Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 27: Assassination?

　　

　　 Sergeant Smescher realized that his previous worries were justified. As soon as the review started, the big captain standing in front of him completely blocked his sight.

　　 And no matter how hard the poor Sergeant Smyschel tried, he couldn't move the strong, sturdy body in front of him even half a centimeter.

　　"Long live the head of state! Long live! Long live Germany!"

　　 That big guy is more appropriate than shouting slogans as ranting frantically.

　　 That’s not even counted, this huge guy is making that terrifying noise while waving his sturdy arm, which is thicker than the calf of Smechel, so that big and hard hand. The elbow also kept moving back and forth in front of the front door of Sergeant Smerscher, who unfortunately stood behind him. If the clever driver had not kept the necessary vigilance at all times, it might have caused a sad bloodshed.

　　 As the ceremony progressed, Sergeant Smechel’s feelings got worse and worse, and the hoarse slogans of the fanatical officers around him kept hurting his sensitive auditory system. What's more frightening is that when the poor driver's fragile tympanic membrane was continuously hit, his respiratory system was also oppressed.

　　Smaischer’s stature is not considered short among ordinary Germans, and can be regarded as the upper-middle kind, but this is also limited to ordinary Germans.

　　 And now, the officers around him are not ordinary Germans. These officers who have been strictly selected to stand here have an enviable tall physique. Smasher is among them. Can only be regarded as a short man.

　　 Due to the large secretion of adrenaline, the body temperature of these excited officers increased rapidly. Coupled with the hot French summer sun, the crowds pushed hard, and Smescher, who was below average sea level, felt Breathing became more and more difficult.

　　 "Captain! Captain!"

　　Smasher felt that if he didn't get out of the current situation immediately, his fate would be very bad, and desperately desperate, he immediately launched a self-help operation.

　　 "What's the matter!"

　　 After being slapped on the shoulder dozens of times, Captain 　　 finally came out of that abnormal state. He turned his head with a stomach of dissatisfaction to look for the guy who dared to disturb him to pay tribute to the idol. What caught his eyes was a distorted face with a pale face and sweat.

　　 "You, do you feel uncomfortable?... Sergeant."

　　 The big guy was taken aback by Smasher's appearance, and he quickly turned around to support the sergeant who now seemed to hang up at any time.

　　 "Ah, what happened?"

　　 "How come this is happening, can you survive?"

　　 The surrounding officers also noticed the situation here and they all started to inquire.

　　 "Everyone spread out, let's carry him aside, and look for a military doctor."

　　 the big captain shouted loudly.

　　 "No, no, Captain. I just have trouble breathing."

　　 Smasher replied weakly, pushing away the big man's hand, which was clutching his arm.

　　 "Captain, can you change positions with me, you are taller than me, I will not block your sight."

　　 "Do you really survive? Sergeant?" the lieutenant frowned and asked.

　　 "Yes, I have to see the Führer anyway. I am just a little hypoxic. If I were to go to the front row, it would be fine."

　　Smyschel feels better now, this is because the surrounding officers gave up some space.

　　"Well, sergeant, stand in front, and tell me if you still feel uncomfortable."

　　 The big guy thought for a while and immediately agreed to Smyschel’s request. He didn’t want to miss the chance to see the Führer for this unexpected reason. He understood Smasher’s feelings very well. After all, this opportunity Very rare, besides, this sergeant is only on his chest and shouldn't affect himself.

　　 Smasher was pulled to the front row by the big guy, and breathed the fresh air. Smasher now had a feeling of being reborn. He looked back gratefully and smiled at the captain and nodded to express his gratitude. The tall captain just smiled and patted him on the shoulder and then resumed his work of making noise, and the swing of his arms was larger than before, and the voice was louder, because Xu Jun and his men had already Appeared in his vision.

　　 "What a kind officer."

　　 Smasher took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt a lot of recovery. He calmed down, and then began to look around curiously.

　　 He didn't see Xu Jun's team. An armed military police two meters away just blocked his view, but he doesn't care about this now. Anyway, the head of state will pass in front of him, and he is not in a hurry.

　　 Looking at the enthusiastic welcoming crowd around him, Smescher, who had just recovered, couldn't help being infected by the warm atmosphere. He also began to shout slogans loudly with the officers and wave his not-so-strong Arm up.

　　 There were several officers in the line directly opposite Smescher raising their arms and raising their hands, which made Smescher a little curious.

　　In 1940, the German Army was generally relatively conservative. Few officers would perform this kind of party ceremonies of the German National Socialist Party among the public. No matter how firm a Nazi member is in the army, it is generally It's just a standard military salute.

　　 Smechel remembered that the head of state was not only the marshal of the army, but also the leader of the German National Socialist Workers Party. Maybe these officers wanted to express their loyalty in this way.

　　 But in the middle of a wave of arms suddenly appeared a row of raised arms that stood still. This scene is a bit weird no matter how you look at it. Smyschel couldn’t help but look at the opposite side curiously. What he didn't expect was that he saw a face that made him remember in the crowd opposite.

　　 "That **** guy was here!"

　　 After being stupefied by the solemn and ruthless military police lieutenant colonel, Smescher's mood was extremely depressed. This was completely caused by the damned military police ensign. He couldn't figure out where he had offended this guy to frame himself like this.

　　 But looking back and thinking carefully that he lost his temper again, Smescher felt as if he had too much trouble, and it could be said that everything was done by himself. Moreover, the other party is an officer, unless he asks the general to intervene, otherwise he will be a loser wherever he goes, and he believes that he has not been able to invite the general to show such a big face, so he can only admit that he is unlucky.

　　 But now when Smyschel found that ensign of the military police was standing in the opposite crowd like an okay person, only a short distance of five meters from him, his extinguished anger suddenly rose again. stand up.

　　 If it weren't allowed by the current environment, Smescher really wanted to rush to the opposite side to find the **** liar and get a theory.

　　 Smasher stared at the military police ensign, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. By the way, the breastplate, the military police ensign took off the military police breastplate, and he also changed into a soft top combat hat.

　　"Is he also pulled by the idiot director to make up the number? Impossible, even if there is a shortage of people, the military police responsible for security work will not be transferred. There must be a problem."

　　The shrewd driver began to pay attention to the culprit who was suffering from the opposite.

　　 The second lieutenant of the military police seems to have not noticed the driver who is staring at him, his attention seems to be on an armed military police standing in front of him. Although the officers around him were all zealous, he just stood there quietly, barely leaving the military police.

　　 Seeing this scene, Smyschel strengthened his opinion. This military police ensign must have a problem. For some reason, the rumors about British spies that he heard from his colleagues suddenly popped out of Smasher's mind.

　　 Could it be that the person in front of you is a spy sent by Britain? Smyschel felt cold all over, and breathing became difficult again. It must be so. It was a spy who sneaked in in disguise. Smasher quickly sorted out his thoughts, and finally came to this exciting conclusion. He found a British spy.

　　 must be like this, otherwise the guy wouldn’t get his car number wrong. He must have been collecting information on the generals’ cars, and in order not to reveal his identity, this guy took off the military police badge and mixed it with the welcome crowd. Here, there is no place to hide yourself better than the chaotic crowd, which is really cunning.

　　 But unfortunately, he met himself, the shrewd Sergeant Small. It is exciting to think of a British spy falling into the hands of his little driver. Perhaps the head of state will personally award himself a medal for this matter, and he can become a hero. Smescher couldn't help but start to be a little fanciful.

　　 But. . . . What should I do if I make a wrong judgment? If that guy just sneaks off the job and wants to see the Führer with his own eyes, if he offends those chain dogs for this, his fate will be very, very miserable. Even the general might not be able to keep himself.

　　 Just as the shrewd Sergeant Smescher was struggling between the shiny medal and the humble hard labor camp, the surrounding crowd suddenly burst into loud cheers, making difficult choices. Smescher was taken aback.

　　 "Long live the head of state, long live the head of state!"

　　 The fanatical mood of the officers around slammed to the apex, and Xu Jun and his generals were slowly walking towards Smasher.

　　"Your Excellency the head of state... No, not at all..."

　　Smasher suddenly had a terrifying thought in his mind, isn't it? . . . He quickly turned his gaze to look at the military police ensign.

　　Everyone was cheering enthusiastically, but the ensign stood there coldly, his eyes still fixed on the armed military policeman who stood facing the passage with his back facing him, Smyscher was in the ensign’s eyes Seeing a shuddering look, it was a cold look that ignored everything.

　　 Although he was not the other person's gaze, Smasher felt that his heart had been frozen by the cold eyes, and even his body suddenly became stiff.

　　 "Assassin... That guy is an assassin!" This creepy word emerged in Smescher's heart. The look of the ensign of the military police confirmed his thoughts. It was not the look that should have appeared here, it was the look of a soldier looking at the enemy.

　　"Assassin...Assassin..."

　　Smyschel was completely frightened by his discovery. Now he felt his body trembling like autumn leaves. He wanted to call the police loudly around, but he found that his voice seemed to be affected by something. Just as choked, no matter how hard he tried, the sound he could make was only comparable to that of a newborn kitten.

　　 The crowd was still cheering, everyone focused on the head of state who was walking slowly. Smasher stood blankly in the crowd. He knew he had to call the police right now, but his body seemed to be out of control. He couldn't even shout a word. He could only watch the assassin's slow handle. Reach into the arms.

　　 "He, he wants to take a gun, there must be a pistol there."

　　 Smasher looked at the hand that was slowly taken out of his arms in terror, and at this moment, Smasher's eyes faced the assassin for the first time.

　　 Seeing Smescher standing on the opposite side, the second lieutenant of the military police stunned for a moment. The coldness in his eyes turned into doubt and then became surprised.

　　"Assassin...Despicable British assassin."

　　 At the moment when he saw the other person’s surprised eyes, Smescher felt something shattered in a corner of his body, and felt a tingling like an electric shock all over his body. Then he found that the power had returned to his body. .

　　 "Catch him!"

　　 Smasher violently stretched out his arm to point at the ensign of the military police and shouted. He had never thought that he could make such a loud voice.

　　 "Catch him, that man is an assassin!" German Sergeant Smescher roared.

　　 Time is still. Although it sounds ridiculous, Smyschel does feel that after he yells, everything around him is still. Everyone kept their movements for the last second, staring at themselves blankly. At that moment, the noisy crowd around suddenly became silent like a spell, but the welcome team in the distance Cheers were still erupting. With this background sound, the atmosphere on the scene became even more weird and abrupt.

　　"Assassin, grab the ensign of the military police, he is an assassin!"

　　Smyschel yelled eagerly again. The eyes of the surrounding crowd began to follow the direction of his fingers.

　　"Assassin, assassin, the second lieutenant of the military police, he wants to attack Yuan..."

　　 Smasher's cry stopped abruptly, and he found that the military police ensign's hand had been stretched out of his arms, but he was holding a silver cigarette case instead of the pistol he expected.

　　 Could it be that I made a mistake, it's over, it's all over now. . . . Smescher's heart suddenly fell cold, and he found that the ensign's eyes were full of shock and doubt as he looked at him.

　　 At this moment, Smescher found that everything around him started to move again.

　　 The first lieutenant to move was the second lieutenant of the military police. After the initial shock passed, he seemed to wake up suddenly, and his eyes flashed with the cold cold light he had seen before.

　　 The second lieutenant violently threw the cigarette case in his hand, and then quickly extended his hand to his arms again. This time, what appeared to Smyscher's eyes was a PPK pistol with shining royal blue metallic luster.

　　 Less than a second before and after the completion of this whole action by the second lieutenant of the military police, Smyschel only had time to swallow a spit, and the second lieutenant of the military police had his gun in his hand. That kind of smooth movement can make even the most demanding shooting instructors shut their mouths. This military police ensign has obviously received very strict training.

　　 "Catch him!"

　　 "Stop that man!"

　　 "Protect the head of state!"

　　 "Be careful, he has a gun in his hand!"

　　 The surrounding officers also saw the pistol in the hand of the second lieutenant of the military police. They had already turned in all their weapons before attending the welcome party. It seemed that the sergeant’s warning was true, that man He was indeed an assassin, which made the officers around him shout in panic.

　　 At the same time, the second lieutenant of the military police had already raised the pistol. His first target was not the head of the empire who was standing less than eight or nine meters away from him, but an armed military police standing in front of him.

　　 The officers who saw this scene couldn't help but feel a burst of anger. This guy is too bold and arrogant. Does he think that the officers present are all blind. But now that the Führer is still within the shooting range of the assassin, there is no time to consider these insignificant issues.

　　 Several officers standing next to the military police ensign immediately rushed forward after the initial shock. Four or five brawny men violently embraced the ensign in their arms, two of the officers Tightly pinched the hand of the second lieutenant holding the gun, and desperately pointed the pistol into the air.

　　"Let it go..."

　　The second lieutenant struggled desperately, but under the abduction of four or five strong officers, he had completely lost the ability to act.

　　 And at the same time that the military police ensign was subdued by the officers, an unbelievable situation happened.

　　When Smasher issued the first warning, everyone at the scene was stunned. Even the armed military police were just dumbfounded and at a loss until Smasher issued the second warning. At that time, the armed military police, who stood upright in front of the team, responded.

　　 After all, these military police are not full-time guards of the head of state. It's okay to manage the military discipline. In such an emergency, it is really difficult for them to want them to make correct judgments immediately.

　　 When the armed gendarmerie closest to the ensign of the gendarmerie recovered and turned to face the ensign, the opponent’s muzzle was almost touching his forehead.

　　 But before the armed military police understood what was going on, the ensign had been quickly subdued by the four or five officers around him. But no one expected it at the time. Just when everyone felt they could relax a little, the armed gendarme who was almost headshot a few seconds ago suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.

　　 I saw the military police violently pull the bolt of the MP38 on his chest, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards the head of the group. At the same time, an armed military policeman standing opposite him, in front of Smasher, also raised a submachine gun and charged towards the German head of state ten meters away.

　　 "Stop them!" It happened so suddenly that even the officer who reacted the fastest had only time to let out an exclamation.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a stern gunshot rang suddenly.

　　 Xu Jun and his party stopped when Smasher’s hoarse warning sounded. The generals were all dumbfounded by the sudden incident. Several generals who reacted faster began to rush. He took out his gun from the holster, and the few who reacted slightly slower were still looking around blankly trying to figure out what was going on.

　　 Daogen reacted quickly at the moment the yelling sounded, he violently drew his Mauser pistol from the holster, and then quickly blocked Xu Jun's body.

　　 Feng. Brauchic's reaction was not slow either. He also drew out his Lugar pistol, and then looked vigilantly in the direction of the shout.

　　 The adjutants of the generals were basically not bad at responding. They drew out their respective guns to guard around and tried their best to block their respective chief officials.

　　 But those civilian officials are not as courageous as those officers. The most unbearable ones have sneaked to the side of the crowd, ready to drill into the group of officers when things are not going well.

　　 Just when Xu Jun was jumping around, the military police ensign over there was already pushed to the ground by four or five big men. But before the generals could understand what had happened, the two armed military police rushed towards Xu Jun with their MP38.

　　 "Be careful!" Feng found that something was wrong. Brauhiqi yelled loudly, and he pulled Xu Jun's arm back.

　　 Things changed too abruptly. Although there were officers on both sides of the passage, they were all confused by the sudden scene like the generals. No one knew what to do at the time, and no one thought of intercepting it. The two gendarmes who were obviously full of malicious intent, everyone watched dumbfoundedly as the two gendarmes blatantly ran towards the head of state with submachine guns.

　　 Just when the officers finally realized that they wanted to prevent the tragedy from happening, the stern gunfire rang. The two armed military policemen began to shoot at the head of state who stood upright and the stunned generals around less than five meters away from Xu Jun.

　　 "The Führer! Lie down!"

　　Yordel was on the ground before the two menacing military police began to shoot, and the shrewd Chief of Staff had a very keen intuition for danger.

　　 With the sound of gunfire like fried beans, everyone present, including the surrounding officers, slid down and evaded quickly, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

　　 "It's over" This is Feng. Blauhiqi was pushed by Xu Jun to the only thought in his mind.

　　 "Germany, it's over!"

　　 Feng. Brauhiqi raised his head and looked at Xu Jun's broad back, who was still standing upright in front of the two military policemen's muzzles that were still spitting flames. He couldn't help feeling like he wanted to cry.

　　 "Germany, it's over!"

　　 This was also the common idea of ​​many generals present at the time. They couldn’t believe it would be true. Germany lost its two most outstanding leaders after winning the greatest victory in his history. No country can afford this. Kind of blow.

　　The officers lying down all around stared blankly at the scene in front of them. The head of the empire, the German war **** and his adjutant stood proudly facing two flame-spitting submachine guns, surrounded by them. The generals lying down or kneeling, this scene is more exciting than all the legends they have heard.

　　 Facing the leader of the **** of death proudly and his loyal adjutant, even if they sacrificed, they always maintained their dignity, and they did not want to make any dishonorable actions in front of the enemy. This is the real knight.

　　The officers couldn't help letting out a roar of grief, and many others closed their eyes and prayed for their brave leader to ascend to heaven.

　　 The gunfire stopped abruptly. When the smoke cleared, the people at the scene could not help but erupt a shout of exclamation. People could hardly believe their eyes. After being shot by two submachine guns at close range, the head of state and his adjutant The figure was still standing there, and what made them even more unbelievable was that they had not been shot into a honeycomb like they had imagined, and now they could not even find a bleeding wound on their bodies.

　　 Then, the officers saw a scene that surprised them even more. The head of state shook his head slightly at the two assassins who were obviously already scared, and the officers once again uttered unbelievable low exclamations.

　　 In fact, compared with those officers, the shock felt in the hearts of the two assassins was stronger. They felt that they might be crazy, otherwise, how could such a terrifying hallucination appear.

　　 They know the power of the MP38 submachine gun very well. They are also very confident in their marksmanship. What's more, they have shot so many bullets at such a close distance, but when the gun smoke clears, their target is actually good. Standing there, the uniform was still neat. , His own attack did not even make his military uniform stained with dust, this even assassin can no longer describe his own feelings.

　　"The devil, he is really a devil from hell, otherwise, how could he be unscathed under such intensive shooting."

　　The legend of the man in front of the assassins emerged in their hearts, and they then looked at Daogen standing upright beside Xu Jun with a gun.

　　"He must be a devil servant too."

　　The assassins delineated the race for the faithful adjutant in their hearts.

　　 "Miracles!"

　　 Suddenly, Feng sat on the ground in a daze. Brauhiqi shouted loudly.

　　"Miraculous! God's Apostle!"

　　 cheers erupted among the generals.

　　 "God bless Germany!" Greater cheers began to sound from among the officers, and for a while, this clearing was submerged in a sea of ​​cheers.

　　 "Demon, God bless my king!"

　　 An assassin violently dropped the submachine gun in his hand and stretched his right hand to the holster around his waist.

　　"Go to hell, you devil!"

　　 Another assassin also drew his pistol and pointed it at Xu Jun who was looking at him with contempt.

　　The German officers present did not expect that these two assassins would even dare to commit murder after seeing the miracle, although they roared and rushed to the two assassins one after another.

　　"呯"

　　 A clear gunfire sounded, and the officers who wanted to jump forward suddenly stopped. The gun smoke from the muzzle slowly dissipated, Daogen gently held the huge Mauser pistol in his hand, and a round bullet hole appeared on the forehead of the assassin who raised the gun at Xu Jun, and then the assassin It collapsed like a puddle of mud.

　　"Devil, devil...you devil!"

　　 Another assassin’s mental state has obviously gone wrong. He looked at Xu Jun with sluggish eyes and muttered incessantly in his mouth. The drool from the corner of his mouth wet the collar of the military uniform. Trying to take the pistol out of the holster.

　　 Xu Jun looked at this assassin who wanted to take his life ten seconds ago with contempt, with a mocking smile on his mouth~IndoMTL.com~ the devil! You devil, I want to kill, kill you. . . ,Kill you. "

　　 The assassin finally drew out the pistol. He tilted his head and mouth with a strange smile and raised the pistol to Xu Jun.

　　"Bat"

　　 There was another crisp sound, but it was not a gunfire.

　　 Xu Jun pushed away Daogen’s pistol aimed at the assassin. He rushed forward a few steps and rushed to the assassin. When he raised his hand, the marshal’s scepter in his hand hit the assassin’s gun. On the wrist, with a clear knock, the pistol fell in response, and the assassin squatted down in pain with his wrist.

　　 "Dogen, continue."

　　 Xu Jun flung the scepter in his hand back and forth, Daogen quickly took it in his hand.

　　 Xu Jun grabbed the assassin's shoulder tightly with his left hand and pulled him up, then made a fist with his right hand and slammed the assassin's chin. It was a beautiful right uppercut, and the assassin slammed down after turning half a circle on the spot.

　　 "Come and arrest a military policeman!"

　　 Xu Jun said to the dumbfounded officers who were looking around.

　　 After finishing, the young empire turned around and took the exquisite marshal's scepter from Daogen's hand, lifted his foot easily across the assassin curled up on the ground, and then looked around as if nothing had happened. The officer who saluted respectfully nodded and walked slowly along the original route.

　　 "Long live the Führer! Long live the empire!" A tsunami-like cheer broke out all around.