Battle of the Third Reich

"Look, this is still brand new, made in Germany. Did you see this number? This is the standard equipment of the German Army." Luca showed off his Walter pk pistol to his companions.

"Good stuff, keep it." Advaldo smiled at his comrades and then lowered his head.

"That's it?" Lucca was a little dissatisfied with his partner's reaction.

"What's that?" Advaldo stopped the pen in his hand, and he looked up at the friends he grew up with.

"This." Lucca shook his gun with his gun.

"Don't I say that? Good gun, you need to save it." Advaldo closed the notebook, screwed the cap carefully, and clamped the pen on the notebook.

"Of course, I will use it to kill a hundred Germans. I have killed one, and now there are ninety-nine." Lucca said proudly.

"It's good to have this idea, but how do you achieve it? Just rely on us seventeen people and eleven guns? I've said it already, it's not good enough." Advaldo said seriously. To.

"But Gandino they"

"Don't mention this person again, I won't allow you to mention this name in front of me again. It's a murderer with blood in the hands of innocent people, a bloodthirsty butcher, no human beasts." Advaldo interrupted angrily The words of comrades.

"God will punish him, just like the Germans who invaded our hometown, they will all get what they deserve."

"When?"

"Soon, I promise, you will also assure me that I will never learn from him." Advaldo said decisively.

"Okay, okay, I promise, Edvardo, you are too real, so you don't have a few close friends." Luca patted the hem of his clothes and then sat down beside his companion.

"We haven't received supplies in three days, and we're almost finished with the food." Lucca unloaded the pistol's magazine and pulled out a few bullets from his coat pocket.

"There will be a way. I want to try to touch Casasola after dark. The Germans may have left the village."

"I'll go with you." Luca pressed the bullet into the magazine skillfully.

"No, it's harder for a person to be exposed at this time." Edvardo took out the tobacco bag from the shoulder bag, ripped a sheet of paper from the notebook, and after tearing it in half, carefully poured it onto half a piece of paper. The shredded tobacco was then cleverly rolled into a cigarette.

"If possible, it's best to get some wine." Luca reinstalled the magazine.

"Got it." Edvardo licked the edge of the cigarette, rubbed it vigorously, and then pulled the match from his pocket.

"Here." Luca handed the pistol to Edvardo.

"What are you doing?" Edvardo glanced at Lucca.

"Give you self-defense," Luca said.

"No, if you meet a German, it's safer to have no weapons on your body. Besides, my marksmanship is not good, and it won't do much for me." Edvardo flung out the match, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet. .

"Okay, listen to you." Luca stuffed his gun back in his coat pocket.

The invasion of Germany shocked the anti-Mussolini forces in the northern mountains. The mountain people here are naturally reckless and have no interest in the fascist ideas. As poor people at the bottom, they prefer the Socialist Party. The revolutionary theories described by the *.

Rumors that the Germans were about to overthrow Mussolini's dictatorship and liberate the Italian people were spread from here. At that time, they did confuse a lot of Italian people in the central and southern regions. Even Mussolini was suspicious. Circles in his office cursed the German head of state who did not know what to say.

I believe that the German Army did not expect to have a dream. On the day they would cooperate with these people, they would have been sent to labor camps to smash stones. The grass on the toe of luck was almost three feet high.

Although they knew this in their hearts, the German side pretended to be confused. They regarded these people as ordinary collaborators, giving them some rewards and subsidies from time to time. This is only a temporary treatment, but it is obviously conducive to occupying the area. Social stability and security.

But there are always some people who are unwilling to compromise with the aggressors. They are determined to fight the Germans with their own strength. Many spontaneous guerrillas have emerged in the northern mountains. Lucca is one of them.

Ed Valdo is the only intellectual in the team who has studied in university, so he was naturally elected as the leader. Because he has read many progressive books, the captain’s revolutionary position is very firm.

Italy* has basically ceased public activities. Under Mussolini’s destruction, the leaders of the parties have either been arrested or fled to Moscow. Those who remain in Italy are the most determined members of the grass-roots party. They formed one underground. The group secretly propagated progressive ideas among all levels of society, struggling to arouse ordinary people who were dissatisfied with the fascist system, and waged a firm struggle with the Fascist National Party of Mussolini.

Edvardo has long seen the essence of the Third Reich. They are actually the same as the Kingdom of Italy. The Germans may be dissatisfied with Mussolini, but they will never shoot at Fascism. This is a dog-to-dog war, a fight between dictators and dictators. No one in the war is qualified to stand on the side of justice.

At the same time he also hated the French and the British. The despicable activists and imperialists held hands in front of their interests. They completely tore up the hypocritical mask and exposed their **** teeth. These powers claiming to maintain axioms and morals, instead of standing up for justice, instead came down to do things for the tiger in person. What a irony. What is ridiculous is that there are still some people who are addicted to "international justice." Give up that unrealistic dream.

When Edvardo's team was established, there were only six people, carrying two pistols. One was the Bordeaux 1889 runner manufactured before World War I, and the other was Rottestel 1908 produced by the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

At first, they dared not challenge the regular German troops in person, but secretly cut off the German telephone line and ambushed the correspondent, which also caused some trouble for the German army.

As the Germans advanced, some Italian soldiers who were broken up and formed fled into the mountains, and were immediately absorbed into their respective teams by the guerrillas.

Although the quality of these soldiers is average, at least the soldiers with formal training are also more courageous than ordinary people and dare to attack small-scale German troops.

Three of these soldiers were absorbed into Edvardo's team. One of them was Sergeant Gandino, who later made him hateful, and a greedy and brutal Italian soldier.

When meeting Edvardo, the three of Gandino were bare-handed, wearing thin summer dresses, and had not had enough food for several days. If they had encountered guerrillas, they would probably have insisted on that night.

They were the last remnants of the Venetian division. They were chased by the Germans and fled into the mountains. At first there were more than 500 people, but now only three of them are left.

Ed Wardo kindly took in these soldiers. This is a decision that he regretted for life. The three downright warriors he rescued, among them a devil in human skin.

The guerrillas had increased to more than 30 people at that time. Most of them were soldiers who left the team and hunters in the nearby mountains. They were seized from the Germans and carried by the participants themselves. A total of 22 long and short guns were equipped.

After several battles, the players have also been tempered by actual combat, and Eduardo’s confidence has risen. He is ready to engage in a larger operation to declare the resistance of the Italian people to the German army.

But he never imagined that his team was on the verge of splitting. Gandino connected in private, gathered several deserters who had the same thoughts as him, and was secretly planning a power grab.

This Sicilian-born Army sergeant seems to be born with a peculiar attraction, he can recognize his kind from the crowd at a glance, and condense them by his side.

Some people see this as a manifestation of personal charm and talent, but Edvardo thinks that this is simply a call of evil. The evil party always attracts the evil party. The dark likes to embrace the dark. Gambino just uses his clever tongue, Woke up the demons in those hearts.

Gandino chose the timing very cleverly. While several people who supported Edvardo went out to investigate, he was by the campfire in the wild camp, he openly challenged the authority of Edvardo. He ridiculed the captain's caution, and only dared to take everyone to attack the single German soldiers, and accused him of being too harsh on the players, forbidding them to get some small "supplies" from the villagers and passers-by to soothe their exhaustion. Body and mind.

Gambino incited his surrounding partners, proclaiming that they were free and brave guerrillas, and should not be bound by such regulations. He accused Edvardo of having no military command experience and should delegate power to more professional personnel, such as He Bill Gandino, a brave former Italian non-commissioned officer.

At first Edvardo didn't know what was happening. He also tried to reason with Gandino, but then he discovered that the other party didn't really want to argue with him. When he realized that the other party wanted to seize power, things were irreversible. He could only watch Gandino and his companions, intimidating and tempting, and finally pulling away all the members of the team.

The guerrillas of Edvardo returned to their origin overnight. The guerrilla captain was **** in a tree beside the camp and watched as the Gandino gang took away all the assets of the team.

After two days, Luca and his companions returned to the camp, only to see the empty grass shed and the dying guerrilla captain tortured by hunger and thirst. (To be continued.)