Waiting for a raid. Trenches, infirmary and sniper
Read the first, second, third and fourth parts here, here, here и there.
Guests accursed in no hurry, drove along the dirt road slowly, cherished their "cars". As we drove into our street, where our house is already visible, so the UAZ drove forward, and the Volga was behind. Around the houses we have gardens with fences, they have gates. UAZ drove up and stood near our gate almost a meter, followed by the Volga stood up. Our gate in the form of a collar was made, carved, very beautiful doors, my husband pored over them for six months. Four peasants about forty in appearance appeared from the UAZ, all tall and wiry. Two have short automatic weapons in their hands. So one of the machine guns immediately gave the line at the gate, shattered it in the mines, then kicked it and wanted to go to the house.
Here five men at once jumped out from behind the house and shot a low salvo from shotguns over the bandy’s heads, at the same time the men jumped out from both sides from the neighboring houses, also shooting over their heads, and then it slammed, the bandyks bent down and the UAZ donkey on the front wheel! This sniper made a lie on his own roof of a neighbor’s house and sent two bullets from a three-ruler directly between the gangster’s legs into the wheel. And in the open window of our house a megaphone leaned out from behind the curtain, and my husband ordered: "Citizens are bandits! I order you to disarm and obey! With sharp movements we shoot, we won’t leave us alive!"
And then he answered that he had broken the gate, the throat was loud, there was no need for a megaphone: "Chief! Do not shoot! Everything is the way! The jamb came out! We framed the frayers!" Then he shouted already with his own: "Tramps! Do not rock the boat! Do as I do! Take turns!" Slowly raised his hands, grabbed the machine at the barrel with his left hand, and put it on the fuse with his right, so that everyone could see, then he opened the cartridge horn and went to the Volga, near which the farmers were neither alive nor dead, they got out of the car at the same time as bandits . At the Volga, the leader (it was the leader!) Put the machine gun and horn on the roof, took a rag from his pocket and wiped everything thoroughly, then took it through a rag and threw it into the Volga in the back seat. Then, with raised hands, he came back. Another submachine gunner did the same for him, and the two others had pistols with them, they also wiped them and threw them into the Volga. Here men with rifled guns ran, everyone tied their hands and spread them under guard on different places so that they could not talk to each other, and the Kremlin man also threatened, they say, who will tweet, I raise my teeth! The elder farmer soaked all his pants, the shame old.
After an hour and a half, an old half-dead groove bus hobbled over, from which the police chief jumped out, and behind him five police officers with machine guns and a plainclothes investigator. All those whom we twisted, began to search one by one and write down what was found, and witnesses who had witnesses signed the protocols. Two found home-made knives with folding blades and a portion of anasha for one fan. They untied their hands and put on handcuffs. The investigator began taking photographs, taking fingerprints, interviewing everyone, her husband wrote a statement to him. Then the police put all those caught in a groove, only the wet farmer was forced to take off his trousers and put them in the trunk of the Volga, and so as not to be disgraced, the promising boys dragged him from the repair shops the old overalls, all smeared with them, because they used them as rags only for wiping.
Pazik left, but the investigator and the police chief remained. The investigator sat down on the board of the paper to finish writing, and the husband, the police chief and the director went to us, I collected a table for them, but I just didn’t eat, they didn’t drink ... The police chief said, the others listened:
- That's what, men, there is nothing to rejoice yet. The main horror, it seems, is yet to come. I recognized these bandits, they pass through the reports. All four are convicted several times for armed robberies. But the main thing is that they are from the most powerful Volgograd brigade, that is, a gang. This brigade is rich, has ties in the regional tops. Already how many of them were taken by the ass, and had to be released, they were pulled out. Up to five cars go to the “arrows” from them, more than twenty militants come, and weapons have like dirt. I’ll mess around with these your caught for five days, until something turns out, you’ll have to go through these days ... You are now open, the rumor will go, they can come to your hearts. I can’t block the roads, there’s nobody, but for these five days I can get a group of riot policemen out of the region, ten people in their transport. If your battles begin, let us know, we can drive up quickly, we will support. If the bandits appear, then their task will be to scare you well and take hostages in order to force them to refuse statements and testimonies. They will be declared for sure at night. So take care of women, children, old people, well, and also beware of arson. So that these bastards did not have extra leads for their lawyers, I appoint you, Gavrilych, the commander of the national squad, the director as your deputy, here sign the order. I give you the seal, Gavrilych, and a bunch of certificates, so that all of yours are enough. Look at the date of issue of these certificates, it turns out that you have been a warrior for a year now, instruct the people. Let everyone paste their pictures, and you set the seal for everyone. And now accept for safekeeping and sign for machine guns and pistols that were seized from the bandits. They will suit you, and if anything, I’ll be rebuffed, I’ll give out weapons to everyone in the Caucasus against bandits. And what’s better with us now?
The husband listened and only said:
- Give a frequency schedule of your radio stations, in case we cut the phone.
The boss wrote them to him, but ordered them not to be shown to anyone so that they would not start to listen to the police talks foolishly. Then the boss and the investigator left. The investigator got behind the wheel of an UAZ, and the men put a spare tire for him instead of the shot wheel. And the head of the “Volga” led. The husband and the director quickly went to the board, and there already a lot of people gathered in the square, discussing, laughing with relief ... The director caught one of the news guys and ordered all the commanders to be quickly and quietly gathered at the headquarters. When everyone arrived, the door and windows were closed, and the husband conveyed the conversation with the boss, ordered an hour later to gather at the headquarters, and - fell apart - when he suddenly roared:
- Everyone - full combat readiness! Sentry double! No beer! Immediately disperse this whole tavern!
Commanders jumped out like scalded! Indeed, the funniest men persuaded the paramedic to bring moonshine from her supplies, they already wanted to put the first bottle in a circle, and even with guns in their hands ... Then the commanders raised the mat! Women and children just ran away, and the men were dumbfounded with surprise. But they were ordered to get together in fifteen minutes on commands to complete the general order, and if anyone has at least one eye, they may get sick for a long time. Then again the "wise guy" intervened, they say, they were completely commanded, they went off with their head. Then the Kremlin man lifted him by the chest, hissing that if he still blinked, his tongue would be swallowed, but for now he would run to run what was ordered. And after all the men ran, they ran like cute!
The evening headquarters went on for a long time, anxiously, many issues were discussed. The husband handed the assault commander and the border guard commander. He appointed the Kremlin man as his military deputy and gave him a gun, and took a second gun for himself. So ordinary soldiers got three more guns, the Kremlin man left his gun for himself. During the headquarters suddenly appeared "Tajik" - one of the owners of the roadside tavern. He asked, begged to listen to him. They let them into the headquarters, and he said that he had been shown all the detainees at the state farm, and then the boss and investigator persuaded them to write statements to the police, the Tajiks wrote, and then remembered that they would come to them in a couple of days for a tribute if they found out about these statements, they will surely be defeated and maimed! Here are the “Tajiks” and they ask them to send them guards, and they will feed and water this guard for nothing and in general, if the state farm needs anything, and they can do it, they are ready to help. The husband listened to him and asked him to wait outside the door. Then he told the commanders that a post in this tavern would be very useful. Banduks will go to the village past him, a post on the walkie-talkie will be able to say how many cars are going, which cars. And we will have exactly half an hour to take a position. If, after two days, they come only to the “Tajiks” for a tribute, then there will be few of them, it will be possible to capture and twist, to take “languages” to find out about the intentions of this gang. Then the husband asked the headquarters about their thoughts on this issue. And the Kremlin man for all answered that there would be orders from her husband, then there would be thoughts from them how to carry out these orders, and that’s the point! They decided to send to the “Tajiks” the six most sensible fighters with a walkie-talkie under the command of a scout. During the day, they will pretend that they are doing some work and watching the road, and at night to guard in a disguised secret. If they come for a tribute in small numbers, they will ruin their car, call for help from the state farm and not let the bandits escape. If the gangster’s convoy passes by, they will warn by radio how many there are, and through the steppe with the “Tajiks” they will quietly leave for the village.
Then they called a “Tajik”, announced a decision and ordered these days to hang out the announcement “We are not working today” on the tavern, and send their women and children and the elderly to the state farm, they will be temporarily placed here - away from sin. "Tajik" was delighted, and the husband asked how our peasants would urgently make pictures on documents, because you can’t go to the area? And the "Tajik" and says that his teenage son is just an avid amateur photographer, even moonlighting as he photographs autotourists, he has everything, and he will do it all at once! The peasants laughed outright at such luck, even though their spirits rose ... After the headquarters, the husband, the director and the Kremlin man whispered another ten minutes, then the husband sat in the gaz and left, said that he would be all night ...
In the morning, at three in the morning, on the dirt road at the entrance to the state farm rumbled! This husband drove along with a military trencher, which he agreed to take along with the crew and warrant officer from his former regiment. A Kremlin man with duty fighters met this technique and her husband. A trencher dug four trenches along the dirt road right at the entrance to the village, two on one side, two on the other. Each trench is in the growth of the average person. On each side of a pair of trenches in parallel to each other, the distance between them is a meter. As we finished digging, ours gave the ensign with the crew five liters of moonshine, a basket of tomatoes and lamb for barbecue, already half a lamb. When the diggers left, so our fighters covered all the trenches with roofing material, sprinkled the ground with earth, it seems there is nothing. Morning time is the dream of everyone, so one could hope that the secret from outsiders would be preserved.
There was no morning headquarters, the husband and the Kremlin man slept. And after the evening headquarters, as it got dark well, all the men, free from the guard, came to the trenches with their rifles and with shovels, kyle and crowbars. It was necessary to make trenches between parallel trenches so that it was possible to jump from one to another. The husband and director also wanted to dig with everyone, but their commanders drove them to sleep. Like, your business is to work with your head, so keep your heads fresh. Our land is heavy, but the men chopped it up and dug it like mad, not ceasing midnight, until they did everything and again masked it. It was such an ambush, our fighters planned to sit in these trenches, cover themselves with the same roofing material, and as a gangster’s column drove between the trenches, jump all at once upon a signal and start shooting them, running through the trenches and running from one to the other.
At the next headquarters, they discussed mainly how to fight when bandits appear. Night battle is the most difficult. My husband found himself in a junk and a whole box with illuminating rockets of different colors, they were like New Year crackers, pulled the cord, a rocket and flew out of the tube. We agreed with these missiles to illuminate enemy vehicles, so that it would be convenient to shoot, as well as give different signals to the battle, during the battle and riot police, if they move to help. The husband said that among the bandits, there may certainly be former soldiers who fought in Afghanistan or other places. And you won’t take these for fear, they own weapons, and with ambition. Then the border guard commander noticed that these bastards might have grenades. I wish we had pomegranates, they say, I am good at them. The husband replied to this: “We don’t have a grenade and it’s not expected, but you think intelligently ... I have a supply of explosive packets, we’ll make grenades from them, although they won’t tear, but if they are torn next to the head, they are muffled tightly, and we’ll do some more manual "shells" ... "
The director even admired that, after all, Gavrilych’s chuyka had been stocked up as if he knew that he would have to fight. Then they tested these explosive packages at the shooting range and came up with two pieces of them in rag bags, so that only the ignition cords stick out, even putting sand or small pebbles in these bags, it turns out hefty, it throws more accurately, and when it explodes, it’s also fragments "can overwhelm. In the repair shops, kerosene was poured half-empty into empty bottles, corked and throats were filled with hot wax, and my husband also had a large supply of it. While the sealing wax did not cool, a rag-wick was inserted into it. Even if you ignite the wick, then even if it is burned, the kerosene in the bottle will not be able to break out, only if it is broken with a burning wick, then it will light up. These bottles were placed in the trenches in advance to burn enemy cars. And then in the farmers' store, the entire supply of lighters was taken apart.
There were alarming days and nights ... The men became haggard, somehow dried up, they stopped shaving. They slept in fits and starts, almost undressing, the guns were always at hand, some even the bandoleers did not detach for sleep. Faces are stone, eyes are heavy. Women and children are everything. The women didn’t part with their sanitary bags either, they scraped out the room on the board next to the feldsher’s office, covered the floor with clean rags, old sheets and tablecloths, put mattresses and the whole bed sheet, covered them, and the hospital ward came out. While they were doing everything, one or the other would turn away, sniff with their nose, and flick away a tear furtively ...
On the day when they were supposed to come to the "Tajiks" for a tribute, most of our fighters gathered in readiness at the club and the board, almost all day they were sitting in bed, waiting for alarm teams. But no one came! Then the husband ordered the “Tajiks” and three of the six fighters to leave the post at the state farm, only to leave the remaining food supply for the three remaining, so that they would hide and keep secret surveillance. Now, therefore, if they come, then only the state farm to smash ...
That night, they held exercises on how to occupy trenches on alarm, where to stand, how to straighten up unexpectedly and simultaneously on a flare. Who needs to launch lighting missiles, who needs to shoot at cabs, who needs to use gas tanks and wheels, who throws bottles and grenades, how to scatter along the trenches after each shot so that the return bullet does not catch. A separate group of fighters, the director also entered it, was to withdraw and cover during the battle the withdrawal of women, children, old people from the village, and maybe into the steppe. This group was led by a sniper in order to reliably bring down those bandits who would be involved in evacuation. The husband gave him a night vision device from his junk, it can be seen from it in the dark, but everything is in some dark green.
Every day the director spoke by telephone with the police chief, reported on our situation, then went gloomy, the chief did not tell him anything about the progress with the farmers and bandits.
PS Dear readers! You read about half of the entire text. Just the other day a number and an electronic version of the Volga 21 Century magazine were released, where you can read the whole story, the story is called "Peasant Woman", where you will find out what Joan of Arc has to do with it. But if you compare with the publication in "VO", it is clear that the journal has strong abbreviations, without which it is even difficult to understand and relate individual paragraphs. It is this story once became one of the most powerful shocks that made me think about civil armed self-defense, which led to my current beliefs, which I set forth in previous publications.
Guests with guns
Guests accursed in no hurry, drove along the dirt road slowly, cherished their "cars". As we drove into our street, where our house is already visible, so the UAZ drove forward, and the Volga was behind. Around the houses we have gardens with fences, they have gates. UAZ drove up and stood near our gate almost a meter, followed by the Volga stood up. Our gate in the form of a collar was made, carved, very beautiful doors, my husband pored over them for six months. Four peasants about forty in appearance appeared from the UAZ, all tall and wiry. Two have short automatic weapons in their hands. So one of the machine guns immediately gave the line at the gate, shattered it in the mines, then kicked it and wanted to go to the house.
Here five men at once jumped out from behind the house and shot a low salvo from shotguns over the bandy’s heads, at the same time the men jumped out from both sides from the neighboring houses, also shooting over their heads, and then it slammed, the bandyks bent down and the UAZ donkey on the front wheel! This sniper made a lie on his own roof of a neighbor’s house and sent two bullets from a three-ruler directly between the gangster’s legs into the wheel. And in the open window of our house a megaphone leaned out from behind the curtain, and my husband ordered: "Citizens are bandits! I order you to disarm and obey! With sharp movements we shoot, we won’t leave us alive!"
And then he answered that he had broken the gate, the throat was loud, there was no need for a megaphone: "Chief! Do not shoot! Everything is the way! The jamb came out! We framed the frayers!" Then he shouted already with his own: "Tramps! Do not rock the boat! Do as I do! Take turns!" Slowly raised his hands, grabbed the machine at the barrel with his left hand, and put it on the fuse with his right, so that everyone could see, then he opened the cartridge horn and went to the Volga, near which the farmers were neither alive nor dead, they got out of the car at the same time as bandits . At the Volga, the leader (it was the leader!) Put the machine gun and horn on the roof, took a rag from his pocket and wiped everything thoroughly, then took it through a rag and threw it into the Volga in the back seat. Then, with raised hands, he came back. Another submachine gunner did the same for him, and the two others had pistols with them, they also wiped them and threw them into the Volga. Here men with rifled guns ran, everyone tied their hands and spread them under guard on different places so that they could not talk to each other, and the Kremlin man also threatened, they say, who will tweet, I raise my teeth! The elder farmer soaked all his pants, the shame old.
The phenomenon of police
After an hour and a half, an old half-dead groove bus hobbled over, from which the police chief jumped out, and behind him five police officers with machine guns and a plainclothes investigator. All those whom we twisted, began to search one by one and write down what was found, and witnesses who had witnesses signed the protocols. Two found home-made knives with folding blades and a portion of anasha for one fan. They untied their hands and put on handcuffs. The investigator began taking photographs, taking fingerprints, interviewing everyone, her husband wrote a statement to him. Then the police put all those caught in a groove, only the wet farmer was forced to take off his trousers and put them in the trunk of the Volga, and so as not to be disgraced, the promising boys dragged him from the repair shops the old overalls, all smeared with them, because they used them as rags only for wiping.
Pazik left, but the investigator and the police chief remained. The investigator sat down on the board of the paper to finish writing, and the husband, the police chief and the director went to us, I collected a table for them, but I just didn’t eat, they didn’t drink ... The police chief said, the others listened:
- That's what, men, there is nothing to rejoice yet. The main horror, it seems, is yet to come. I recognized these bandits, they pass through the reports. All four are convicted several times for armed robberies. But the main thing is that they are from the most powerful Volgograd brigade, that is, a gang. This brigade is rich, has ties in the regional tops. Already how many of them were taken by the ass, and had to be released, they were pulled out. Up to five cars go to the “arrows” from them, more than twenty militants come, and weapons have like dirt. I’ll mess around with these your caught for five days, until something turns out, you’ll have to go through these days ... You are now open, the rumor will go, they can come to your hearts. I can’t block the roads, there’s nobody, but for these five days I can get a group of riot policemen out of the region, ten people in their transport. If your battles begin, let us know, we can drive up quickly, we will support. If the bandits appear, then their task will be to scare you well and take hostages in order to force them to refuse statements and testimonies. They will be declared for sure at night. So take care of women, children, old people, well, and also beware of arson. So that these bastards did not have extra leads for their lawyers, I appoint you, Gavrilych, the commander of the national squad, the director as your deputy, here sign the order. I give you the seal, Gavrilych, and a bunch of certificates, so that all of yours are enough. Look at the date of issue of these certificates, it turns out that you have been a warrior for a year now, instruct the people. Let everyone paste their pictures, and you set the seal for everyone. And now accept for safekeeping and sign for machine guns and pistols that were seized from the bandits. They will suit you, and if anything, I’ll be rebuffed, I’ll give out weapons to everyone in the Caucasus against bandits. And what’s better with us now?
The husband listened and only said:
- Give a frequency schedule of your radio stations, in case we cut the phone.
The boss wrote them to him, but ordered them not to be shown to anyone so that they would not start to listen to the police talks foolishly. Then the boss and the investigator left. The investigator got behind the wheel of an UAZ, and the men put a spare tire for him instead of the shot wheel. And the head of the “Volga” led. The husband and the director quickly went to the board, and there already a lot of people gathered in the square, discussing, laughing with relief ... The director caught one of the news guys and ordered all the commanders to be quickly and quietly gathered at the headquarters. When everyone arrived, the door and windows were closed, and the husband conveyed the conversation with the boss, ordered an hour later to gather at the headquarters, and - fell apart - when he suddenly roared:
- Everyone - full combat readiness! Sentry double! No beer! Immediately disperse this whole tavern!
Commanders jumped out like scalded! Indeed, the funniest men persuaded the paramedic to bring moonshine from her supplies, they already wanted to put the first bottle in a circle, and even with guns in their hands ... Then the commanders raised the mat! Women and children just ran away, and the men were dumbfounded with surprise. But they were ordered to get together in fifteen minutes on commands to complete the general order, and if anyone has at least one eye, they may get sick for a long time. Then again the "wise guy" intervened, they say, they were completely commanded, they went off with their head. Then the Kremlin man lifted him by the chest, hissing that if he still blinked, his tongue would be swallowed, but for now he would run to run what was ordered. And after all the men ran, they ran like cute!
Evening headquarters
The evening headquarters went on for a long time, anxiously, many issues were discussed. The husband handed the assault commander and the border guard commander. He appointed the Kremlin man as his military deputy and gave him a gun, and took a second gun for himself. So ordinary soldiers got three more guns, the Kremlin man left his gun for himself. During the headquarters suddenly appeared "Tajik" - one of the owners of the roadside tavern. He asked, begged to listen to him. They let them into the headquarters, and he said that he had been shown all the detainees at the state farm, and then the boss and investigator persuaded them to write statements to the police, the Tajiks wrote, and then remembered that they would come to them in a couple of days for a tribute if they found out about these statements, they will surely be defeated and maimed! Here are the “Tajiks” and they ask them to send them guards, and they will feed and water this guard for nothing and in general, if the state farm needs anything, and they can do it, they are ready to help. The husband listened to him and asked him to wait outside the door. Then he told the commanders that a post in this tavern would be very useful. Banduks will go to the village past him, a post on the walkie-talkie will be able to say how many cars are going, which cars. And we will have exactly half an hour to take a position. If, after two days, they come only to the “Tajiks” for a tribute, then there will be few of them, it will be possible to capture and twist, to take “languages” to find out about the intentions of this gang. Then the husband asked the headquarters about their thoughts on this issue. And the Kremlin man for all answered that there would be orders from her husband, then there would be thoughts from them how to carry out these orders, and that’s the point! They decided to send to the “Tajiks” the six most sensible fighters with a walkie-talkie under the command of a scout. During the day, they will pretend that they are doing some work and watching the road, and at night to guard in a disguised secret. If they come for a tribute in small numbers, they will ruin their car, call for help from the state farm and not let the bandits escape. If the gangster’s convoy passes by, they will warn by radio how many there are, and through the steppe with the “Tajiks” they will quietly leave for the village.
Then they called a “Tajik”, announced a decision and ordered these days to hang out the announcement “We are not working today” on the tavern, and send their women and children and the elderly to the state farm, they will be temporarily placed here - away from sin. "Tajik" was delighted, and the husband asked how our peasants would urgently make pictures on documents, because you can’t go to the area? And the "Tajik" and says that his teenage son is just an avid amateur photographer, even moonlighting as he photographs autotourists, he has everything, and he will do it all at once! The peasants laughed outright at such luck, even though their spirits rose ... After the headquarters, the husband, the director and the Kremlin man whispered another ten minutes, then the husband sat in the gaz and left, said that he would be all night ...
Rumbled in the morning
In the morning, at three in the morning, on the dirt road at the entrance to the state farm rumbled! This husband drove along with a military trencher, which he agreed to take along with the crew and warrant officer from his former regiment. A Kremlin man with duty fighters met this technique and her husband. A trencher dug four trenches along the dirt road right at the entrance to the village, two on one side, two on the other. Each trench is in the growth of the average person. On each side of a pair of trenches in parallel to each other, the distance between them is a meter. As we finished digging, ours gave the ensign with the crew five liters of moonshine, a basket of tomatoes and lamb for barbecue, already half a lamb. When the diggers left, so our fighters covered all the trenches with roofing material, sprinkled the ground with earth, it seems there is nothing. Morning time is the dream of everyone, so one could hope that the secret from outsiders would be preserved.
There was no morning headquarters, the husband and the Kremlin man slept. And after the evening headquarters, as it got dark well, all the men, free from the guard, came to the trenches with their rifles and with shovels, kyle and crowbars. It was necessary to make trenches between parallel trenches so that it was possible to jump from one to another. The husband and director also wanted to dig with everyone, but their commanders drove them to sleep. Like, your business is to work with your head, so keep your heads fresh. Our land is heavy, but the men chopped it up and dug it like mad, not ceasing midnight, until they did everything and again masked it. It was such an ambush, our fighters planned to sit in these trenches, cover themselves with the same roofing material, and as a gangster’s column drove between the trenches, jump all at once upon a signal and start shooting them, running through the trenches and running from one to the other.
Strategy and tactics
At the next headquarters, they discussed mainly how to fight when bandits appear. Night battle is the most difficult. My husband found himself in a junk and a whole box with illuminating rockets of different colors, they were like New Year crackers, pulled the cord, a rocket and flew out of the tube. We agreed with these missiles to illuminate enemy vehicles, so that it would be convenient to shoot, as well as give different signals to the battle, during the battle and riot police, if they move to help. The husband said that among the bandits, there may certainly be former soldiers who fought in Afghanistan or other places. And you won’t take these for fear, they own weapons, and with ambition. Then the border guard commander noticed that these bastards might have grenades. I wish we had pomegranates, they say, I am good at them. The husband replied to this: “We don’t have a grenade and it’s not expected, but you think intelligently ... I have a supply of explosive packets, we’ll make grenades from them, although they won’t tear, but if they are torn next to the head, they are muffled tightly, and we’ll do some more manual "shells" ... "
The director even admired that, after all, Gavrilych’s chuyka had been stocked up as if he knew that he would have to fight. Then they tested these explosive packages at the shooting range and came up with two pieces of them in rag bags, so that only the ignition cords stick out, even putting sand or small pebbles in these bags, it turns out hefty, it throws more accurately, and when it explodes, it’s also fragments "can overwhelm. In the repair shops, kerosene was poured half-empty into empty bottles, corked and throats were filled with hot wax, and my husband also had a large supply of it. While the sealing wax did not cool, a rag-wick was inserted into it. Even if you ignite the wick, then even if it is burned, the kerosene in the bottle will not be able to break out, only if it is broken with a burning wick, then it will light up. These bottles were placed in the trenches in advance to burn enemy cars. And then in the farmers' store, the entire supply of lighters was taken apart.
Troubling days, troubling nights
There were alarming days and nights ... The men became haggard, somehow dried up, they stopped shaving. They slept in fits and starts, almost undressing, the guns were always at hand, some even the bandoleers did not detach for sleep. Faces are stone, eyes are heavy. Women and children are everything. The women didn’t part with their sanitary bags either, they scraped out the room on the board next to the feldsher’s office, covered the floor with clean rags, old sheets and tablecloths, put mattresses and the whole bed sheet, covered them, and the hospital ward came out. While they were doing everything, one or the other would turn away, sniff with their nose, and flick away a tear furtively ...
On the day when they were supposed to come to the "Tajiks" for a tribute, most of our fighters gathered in readiness at the club and the board, almost all day they were sitting in bed, waiting for alarm teams. But no one came! Then the husband ordered the “Tajiks” and three of the six fighters to leave the post at the state farm, only to leave the remaining food supply for the three remaining, so that they would hide and keep secret surveillance. Now, therefore, if they come, then only the state farm to smash ...
That night, they held exercises on how to occupy trenches on alarm, where to stand, how to straighten up unexpectedly and simultaneously on a flare. Who needs to launch lighting missiles, who needs to shoot at cabs, who needs to use gas tanks and wheels, who throws bottles and grenades, how to scatter along the trenches after each shot so that the return bullet does not catch. A separate group of fighters, the director also entered it, was to withdraw and cover during the battle the withdrawal of women, children, old people from the village, and maybe into the steppe. This group was led by a sniper in order to reliably bring down those bandits who would be involved in evacuation. The husband gave him a night vision device from his junk, it can be seen from it in the dark, but everything is in some dark green.
Every day the director spoke by telephone with the police chief, reported on our situation, then went gloomy, the chief did not tell him anything about the progress with the farmers and bandits.
PS Dear readers! You read about half of the entire text. Just the other day a number and an electronic version of the Volga 21 Century magazine were released, where you can read the whole story, the story is called "Peasant Woman", where you will find out what Joan of Arc has to do with it. But if you compare with the publication in "VO", it is clear that the journal has strong abbreviations, without which it is even difficult to understand and relate individual paragraphs. It is this story once became one of the most powerful shocks that made me think about civil armed self-defense, which led to my current beliefs, which I set forth in previous publications.
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