Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 127: Capture (below)

The Bulldog started to slow down from a distance, and stopped in front of Captain Dietretz. A strong man with a half cigar stuck his head out of the passenger side: "You Good William, I heard that you caught a big fish today."

"You are late, Heinrich," the captain said, walking to the side of the cab.

"Good noon, Captain Dietertz." The baby-faced driver poked his head from the shoulder of the strong man to say hello.

"Good noon, Superior Cole." Dietertz smiled and nodded at the young superior.

"Don't stop here, drive the car to the side of the road first, then stop there." Dieteritz guided the bulldog, and the truck slowly drove off the shoulder.

"We are here, all get off." After the truck stopped, the strong man patted the partition behind the cab, then opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"How many people did you bring?" Dietertz took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"All, the whole group." The strong man smiled and gave a thumbs up, showing his shiny white teeth.

Lieutenant Heinrich Wenzel’s SS, a former ensign of the German Wehrmacht, once commanded a German combat engineer platoon. Six years ago, Wenzel suddenly retired from the army and was absorbed into the General Security Bureau. , Became the commander of a special handling team. He was trained in Brandenburg, where he learned guerrilla and street fighting tactics. He is an expert in close combat, especially good at handling various standard and non-standard explosives. As for why this lieutenant retired from the National Defense Forces, the truth may only be known to his superiors.

"Assemble! Hurry, hurry!" A series of quick commands urged, one by one vigorous figures leaped from the carriage, and then quickly ran to the lieutenant in a row.

"[Grey Sword Team] All arrived, Captain Dieteritz." Wenzel walked to the front of the team, turned around and raised his arm in salute to Dieteritz.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" the team members shouted in unison.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Dietertz raised his chest and raised his arms in return.

"Time is running out, so I won’t say anything else. You should have known about this mission on the road. Now I will tell you what you know." Dietertz was unambiguous, he took A reed stalk drew a sketch on the ground.

"This is where we are now, this is the road, and the village where the target is located is here..." Dietretz squatted on the mud, and the heavily armed SS soldiers formed a circle around. .

"This is the situation, do you have any questions?" Dietertz raised his head and asked.

"The situation in the yard is unclear, and we don't know the structure of the house. We don't even know whether there are cellars or secret rooms inside." A corporal touched his chin and shook his head.

"We haven't encountered this situation before, remember the time in Albania?" a blond man with the rank of sergeant retorted.

"Sergeant Major Hinds was right. The situation was worse that time than it is now."

"We still have too little information."

"Do you want to know the exact number of people? Just count the bodies afterwards."

"The target is the fat man in the photo."

"Will there be a bonus for catching him?"

"Looking at what I am doing, how could I know that you should ask the lieutenant."

"Well, it seems that you have nothing else to ask, so now I will assign the work." Lieutenant Wenzel clapped his hands and calmed the discussion among his men.

"Hans, Hoffman, and Weir, the three of you are responsible for guarding the perimeter and don't let any target escape." The lieutenant ordered.

"Yes, sir." The three team members stood at attention and saluted.

"Scott, Daniel, and Woodman, you three are responsible for the cover."

"No problem, Lieutenant."

"Gramrock, Swope, Slug, the three of you are following me in a frontal assault."

"Understood, Lieutenant"

"Cole, you stay to guard the vehicle and equipment." Wenzel turned to look at Cole.

"Yes, sir." The young upper class hurriedly stood up.

"Very well, now I'll give everyone two minutes to check their equipment, and start to act in two minutes. Who are we?" The lieutenant straightened his chest.

"We are the grey sword, we are the empire's blade!" everyone murmured.

"The other party is just some Bedouin, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with." Dieteritz stepped forward and said to Wenzel.

"Remember I once told you, William. The most important thing for the Grey Sword Team to survive until now is that we never underestimate the enemy's strength." Wenzel drew Browning's power from the holster The pistol was loaded by twitching the sleeve, and then the gun was closed neatly.

"Clean up the surrounding secret guards first, and try not to disturb the target as much as possible." Dietertz reminded.

"We are experts in this area, do you want to go in with me?" Wenzel asked with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that I will hinder your actions?"

"I don't know what your skill is. One more person will give you more strength. By the way, why didn't you see Merkel?"

"I asked him to guard at the entrance of the village. He can participate in the peripheral guarding later."

"He is the second shooter I have ever seen, so that's it." Wenzel reached out to Dieteritz.

"This is not right, Asim, we shouldn't stay here anymore." Hamid inserted the Arab dagger back into his waist.

"What are you afraid of? Hamid." Asim tore the scones and put them on the plate, using a dagger to remove a piece of lamb from the leg bone.

"The Egyptian businessman will definitely report." Hamid said with a frown.

"So what, those Egyptian policemen are both greedy and stupid. When they come, we just need to hide in the cellar. They can't find the dead body and will leave soon." Asim said. He put the noodles into his mouth.

"We should catch up and kill him." Hamid complained.

"Who would have thought that guy ran so fast." Asim swallowed the cake and took a sip of tea from the cup.

"Hudson has already contacted there. The boat to pick us up will not arrive until tonight at the earliest. We can only wait here now. I heard that the Germans are looking for Hudson everywhere. The safest way to leave at the moment. Don’t worry, Hamid, we’ll be safe after the boat tonight, and you will be back home soon to see your beloved Saikon." Asim put down his teacup , Took the dagger, wiped it on the cuff, and inserted it back into the scabbard around his waist.

"I'll go see Mansour and them. You stay here. Hudson cannot be trusted. You must watch him closely and catch him." Asim picked up and leaned against the wall. Lee Enfield's rifle, threw it at Hamid.

"Remember, keep your eyes on it." Asim pointed his eyes with his fingers.

"I'll keep an eye on it. You'd better come back quickly. I have an ominous premonition since just now." Hamidra opened the bolt and looked at the bullet in the magazine.

"God will bless us, Hamid." Asim gently stroked his chest, then turned and walked down the stairs.

"I can only hope that God will bless you." Hamid put the rifle on his shoulder, grabbed the rung of the wooden ladder and started to climb to the top of the building.

Hamid is not a coward. He is also a well-known hero in the tribe. He is proficient with swords and horses, and his marksmanship is superb, otherwise Asim will not bring him out this time. It's just that Hamid's way of thinking about problems has always been biased towards pessimism. At the same time, he is relatively superstitious, and it is easy to get into the corner when he encounters problems. He is a very good hunter, able to shoot gerbils running at a distance of ten meters with a rifle. This is a very agile and agile small animal that runs as fast as lightning.

Hamid sat cross-legged on the flat roof, his shoulders leaning against the low windshield wall, holding the Lee Enfield rifle in his arms, and his eyes scanned the street below vigilantly. The sun has slowly moved to the west. After a few hours, the night will fall, and they will finally be able to leave this ghost place. Hamid doesn’t want to stay here for even a minute, since a stranger in front of him walked around the village. After the circle, he always felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Hamid looked at the front yard~IndoMTL.com~The wooden ladder behind him suddenly began to creak, and it seemed that Asim was back.

"Mansour is okay over there?" Hamid asked.

"Yeah." The answer was dull.

"The guy is still on the second floor, sleeping like a head..." As soon as he said this, suddenly a big hand covered Hamid's mouth from behind.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The Bedouin wanted to struggle in panic, but then a cold dagger pierced his heart from behind.

Hamid stomped a leg hard, and then he collapsed. A SS soldier in a sandy yellow combat uniform and a black beret slowly pulled out the dagger from the corpse, wiped the blood from the opponent's back, and then gently inserted the dagger back into his thigh. In the side scabbard.

He picked up the Lee Enfield rifle that fell on the ground, and carefully peeked out from behind the low wall. The same thing was happening on the roof of the opposite building at this moment. The comrade on the opposite side saw his colleague and immediately raised a fist to signal to the friendly army.

"The surrounding secret whistle has been cleaned up. The two were killed and the two were captured alive. The secret whistle was one more person than the captain expected, huh? Some of us were injured..." Grahamrock held the telescope and whispered to Wen Ze You report.

"Damn it!" Wenzel hammered his thigh hard.

"It's Daniel. His arm was injured. It doesn't look very serious. This guy is still making faces at me." Kremrogg turned around to look at the lieutenant in tears.

"This idiot, go back and pack him." Wenzel tightened the wrist buckle of his glove and held up his MP40 submachine gun.

"It's our turn to act." Wenzel looked back at Dieteritz, and the other nodded in affirmation.

Five SS members rushed across the street and rushed towards the courtyard.