Battle of the Third Reich: 27th guerrillas
"Shoot! Shoot! Suppress their firepower! Damn German devil! Keep shooting!"
Laquinte’s angry roar echoed in her ears, and Sharon felt that she had had enough of the terrifying voice of the grumpy guerrilla captain. Looking at the black uniforms of the German soldiers on the hillside, the bullets constantly swishing over their hidden bushes, and the comrades who were hit by the bullets and rolled on the ground in pain, a very ominous premonition was in this young man. The Polish guerrillas came to mind.
It seems that this time I and my comrades have really kicked the iron plate, and it is definitely not the ordinary supply convoy that La Quinte is talking about now fighting with me. Neat uniforms, sophisticated equipment, lightning-like reaction speed, fierce and violent firepower, precise shooting, all these prove that the Germans below are a well-trained regular combat force. This is not a joke. The guerrillas are guerrillas, and fighting with the regular army is a dead end. What's more, those below are not ordinary regular forces. The firepower can be stabilized even if it encounters the same number of German army field troops. Steady above it, let alone their broken guerrillas.
"Captain! I think we should retreat now!"
Sharonla shot the bolt and pulled out of the shell while desperately shouting at Laquinte, who was waving a Ruger pistol and howling frantically, "Our intelligence seems to be wrong. These Germans are not They are the combat troops who deliver supplies to Surenstekar! They are the Waffen-SS!"
"What did you say!"
La Quinte obviously didn't hear Sharon's shout. Sharon fired another shot at the most prominent heavy truck in the convoy, and then rolled towards La Quinte with her long anti-tank rifle.
"What did you say there." Laquinte dragged Sharon into his hidden tree pit, and he asked loudly while continuing to fire at the convoy on the highway.
"I said those Germans are different from the ones we met before. They are regular combat troops. I think we should retreat!" Sharon re-mounted her anti-tank rifle on the edge of the tree pit.
"Retreat! What are you talking about, is it because those are regular troops that we have to flee with our tails caught? We haven’t fought the Germans before, but now we have more people than them, and they We are still suppressed on the highway, and the terrain is good for us. As long as we hold on for a while, we can completely defeat them. Look at the convoy, there must be a lot of good things on it. The villagers are still waiting for these supplies to save their lives. We have already lost five people. Should we just go back like this? I must not spare these German devils lightly. You should be ashamed of what you said before, and your brother will blush for you in heaven too!"
Laquinte yelled at Sharon angrily, then he raised his head and shouted at the surrounding guerrillas who were still shooting: "Keep on attacking and kill all these German devils! Victory belongs to us, long live Poland !"
"Long live Poland!"
The guerrillas screamed feverishly. They poured their bullets more hard at the German convoy on the road. Now they don’t care about saving ammunition. The convoy below looks full of fuel and water, otherwise how could it The powerful escorts, the guerrillas and La Quinte thought in their minds, they all thought they had caught a big fish this time.
"Attention, aim and shoot! Don't let them put up the machine gun, God! Who taught you to shoot! Is your grandma? Three people go to the side and kill the machine gun with a grenade! Who has a grenade! Machine gun , Suppress the German devils on the side of the car, don’t let them get close to the ditch!"
La Quinte growled and issued one command after another to his men. But Sharon by his side didn't listen to a word. Her mind was now echoing the words of La Quinte "Your brother will blush for you in heaven too!"
"What would my brother do if he were here?" Sharon couldn't help holding tightly the **** of her growing up anti-tank rifle, which was the only thing her brother left for her.
"Help me."
Sharon gently put her finger on the trigger, and then slowly leaned her cheek against the butt. She looked at the German soldiers on the highway who were shooting wildly through her quasi-center.
"Give me the answer and tell me that my judgment is correct."
Sharon gently said to his anti-tank gun: "Give me an answer!"
"Bang!" With a dull gunshot, a thick smoke of gunpowder surrounded Sharon. Although the tyrannical recoil of the anti-tank rifle was partially offset by the two tripods, it was still weak for the girl. There was an unavoidable pain in the shoulder.
"Is it the limit?" Sharon slowly opened the bolt and withdrew the last bullet. Through the smoke, Sharon clearly saw that she still missed the target with this shot.
"The first round was about to shoot the cab but hit the fender, the second round hit the box, the third round hit the dirt, and the fourth round failed to hit the target after so careful targeting. The rifling of this gun was completely damaged in the second shot. It seems that this gun can no longer be used normally until a replacement barrel is found."
Sharon sighed, she put the long anti-tank rifle back, leaned against the tree pit, and then picked up Laquette’s Mosinagan and pointed it at the armored truck Take a look. She wanted to know who was sitting in the car, and Sharon was very interested in the passengers in this guy who showed super luck from her anti-tank gun.
She now knows very clearly that it is not an ordinary transport vehicle. Judging from the armor covering it and the performance of the German soldiers who want to approach the truck, this vehicle may It is the German armored command vehicle that my brother once said. Inside it must be the highest commander of the convoy. Sharon believed that as long as that guy dared to get out of the car, she was 100% sure that she could kill him.
Brother once said that as long as the opponent's commander can be killed in a battle, the battle will be almost over. While Sharon was thinking about this, the door on the side of the truck was slammed open. Sharon quickly narrowed his eyes and carefully aimed at the open door, when suddenly a German officer jumped down quickly.
"Okay! It's a lieutenant officer!" Sharon clasped Quasi-heartedly on the lieutenant's head, but when she was about to shoot another German officer quickly jumped out of the car. The epaulettes twisted with silver wire gleamed in the sun. "It's a school officer, I almost let go of this big fish." Sharon quickly pointed his gun at the school officer, but what happened below made Sharon stunned. It was like a magic trick. There were a steady stream of senior German officers jumping out of the truck. It took only a few seconds to jump out of the truck. The senior German officers who seemed to have a squad quickly turned to them. The military vehicles the German soldiers were riding in moved closer, and then took the weapons from the soldiers and started frantically on the hillside occupied by the guerrillas.
"This...what's this!" Sharon was really taken aback by this situation, and she shouted at La Quinte. ]
"La Quinte, there are a large group of senior German officers in that convoy, at least half of them are school-level officers! We attacked a senior German command."
"What!" Laquinte was also taken aback by Sharon's words. He also saw some people jumping off the truck, but his attention was attracted by the two German machine guns on the front. , And didn’t pay attention to who they were.
"Did you see clearly? Sharon!"
"Of course it’s clear, what should we do now, things are very clear now, so many officers and such a strong guard, all these show that this is not a transport team but a high-level German command. If we continue to work with If they keep entangled, they may recruit countless reinforcements. It is possible that the reinforcements are already on the way. By then it will be difficult for us to withdraw. We should retreat now. The Germans will never give up on this attack. , Our camp seems to be moved too." Sharon shouted anxiously to La Quinte.
After hearing Sharon's words, La Quinte also felt that the situation was serious. He began to consider whether he should retreat immediately according to Sharon's suggestion, but when he saw the dead guerrillas around him, an angry flame ignited in his eyes.
"No!" said Sharon decisively, "We must not retreat now. We must completely wipe out this German command. This is the best opportunity to combat the arrogance of the Germans, even for this. I think it’s worth paying my life. I want these German devils to know the backbone of our Poles! This may be the last thing we can do for our motherland. We have to fight to the end, even if there is only one person left. We must fight on."
Then he looked at Sharon tenderly and said, "Sharon, you are still young, and the road ahead is still long. You can withdraw first. Tell others about our battle, and don't let us die in obscurity. . You want to let all the Polish people know that we have not been defeated, and we can still fight. For the motherland, thousands of people are still fighting against the Germans in every corner and tell everyone how we slaughtered these Germanys. Devil’s, don’t let our blood shed in vain, let everyone know. There are **** warriors among Poles, and people who are not willing to be enslaved."
"No!" Sharon shook her head desperately.
"I won't go, how can I run away alone if you don't go. I want to fight with you!"
"No! I order you, your brother entrusts you to me before he died. I didn’t let you live a stable life and led you on this **** road. I’m already sorry to Tosval. You have to live, this is an order!" La Quinte roared at Sharon: "Go, we have to launch a charge, no matter what the result is, we must fight to the last moment, because we are men. And you are different, you are a girl. I don’t want you to be dragged by the Germans to show off the corpse. Hurry up, take your brother’s gun, hurry up!"
"No, this path is my own choice. I can't walk alone. I want to fight with you. Otherwise, my brother will not forgive me in heaven." Sharon stubbornly shook her head, and she took it up. Mosin Nagan fired at the German soldiers on the road, and a German soldier who was about to climb into the truck cab fell to the ground.
"There's no way! It's like your brother. Well, that's it." Laquinte raised his head and shouted at the guerrillas around him: "My soldiers. We are facing a senior German soldier. The headquarters is not the transport team. They may have called the rescue team. I decided to completely destroy them before their reinforcements arrive. Those who are willing to charge with me to stay, and those who want to retreat can leave immediately."
"Captain, I will stay. I haven't killed enough Germans yet."
"Is it the headquarters? Great, I can avenge the people in our village!"
"Kill them! Whoever is afraid of death can go away now, even if I die, I will kill a few German officers to avenge the dead comrades!"
"Captain, Saransky is dead, Thor is also dead, my best friends are all killed here, do you think I will leave them like a wild dog and run away alone?"
Those guerrillas shot hard while answering loudly, and the answers were clear and loud through the fierce gunfire.
"Captain, look at it!" Sharon suddenly shouted loudly.
"What!" Laquinte hurriedly leaned over to Sharon and looked in the direction of Sharon's fingers.
"My God, you are so kind! That's a German general!" Laquinte couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Not only this, two more ran behind the car two seconds ago."
"You mean, three German generals fell into our hands." Laquinte couldn't believe it was true.
"No, there may be something bigger. They lifted a wounded person from the car in front of them. He seemed to be a general, but he was carried by two other generals. He seemed to be a great man." Sharon He gritted his teeth and said.
"Then why don't you shoot." Laquinte couldn't believe that Sharon would let this opportunity pass.
"It just happened to be out of bullets." Sharon threw the rifle to Laquinte with a look of unwillingness.
"It's a pity, but it doesn't matter. We will charge now. You will cover us from behind. If the generals show up, I believe you will give them a surprise." La Quinte smiled and comforted Sharon. Take out a row of rifle bullets from his pocket and skillfully press it into the magazine.
"This is the last row on my body. I thought I could seize a lot of ammunition this time. Forget it, if we can kill four German generals this time, it would be worth it even if we were wiped out. "Said Laquinte handed the rifle to Sharon, and then he jumped out of the tree pit and waved his Ruger pistol and roared. "Guerillas, there are a few generals among those German devils! The time has come to dedicate their lives to the motherland! In any case, these German devils whose hands are soaked in the blood of our compatriots should not be allowed to leave here alive. Everyone is rushing with me!"
Then he rushed to the convoy on the highway first. The guerrillas also rushed out of their hidden locations, carrying their weapons and following their captain towards the German army under the hillside.
The German Stormtroopers obviously didn't expect that the person who ambushed them would start a charge. Their resistance formation was obviously confused, but it was just a moment. Then the rigorous training they usually went through was immediately manifested. Under the leadership of the officers, the soldiers calmed down quickly, and then began to coldly and effectively begin to slaughter the enemies who were roaring at them. The soldiers accurately shot down the enemies that had been exposed to them one by one. Some veterans even threw grenades thrown by the enemy back into the rushing crowd. In an instant, the guerrillas suffered heavy losses. They caused dozens of casualties to the guerrillas within a short distance of 100 meters. , For a while, the guerrilla body almost covered the small hillside.
But the guerrillas did not hesitate to step on the bodies of their comrades and march forward courageously. After paying a heavy price, they finally broke through the German soldiers' defense circle. The guerrillas in the front row cheered and carried their bayonets. The storm commando who was too late to change the magazine and load the bullets rushed over.
But before the guerrillas were happy for two seconds, the advantages of the well-trained German troops on the right track began to show up. The German commandos threw their weapons aside and drew their pistols from their waists and shot them. The commando with the rifle was ready in an instant. The bayonet stabbed the nearest guerrilla in the chest without hesitation. Other soldiers drew out the infantry **** on their back and waved it towards the heads of the guerrillas. Hack away.
Before joining the team, most of the guerrillas were just ordinary villagers and people, and only a small part were soldiers who had been trained. In the past few attacks, as soon as they rushed into the defensive circle of the transport team, the German soldiers would raise their hands obediently to make them want and ask. Of course, they have never shown their surrender to the German devils who surrendered. Compassion is usually done in a place where no one is. They have never encountered the fierce resistance they are now encountering, and they have never seen such a **** and brutal enemy.
Before the guerrillas could react, more than a dozen people had died tragically at the hands of the German soldiers. Seeing the heads of the people chopped off by the infantry shovel rolling on the ground, the blood of the guerrillas was half cold. They knew that they would sacrifice and die, but they never thought that they would die so badly. The guerrillas in the scene were full of fear. But after the German soldiers quickly and bloodily dealt with the enemy in their hands, they did not give the stunned guerrillas a chance to react. They waved the weapon in their hands and began to countercharge. For a while, the scene was full of blood and blood. .
At this time, a team of storm fighters who had been reinforcements from the other side joined the battle group, but they used those modern weapons, although they were also killing people, at least they looked much more beautiful. Laquinte couldn’t help but feel a violent colic as he watched the scene in front of him. This guerrilla team was over. It was over when he gave the charge order. He overestimated the abilities of his subordinates, and even wanted to let them just learn to start. The villagers of the gun went to fight these well-trained killing machines, and they were dizzy. Seeing the quality of those German soldiers, even if they are now leading regular Polish soldiers, they cannot escape the fate of destruction.
A tall German soldier leaped towards Laquinte with a bayonet, and Laquinte quickly shot the last two bullets in the pistol at the soldier. Laquinte tried his best to control his trembling hand and replaced the pistol with a new magazine. Suddenly a bullet flew past his face, and he felt a hot liquid jet violently on the back of his head. .
Laquinte quickly turned around and saw a German soldier holding an infantry **** standing behind him, but now a bullet hole appeared in the middle of the soldier’s forehead, and the soldier’s eyes slowly dimmed Go down, then fell back on the ground~IndoMTL.com~Thank you, Sharon! "La Quinte turned around and waved his hand towards the hillside. Just then he felt a tingle behind his back, and then a shining bayonet tip suddenly appeared on his chest. La Quinte lowered his head with an incredible look. After looking at the short bayonet tip, his whole body fell to the ground softly and fell beside the German soldier. The commando who successfully assassinated the guerrilla captain did not even notice what he killed. Who, after pulling out the bayonet from the corpse, he immediately rushed towards his next prey.
"No!"
Watching Laquinte fall in her field of vision, Sharron was going crazy. In the short two seconds when she pulled the bolt and reloaded, she lost another life support. The person who had been taking care of him meticulously was killed in front of him just like his own brother. This kind of blow was indescribable for a 23-year-old girl.
"No!" Sarah yelled. Shaking and wiping away her tears, she picked up the rifle and began to search the crowd for the German soldier who killed Laquinte, but in her eyes every German soldier was the same, everyone was like the murderer but not Too similar. Sharon cried and scanned the group of soldiers who were killing frantically while holding a rifle. Suddenly a hard object hit the back of her head.
"Don't move, I will kill you with one move!"
A cold voice commanded in harsh Polish. Sharon turned back slowly, and four tall German soldiers stood in front of her.
With the movement of the **** of one of the soldiers, Sharon felt like she fell into the darkness, and then she couldn't feel anything.