Battle of the Third Reich

More and more black figures appeared among the trees, and the survivors of the crash held their breath and panicked through the gap between the branches and leaves to look at this scene. These people were terrified and sweating, and their eyes were full of facing the end. Despair. ≤,

It must be said that they were also psychologically prepared to be hunted down by the Germans. Think about it too. Then the Germans could not find it when a large plane fell into the field. So at that time, these people couldn't even handle their luggage and companions' bodies, regardless of the wounds on their bodies, they still lost a lot of blood, and left the plane at the fastest speed. They thought they were safe half an hour ago, and felt that it was unlikely that the Germans would search this dense forest so quickly, but now it is clear that there is a problem with this prediction. The Germans not only quickly followed the trail, What makes them even more frightened is that these chasing soldiers are not the expected German Army, but the notorious Nazi SS.

Because of Xu Jun's strict control, the Nazi SS at this time failed to do whatever they wanted to do on the European continent as they did in history, and finally hadn't gotten their reputation to stop children from crying. Previously, because of the **** crimes made by the SS Special Operations Team in Poland, they were used by the European media as evidence to prove the brutal cold blood of the Germans. However, after the end of the war, this group of unscrupulous media collectives turned 180 degrees, and many articles have appeared to wash out the atrocities of the SS. Ordinary European people have little contact with them in their lives, and they may not be very familiar with this organization, but these survivors are not ordinary. They all have more or less been in contact with some confidential documents. The true face is clearer than ordinary people understand.

"How could it be the SS, where did these people come from." The youth of glasses whispered in the ear of Ba Zihu.

"Major, what should we do now." Jazz asked the officer.

"This is the old trick of the Germans. They must have arranged their troops on both wings. I am afraid they are now making up behind us." The officer struggled on his knees and pulled out the gun from the waist pistol holster.

"You mean that we are surrounded, Major?" Hu Zi asked in a small voice.

"Who can give you an idea, I don't know about fighting." The youth of glasses looks nervous and is about to cry.

"We have to break through immediately. Running towards the back, trying to rush out before they close and surround." Antonio pulled a pistol from his waist.

"Antonio is right, it should break through immediately." The major opened the magazine of the mas1892 revolver and counted the number of bullets.

"You must be fast. While the Germans haven't found it yet." The major closed the magazine and opened the hammer, then leaned on the trunk with a gun.

"What are you doing, Major, are you going to fight them?" Jazz wondered.

"I stay, someone must hold them here. My legs are unconscious and I can't keep up with your footsteps."

"We can walk with you on your back," Major Noel said with excitement.

"Calm down, Marion, the major is correct, we can't run away with him." Ba Zihu pressed the spectacled youth's shoulder.

"But Gertz"

"Nothing. But, I really don't understand what your engineers are thinking about, or you can go with me right away, or stay with him. You can also surrender to the Germans. Anyway, I don't Prepare to be caught by these cursed bastards." Antonio glanced cautiously at the back of the tree trunk.

"Damn, they come. No matter what you think, I'm going to run." After he finished, he lowered his body and quickly burrowed into the bushes.

"Hi, Mr. Antonio, please wait for me." The middle-aged jazz whispered, following the Spaniards into the bushes.

"What should we do now." Malian raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked his friend.

"You know what happens when we fall into the hands of the Germans, Marian." Gertz lifted the hem of his suit and pulled out his pistol from his waist.

"We are going to catch up with those two people. The Spaniard is professionally trained and may be able to rush us out." After that, Bazi Hu lifted his pistol into the bush.

"Major Noel, take care of yourself. Goodbye." Marian did not forget to say goodbye to the major before leaving.

"Hurry on, the Germans are coming. I'm sorry I didn't take you out, take care of yourself, be careful of the Spanish." The major didn't look back. Just raised a hand and shook it to Marian to say goodbye.

"Thank you, Major Noel." Marian finally nodded at the back of the major, turned his head and drilled into the bushes, chasing the old friend who had escaped.

Under the guidance of Valdes, the guard flag team began to slowly approach the place of the Tibetan students. When the two sides were close to seven or eight meters, the French major could not resist the strong psychological pressure and launched the attack first. . A clear gunshot sounded, and it appeared exceptionally loud in the quiet woods. The birds and birds resting between the grass and jungle trees were frightened. They fluttered with their wings and screamed, flying through the crown of foliage to the blue sky. .

It was like a fuse that ignited a string of firecrackers. At the scene, there was a great shot. After the soldiers of the guard flag team found their respective sheltering positions, they began to use a weapon in their hands to start a crazy shot in the direction of the sound of the gun. The bullets swept through the trees like locust swarms, leaving only stumps and leaves and countless holes, and the decayed big tree that the major used as a bunker was beaten with holes and bark wood chips. Flying all over the sky.

"Stop the fire!" Randolph ordered loudly.

"Stop the fire! Stop the fire!" The two squad leaders hurriedly stopped their men.

"Classes report casualties!" Randolph yelled.

"No one was injured in Class Three, Major." The class leader on the left responded loudly.

"There is an injured person in my class, major. Ludwig was hit in the stomach." Valdes ran to Randolph and whispered.

"Damn it!" Randolph punched **** the tree beside him.

Being shot in the abdomen is the most common and worst kind of injury on the battlefield, because under the conditions of ordinary field hospitals, it is very difficult to deal with this injury. In general, it is equivalent to a suspended sentence of death, even if there is no death immediately. Will soon die from internal bacterial infections.

"Transfer them to the airport as soon as possible, and take him to the Frederick base by plane. There is a fully equipped hospital." Randolph confessed to Valdes with a face.

"Observe, major."

"Let the soldiers go to Colonel Dougan and say it was my suggestion."

"Got it, major." Valdes saluted Randolph and then hurried towards the wounded.

"What's your name." Randolph turned to ask the deputy squad leader guarding him.

"Hans Howell, major."

"Good name, I know a lot of people called Hans, and one of them has now become a general." Randolph slapped the mud on the knees of his military pants.

"Listen now, Hans, did you see that tree? Very well, you took two people around from the right, we will cover you with fire later."

"I see, Major." Corporal Howell nodded firmly.

"Very well, everyone shoots with me now! Fire!" Randolph picked up his submachine gun and stood up to shoot at the tree that had been sifted. Then the surrounding guard flag team members also followed the fire, the trees Suddenly again, a blue gunpowder smoke filled up. After hitting a magazine, Randolph raised his fist and gave a ceasefire order to the surroundings, and the gunshot stopped suddenly with his gesture.

"It's now, Hans!" Randolph murmured softly in his mouth, staring nervously at the fallen trunk.

The deputy squad leader apparently did not disappoint him. Randolph saw several Guardian Flag soldiers rushing out of the bushes next to him, swiftly turning over the tree trunk, and then a series of submachine gun sounds rang out.

"The target has been eliminated!" A guard flag soldier soon emerged from the tree trunk and waved his arms to his comrades.

"Go forward!" Randolph breathed a sigh of relief. He put his submachine gun back on again and made a forward gesture towards the surroundings. The soldiers of the guard flag team drilled out of their respective hideouts, still lined up with a team search formation and surrounded the tree trunk.

"Only him?" Randolph stood frowning at the trunk and looked at the body in front of him.

The major's jaw was shot in the jaw, half of his face was covered with blood, his eyes were half open, and he looked dullly at the crown above his head. His chest and abdomen were shot in many places, and his military uniform was almost smashed. By now, blood has accumulated a small pool of blood under the body, and it is still flowing down the ground along the depression.

"It's a Frenchman." Valdes said aside.

"It is not certain yet, but we have experts and we will be able to find out the identity of this person." Randolph replied shaking his head.

At this moment, a sharp gunshot suddenly sounded in the distant jungle.

"This direction should be Lieutenant Herman, it seems that they have caught the running mouse!" Randolph finally smiled.

"Go ahead, let's support them." The Major SS waved his arm and led the soldiers toward the sound of gunshots. (To be continued.)