Battle of the Third Reich

There was a heavy snowfall at night, and the early morning sky was still gray. The wilderness was covered with a thick layer of snow. The dry cold wind passed through the branches of the plantation, and the ice was as clear and clear as broken glass. Then it fell to the still green bushes. There is an old country road on the west side of the plantation, which runs east through the woods, and half a kilometer away is the endless Bug River.

The roadbed of the dirt road is relatively high, and the road surface is not buried by snow. On a T-junction near the woods, a wooden board post stands alone. There was only a small amount of snow on the linoleum ceiling covered with black tar, and the slender white iron chimneys were continuously emitting blue smoke. The fire in the house should be very strong.

A mobile barricade was set up on the dirt road on the side of the checkpoint. A blue-grey military tricycle was parked quietly beside the sandbags on the other side of the highway.

SS Lieutenant Küller Manzek looked up, looking at the barricade bar that pointed directly at the sky like an anti-aircraft gun. On a gray sky background, the red and white paint on the wooden pole was particularly conspicuous.

"Sir, the two **** should have been dried. The body has not been thoroughly cooled." Corporal Gleason crouched next to the body of the sentry, holding a half soldier identification card in his hand.

"There is one more in the room, a shot in the back of the head, and the radio was broken." Lieutenant Haller, Manzek's subordinate, reported while wiping with a rag of cloth that he did not know where to tear it from. Wearing black leather gloves stained with blood.

"Search around, there should be three soldiers in this checkpoint, find the third one for me." Manzek looked down at the body lying on his feet: "Bring the body out of the house to the outside Come, inform the garrison to immediately send someone to collect the deceased.".

"Good sir. You two come with me. Signal soldier! Ludy... can I get in touch with the headquarters?" Haller began to assign tasks to his men.

"Karl, are these the footprints left by the prisoners?" Manzel asked in a deep voice about the SS sergeant standing under the roadbed.

The sergeant was bending over to look at the trail in the wilderness, and beside him stood a SS soldier, dragging a German black back that was whimpering in excitement.

"There are not many people passing by here usually, the characteristics of the footprints are very obvious, and the dog smells it. After the two **** killed the sentinels, they went directly across the road to the east. I suspect they also took one of us. There is a trail of the third person in it, wearing German-made military boots on his feet." The sergeant nodded to the woods to the east.

"Understood." Manzel turned his head.

"Hall, you are here with four shifts, and others follow me to the east." The captain ordered loudly.

Lieutenant Halle said it was no problem: "Okay, but I only need to leave three people here."

"They didn't take the weapons and ammunition from the sentry." Following Captain, Sergeant Karl continued to report.

"If you don't take weapons and ammunition, you're worried about the burden. These people are professional." The captain unfastened the holster's buckle as he strode forward.

"I see, so they didn't take the sentry coat."

"This shows that the clothes on them are warm enough, and they are well prepared." Manzel raised his hand and waved to the right, indicating that the formation spread out to the south.

"They are only up to ten minutes earlier than us, and now there is one more person around them, and the speed will definitely slow down." The sergeant said.

"Perhaps your judgment is correct, but what if that third person is also the other person's? This kind of thing is entirely possible."

"Is that true, sir?"

"No, I'm kidding. What happened at the post should be just an accident." Manzel started running at a small pace.

"They have no way to cross the river, they can only walk south along the river bank. It was uncomfortable in the wild last night, the other party's physical strength should have reached the limit."

"We have also chased these two hybrids all night, sir."

"At least we have chocolate and hot soup."

"Yes! Long live hot soup! Long live chocolate!"

The SS commandos marched deep and shallow in the snow, and the morale was as high as when they started.

Just in the woods not far from the SS, two men in thick winter suits were kicking and punching their captives.

"Damn Nazi pig, don't lie on the ground and pretend to die, get up and continue walking." A man with a bazaar kicked the abductor's abdomen fiercely with his leather shoes, causing the other party to curl up in pain.

"I said don't take this pig with you, Petrovich Ravlenkin, this guy is simply a burden, simply kill him here." Another man in a peaked cap kicked the crotch of a German soldier The Ministry scolded.

"What do you know, Sergeyevich Pavowski. This is a communications soldier and should know a lot of secrets." Ravlenkin retorted.

"I think you may have forgotten that we are running away, Petrovich Lavrenkin." Pavowski sneered.

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich Pavowski, the Germans will not track at night, and because of the heavy snow, they have covered up all traces." Ravliankin kicked again After the captive kicked a foot, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Stop smoking for a while, I guess it's not far from the river."

"What should I do when I get to the river? Can you get a ferry?"

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich Pavowski. Everything has been arranged. Today we only need to rush to the scheduled place during the day. At night, we will send a boat to pick us up across the river." Ravlenkin put the smoke The box is delivered to the companion.

"When the mission is completed, you should be able to advance to the first level." Pavlovsky pulled out the match and lit the cigarette.

"This is not a question you should ask, Comrade Sergeyevich Pavowski."

"Sorry, it's my fault, Comrade Petrovich Lavlenkin." Pavowski quickly confessed.

The Red Army is undergoing a major cleansing, and even a small mistake can kill people. The Red Army intelligence officers who sneak into the country like them are like a group walking on the blade. But these people have no right to choose at all. They refuse to perform their tasks and believe that they will die sooner. Why are you reluctant to serve the motherland of your motherland? Has it been bought by enemies abroad?

"Hush, did you hear anything?" Ravlenkin drew a cigarette and made a quiet gesture to his companion.

"What?" Pavowski's face was unclear.

Ravlenkin didn't answer. He raised his finger on his lips and tilted his head to listen.

"Damn it! It's German! I heard the dog barking." The Red Army intelligence officer's complexion changed greatly in the next second.

"Run over there, Sergeyevich, Pavowski." Ravlenkin yelled at the other end of the woods.

"What about this pig." Pavowski asked.

"It can only be dealt with." Ravlenkin pulled out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, and immediately pulled the hammer sharply and pulled the trigger against the captive's back brain.

Then what happened to these two spies could not be believed happened. The weapon specially distributed by the Red Army Intelligence Bureau did not start at this juncture.

"Damn it!" Ravlenkin pulled the sleeve hard and withdrew the blind bullet.

Ravlenkin fired again, the gun still did not sound, so he returned another bullet and continued to pull the trigger, but it was still a dumb bullet.

"Unbelievable!" Ravlian Jin stared at his gun with a stunned face, completely unclear why.

"It's too late, let's go!" At this time Pavowski had clearly heard the fierce barking of the dog, and what made the informer even more scared was that the barking of the dog was approaching quickly.

"The Germans let the dogs go! Run!" Pavowski exclaimed. He didn't want to fight a professionally trained German military dog ​​weighing 40 kilograms, not to mention the dogs were armed with teeth behind them. German.

"How did this group of **** catch up with us." Ravlenkin decisively threw away the scrap iron in his hand, and then spread his legs and ran with the companion in the woods.

"Can't stay together, run separately, and meet at the scheduled place at night!" Pavowski suggested to the companion loudly.

"Okay, good luck." Ravlenkin thought the other party's suggestion made sense this time and hurriedly took a bend and rushed towards the northeast of the woods.

"Wait a minute, does this guy know where the scheduled place is?" After running for more than ten meters, Ravlenkin suddenly reacted, but when he turned his head to look, Pavowski had already run away without a shadow. Gone.