Battle of the Third Reich

"Asshole!"

Mueller kicked fiercely on the face of the Polish captive who was kneeling in front of him. He had tried his best to suppress his anger. Now when Mueller thought of Marshal Rheinhardt who was being rescued in a medical car, there was an urge to strip the Poles alive.

Before this, it was unimaginable for Mueller to beat a captive who was completely incapable of resistance. He never thought that one day he would give up the moral standards of the Germans and he would fight against an enemy who laid down his arms, but now He found that there was no other way to vent his anger and hatred than this. The thought of his commander fell in front of himself, and even killing these captives by hand would not relieve Mueller's guilt.

"Müller! Don't do this!"

Hans slapped Mueller's shoulder and said: "You will not be happy to be a Marshal, do you still not know the Marshal's preferences? He hopes that each of our actions will strictly follow the German ** No matter what these people do, as long as we accept their surrender, they should get the basic power of a captive. You will be angry when you treat the captain.

"But... these filthy pigs, they hurt the chief of Reinhardt! I want them to pay for it!" Mueller kicked fiercely at the stomach of the captive who had passed out.

"Enough, General Mueller! Pay attention to your actions! How to dispose of them has to wait until the Field Marshal wakes up to give orders personally, and now you don't have the power to dispose of them at will. Don't you think it's too disgraceful to do this?" Hans side Holding Mueller's arm stopped the angry legion commander from continuing to violently attack the Polish prisoner with only half his life while shouting at Mueller loudly.

"Hans! What's the matter with you, they are the murderers who hurt the Marshal, they are guerrillas, they are not eligible to be prisoners of war! Why do you still speak for them!" Mueller looked at the red-faced Hans with excitement Asked in surprise.

"Müller. I know how you feel right now. I’m not like you. I also want to teach these damn, poor Poles. If there is something wrong with the Marshal, I swear I’ll tie this **** one by one. Burned alive on the pillar. But now the Marshal doesn’t know how it hurts. I don’t want to be angry when he wakes up for our behavior. You know Marshal’s temper, he is a noble warrior, he Regarding the honor of the German people as life, if he knew what we did to these captives when he was in a coma, I believe it would be our turn to pay the price." Hans looked at Mueller’s His eyes answered seriously.

Mueller gasped at the words of Hans. He knew that Hans was right, and Reinhardt would not really appreciate his actions.

"I think you're right, Hans." Mueller turned to look at the medical vehicle that was being closely protected by the stormtroopers. "Hans!" Mueller said: "How is the Marshal's situation. Did you check the Marshal's injury at that time, was it serious?"

"I don’t know. The bullet should have shot through the shoulder and bleed a lot of blood. But I believe the marshal will be fine. Colonel Surent was one of the best surgeons in Berlin before joining the army. I think he Will not let us down." Hans replied worriedly.

"How could this happen. It's all blaming me. I didn't insist on my opinion at the time. I said long ago that the marshal was too risky to do so, and only took fifty commandos through this area where resistance still exists. It's too reckless to look at it. If it wasn't for the marshal to veto my plan at that time, now we have arrived at our destination safely. I have said earlier that in this unstable region, we should have at least a few tanks and armored vehicles to protect them. Well." Mueller said depressedly.

"Are you complaining about the marshal? General Mueller, don't you think it's rude to discuss your chief's decision like this?" Hans said slowly: "The marshal has his reason, he doesn't want that person We were aware of our actions. So he came up with a way to quietly leave Poland under the guise of an ordinary transport team. This decision was very correct at the time. But the Marshal might not have expected such a big stock. Guerrilla. We haven’t got any information about the existence of such a strong resistance force before. This is a question that we subordinates should review carefully." Hans turned his head and looked at those holding his head in disgust Polish captive on the side.

Now that the battle has ended for two hours, the air is still filled with a faint smell of smoke and heavy blood. The storm fighters have cleaned the battlefield. They gathered the bodies of the killed guerrillas and piled them into a pile. The blood gathered on the side of the pile to form a small blood beach. The stumps and short arms were cut off. His head was thrown on the corpse heap scattered, this kind of scene like **** only appeared in front of everyone in the strong sunlight. The stormtroopers didn't feel any discomfort at all. They still walked around the pile of corpses as if they didn't exist.

In this ambush battle, the guerrillas were completely annihilated. More than 70 people were killed on the spot or killed in a later melee fight. The remaining 20 people were fortunately captured. It's true that they were lucky to say that they were lucky. The commandos had never thought of catching a live mouth, especially when they learned that their commander was injured, all the soldiers' eyes were red. The guerrillas who were shot down during the charge should really be glad that they died earlier, because this is much better than the kind of horror encountered by those who are connected with German soldiers.

The Germans killed the brave guerrillas wantonly like demons, and completely destroyed the fighting will of all the guerrillas in three minutes. Even if these guerrillas once had a very strong will like steel, they would disappear under the pressure of the heavy death breath under that **** situation.

When the first guerrilla dropped his weapon and knelt down on the ground to ask for forgiveness from those storm-striked fighters, the others had already lost the courage to continue fighting. But when they were horrified to see that the Germans did not hesitate to poke the companion who was kneeling on the ground with his hands up, everyone began to despair. These Germans do not want to be captives. They do not accept their surrender. What is more terrible is that they are now surrounded by the Germans. Now the chance of escape is completely cut off. From the bottom of their hearts, they understood that they were fleeing this time. They could only rely on the last point of their desire for survival, and mechanically carried out their final resistance, although this resistance was futile in any way.

But finally it was okay, just when the German soldiers were murderous and wanted to quickly end their work, several German officials stopped their meaningless killing. The performance of these SS soldiers opened the eyes of these officers. They were very satisfied with the soldiers' superb military qualities and firm fighting beliefs. However, when they found out that the soldiers were killing the guerrillas who had laid down their weapons, they remembered another rumor about the Waffen SS. The habit of the army was not to capture the captives. That is because the officers stopped the storm fighters in time, and more than 20 guerrillas were extremely fortunate to become captives.

Of course, this attack by the Polish guerrillas also caused a certain amount of damage to the storm team. In this battle, seven storm members were killed and more than a dozen were injured to varying degrees. Even their captain Lieutenant Shakter was scratched with a stray bullet, and now his head was wrapped into a dumpling, lying on a stretcher and humming and choking. Of the fifty armed SS members, only half of them are still fighting.

However, after this battle, no one will doubt whether this half can continue to protect the safety of this convoy. In this battle, they have proved that they have the fighting capacity of twice the number of ordinary army soldiers. As long as they are not attacked by as many armed men as this time, they will definitely be able to deal with the ordinary guerrillas of thirty or fifty men. Guerillas as large as this encounter are rare in Poland, and in Hans they do not think they have the chance to meet such a team.

"How come there is a woman?"

Mueller frowned and asked the guard soldier. He hadn’t noticed that there were women in the captives before, but he wasn’t blamed because the girl was wearing an ordinary men’s suit, and her face was full of smoke and dust, plus the blood from her forehead. The team members were so embarrassed that if her long black hair behind her head exposed her gender, she would not be able to distinguish her from the prisoners.

"Report general!" The commando quickly stepped forward and replied: "This woman was caught by us on the mountain, she was the sniper. She was still shooting at our brethren on the mountain when we caught her. "

"What! This is the sniper?" Hans said incredulously, looking at the dull girl kneeling in the captive group: "It looks like a kid."

"General. Don't underestimate her. We found this by her side when we caught her." A commando pulled out a long anti-tank rifle from the weapons pile seized on the side and handed it to Hans .

"Reverse... anti-tank rifle! Was she the one who shot Your Rhinehart!" Hans exclaimed, carrying the rifle.

"Show me!" Mueller took a closer look at the rifle from Hans.

"It's the Polish military's wz35. It seems to be it. I saw this weapon in the Warsaw campaign. The caliber is only 7.92 mm is the same as our 98k, but the power is not small. I heard that it is at a distance of 300 meters. It can shoot through a 30mm armor plate, just like a 20mm machine gun. It uses a tungsten carbide warhead. No wonder it can still have such a great penetration after shooting through the steel plate of the command vehicle. You two, take her come out."

Following Mueller's orders, the two commandos immediately rushed into the captive group. They dragged Sharon roughly out like dragging a flour bag, and then let her kneel in front of Mueller.

Mueller looked at the dull female captive with a murderous face, and said fiercely: "Since it is a sniper, you must have the consciousness of the sniper, and you will be punished as you deserve." Mueller said slowly. Pulling his Mauser from the holster, 1932, pointed at Sharon's forehead.

"Wait a minute! Mueller! She can't shoot her right now." Hans called from the side: "We should interrogate her to thoroughly understand the real purpose of their attack."

"What? Do you think she will know what's inside? A little sniper?"

"Maybe, even if we don't know, we should let the Marshal see the person who injured him, and let him decide how to deal with her." Hans said to Mueller.

Mueller raised his head and thought about it, then reinserted the pistol into the holster. He squatted down with the wz35, shook the gun in front of Sharon's eyes and said, "Women, is this gun yours? Answer me."

Sharon stared blankly at the German general in front of him, then slowly shifted his gaze to the thing in the hands of the German general. Her dull eyes flashed suddenly, and then she rushed at Mueller's rifle.

"Let go!" Mueller didn't expect the female captor to dare to **** weapons in front of so many soldiers. He stood up violently and wanted to throw away the woman who was obviously insane, but he didn't expect that girl She didn't look very big, but her strength was not small. She now grabbed the rifle by death, just like grabbing her most precious treasure.

Seeing this scene, the two commandos on the side quickly rushed to help the general pull away the girl hanging on the gun, while the rest of the commandos violently pulled the bolt to the group of captives. Beware of what the captives do.

"Damn it, let go. Are you crazy?" Mueller twisted the rifle's body strenuously, and then kicked fiercely against the girl's belly. A foot like Mueller is usually enough for an adult big man to whine and fly out, but the girl who was hit by such a foot didn't even hum, she still grabbed the rifle with two eyes. Looking at Mueller with hatred.

Mueller felt a little hairy in the eyes of the girl, and he secretly admired the girl's tough character. At this time, the two commandos had rushed over. They pulled out the girl's arm and punched the girl's face with fists, but no matter what method they used, they couldn't let the girl loose the gun finger.

After a stalemate for a while, the power of a girl could not be compared with that of three strong men. Mueller finally snatched the rifle from the girl, and then he lifted the stock. There was a look on the girl's face. The girl's struggle stopped immediately. When the two commandos released their hands, Sharon fell softly to the ground.

"It's crazy." Mueller looked at the back of his hand that was scratched when he snatched the rifle and shook his head.

"You're so tight that I can't shoot. Are you okay!" Hans approached with a pistol, and he looked at Mueller's hand and asked.

"It's okay, a little bruise." Mueller replied with a smile.

"General Hans, General Mueller. The Field Marshal is all right. Colonel Surent tells you to go over." A major rushed over to report with joy.

"What! Great! The two of you dragged her away and tied them up alone. Don't hurt her, I'll interrogate her later." Mueller explained to the two commandos and then followed Hans Running happily towards the medical car. ;