrade Andre. What should I do with him be decided by Comrade Andre!"

I have to say that this ball was very good. Many years later, Kulikov, who had become a Red Army general, recalled the scene that day, and was very grateful to the unknown soldier. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been the one he later.

"Captain Matvi Kulikov," Li Xiaofeng was also a little surprised. He thought that with Kulikov's temper, he could only fight to the end, at least he was self-destructive. He definitely did not expect that this person would be captured. "I really didn't expect that you were still alive!"

"To be honest, I didn't expect it." Kulikov responded coldly, "If you want me to die, it's very simple, just shoot me. If you feel like you're wasting your time, give me a gun and a knife, and let me break myself."

Li Xiaofeng was a little puzzled and asked at the soldier who was escorting Kulikov, "What's going on?"

"Comrade Andre, I don't know either. This guy may have a bad mind. When he captured him, he kept shouting that he was about to die." The soldier spread his hands helplessly.

Li Xiaozhe looked at Kulikov again, and soon he found a problem in the other party's wound. There were four or five knife wounds on his body, both in front and behind. It seemed that he had been beaten by a crowd. However, the gunshot wound was very suspicious. It seemed that someone had been attacked from behind. But in the state of fighting, who would shoot randomly? If it was not done well, it would hit his own people. Only idiots would do this.

After thinking about it, Li Xiaofeng suddenly asked, "Are you infighting?"

Kulikov raised his head in surprise and said in surprise: "How did you know?"

"Tell me the scars on your body. I think you were cut several times and fainted after losing too much blood. You were shot in the back of the head, right?"

"Maybe," Kulikov replied without comment, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, the scum that attacked me has died... What I want most now is relief. Mr. Andre, I wonder if you can fulfill me?"

"I'm not interested in killing you!" Li Xiaofeng shook his head and ordered to the soldier: "Take Captain Kulikov down and look forward to him. I don't want the Social Revolutionary Party and the Menshevik dog bastards to slander us and kill prisoners of war!"

"Mr. Andre, you can't do this..." Kulikov was anxious. He got rid of the guard behind him and thought to go forward to argue, but before he could finish his words, a roar suddenly came from outside the door, as if a bull was roaring there.
Chapter completed!