Battle of the Third Reich

"We still have a chance." The SS sergeant pointed to his chest.

"It's crazy, Swainbach." Robin said, shaking his head, and she immediately understood what the German sergeant was thinking.

"Although I don't know what happened, I can be sure that there must be a mess on the border now," Swaynbach said.

At this time, two SS soldiers entered the room, and the sergeant raised his finger to the suitcase in the corner: "Put the goods on the car, and you will also wait on the car." The latter sentence was to the driver.

"The border guards will definitely raise the alert level, send out mobile patrols, and set up sentries on the roads at the same time." Nightingale interjected.

This is a beautiful Polish girl, only 17 years old this year, with beautiful long silky black hair.

The girl’s father is said to be a major of the Polish border guards, and once led his men to participate in the battle outside the town of Shatsk.

In that blockade, the Polish border guards defeated a Soviet tank company in one fell swoop, and at the same time caused more than 200 casualties in the Red Army. Although the Polish side suffered a slight loss, it consumed too much ammunition in the battle.

On the way to the west bank of the Burg River, this Polish border guard was raided by Soviet tank troops in Melnik. They stubbornly resisted and were forced to surrender to the Soviet army after they had run out of food.

Then, in front of all Polish soldiers, the Red Army shot the captured Polish officers and non-commissioned officers on the spot, including even the lightly wounded.

Nightingale has since become an orphan, and her mother died when she was very young. Eventually she followed the convoy carrying her family and retreated to Shederce, where the remaining Polish troops surrendered to the Germans.

After the Germans picked out the Jews in the military, the rest were thrown directly on the street.

Nightingale never mentioned it to anyone else, and what happened to her in those days. I only knew that when she was about to fall into the abyss of despair, the robin found her in the garbage dump in Warsaw.

"The border guard's response cannot be that fast." Swaynbach seemed quite sure about it.

At this time, almost every inch of the Soviet army's command system exuded a bureaucratic atmosphere. In this sensitive border area, any action must be approved by the superior.

No one dared to bypass the superior to make a decision without authorization. Even if he was proved correct in the end, the commander would inevitably be sent to the military court.

In a border conflict like this, the commander will never easily issue a comprehensive guard order until the superior command has understood what is going on, unless he really does not want to eat this bowl of rice.

Before Moscow clearly expresses its dissatisfaction with Germany, anyone should consider the thought of the steel comrade. If the leader feels that he has provoked the border conflict, then 90% of them may be sent to see the cloth Harlem.

"From their previous reaction speed, we have at least half an hour of buffer time, especially now at the end of the year, the time may be longer." Swaynbach raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"I have no right to make decisions for you, Swainbach, I hope you can be responsible for yourself and your subordinates." The robin stood up.

"I know the consequences of failure, Robin, but I still want to try it." The SS sergeant showed his white front teeth.

The robin walked to Swaynbach and raised his hand to grab the other's collar.

"Promise me" Robin said: "If it is found that it is impossible to break through safely, the goods will be destroyed immediately, which is related to the lives of several excellent agents."

"Relax, I will definitely..." Swaynbach's next words were blocked by a pair of soft lips.

"Don't think about it, this is just a blessing." The robin sergeant who loosened his flushed blushing SS, looked lightly at the front of the coat.

"This...waiting for the next meeting...I..." Swaynbach felt that his tongue seemed to be knotted. He couldn't help but secretly complaining that he really didn't have a good time. Wouldn't it be ridiculous at ordinary times?

Don't look at the mature and stable appearance of the SS sergeant. In fact, he is only 27 years old this year, and he has never really been in a relationship.

This time was not his first kiss. His first kiss was taken away by a precocious chick in elementary school. The sweetheart was later married to an American businessman. I heard that the family now lives in Los Angeles. Is moisturizing.

Swaynbach: It was clearly my first, kissing or hugging... Karma! Σ(;?д?) (A Ferdinand ran over.)

Just as the pink sergeant sergeant in the SS sergeant sergeant suddenly ran in, he loudly reported to Swaynbach: "Sergeant, the team is ready, you can start at any time."

Then Crent saw the fiercest gaze he had ever seen in his life.

"So, I'm leaving." Swaynbach's boots hit both legs, raised his right arm and put his fingers together, and saluted the Polish military salute at the robin.

"I wish you a smooth journey, Sergeant." The robin straightened his waist and returned the same military salute.

Two SS sergeants walked out of the door, the men were already seated in the car, the driver Greve started the engine, and the exhaust pipe of the Steyr truck was blowing white smoke out.

"Wait a minute, Swaynbach." There were cries from behind, and the SS sergeant hurriedly turned around.

"The robin asked me to hand this over to you, and I hope you won't need it." Hundred tongues held a Jegegarev DP machine gun.

"Thank you Robin for me, and I will give you two next time." Swaynbach is also welcome, they are now lacking this automatic firepower.

"Finally, I want MG34." Bai Tong said as he handed the canvas bag with spare shrapnel to Crent next to him.

"No problem." Swaynbach replied patting his chest.

"Take care, all the way down." Bai Tong pressed **** the shoulder of the SS sergeant.

"You also have to evacuate here as soon as possible. The Nightingale was right. The border guards will definitely start searching." Nodded to Bai Tong, Swaynbach turned his head towards the truck.

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"Fifty meters to the left." Corporal Haines announced the parameters aloud.

"Fifty meters." The upper soldier Bull adjusted the scale skillfully, and the deputy shooter Blair loaded a high-explosive grenade into the mortar tube.

"Hit, the next target, six hundred distances, seventy to the right." Haines searched for another valuable target.

"Okay, the second shift rushed up." The Corporal said excitedly, holding the telescope.

"Quick, comrades, pack your weapons and we move on." Seeing the gestures made by the commanding officer in the front, the Corporal turned back and ordered loudly.

"This is Target No. 7." Lieutenant Max launched the military map leaning on the machine gun bunker that had only a concrete shell built.

"Next we will go east and try to solve the tenth."

"East? Will it be too close to the Brest Highway? You may encounter reinforcements from the Soviets." Lieutenant Kor reminded.

"Cole, Swainbach should have completed the task and is on the way back to the border." Max folded the map and tucked it into the front of his uniform.

"Yes, Lieutenant." Cole didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this. Didn't he say he wasn't going to reinforce the Red Team?

"Although there is no way to run over to meet them, but we can lead them away." Max pulled a P38 pistol from the holster.

"Leave two people to blow up this thing, and the rest will continue to follow me!" The lieutenant raised his pistol and ordered it loudly, cheering loudly.

"Actually, you just want to make a big noise." Cole saw through the lieutenant's true intentions at a glance.

"However, perhaps as he said, it can attract the attention of the Soviet army." Lieutenant Kor rubbed his face hard, then raised his Browning: "All follow up, pay attention to both sides, each class Get away!"

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