"Quick, move faster! We're about to cross the border!" Yakov said in a low voice.
Their group could not help quickening their pace. Smiles appeared on many faces, as though they could already see a happy life beckoning to them.
"Stop! Stop immediately! You traitors who have betrayed the revolution! Otherwise, we'll open fire!" A gruff voice suddenly rang out.
At the same time came the barking of wolfhounds. There was no doubt that the Border Guards had discovered this group of refugees.
Upon hearing that voice, every one of them turned pale. They all knew that if they were caught by these Border Guards, they would be walking into a dead end. Yet some of the refugees were terrified and involuntarily stopped.
Yakov's expression became extremely grim as well. He had originally believed that they would surely be able to escape safely to Ukraine this time. He had not expected trouble to arise at this critical juncture.
"Damn it, don't stop! Run! We're almost across! As long as we can escape to Ukraine, we can survive!" Yakov shouted.
Hearing Yakov's words, the other refugees gritted their teeth and quickened their pace. They also knew that if they stopped, they would almost certainly die. Only by crossing the border and fleeing to Ukraine could they find a path to survival.
"Bastards! These damned scum actually dared betray our great Party and nation! Open fire! Kill them!" a Bolshevik border guard officer cursed viciously. In his eyes, these refugees were no longer their compatriots. They were all damned traitors.
The Border Guard soldiers faithfully carried out their officer's orders, raising their rifles and opening fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The crisp gunfire rang out. Several refugees who had been running with all their strength were struck at once. Their bodies crashed heavily