Yegorov, holding a fully loaded gun, dashed into the barn in a few strides.
Then he suddenly saw a living enemy and immediately raised his gun to fire.
At the moment he pulled the trigger, he realized it was a child, probably only eight years old, and urgently lifted the muzzle. The bullet shattered the goggles on the child's head, knocking off the military cap pressed underneath.
Blood immediately flowed down, covering half of the child's eye.
The child was stunned, his hands holding the MP40 frozen in mid-air.
Yegorov lifted the muzzle, giving the child a slight smile: "Don't be afraid, are you okay?"
The child was trembling all over, as if seized by malaria.
Yegorov observed him for a few seconds, lowered his gun, and turned his head to shout outside: "Translator! Is the translator alive? Come quickly!"
At this moment, the child screamed, a hysterical sound like that of a desperate young wolf.
Yegorov: "Don't be afraid, child—"
