Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 28: Captive
"Asshole!"
Muller kicked the Polish captive who was kneeling in front of him fiercely, and he had tried his best to suppress his anger. Now, as long as he thinks of Marshal Reinhardt who is being rescued in the medical vehicle, Mueller has the urge to strip these Poles alive.
Before that, beating a captive who was completely unable to resist was unthinkable for Mueller. He never thought that one day he would abandon the moral code of German soldiers and act against an enemy who lay down his weapons, but Now he found that there was no other way to vent the anger and hatred in his heart except by doing so. The thought of his own commander falling down in front of him, even if he killed all the prisoners himself, he couldn't alleviate the guilt in Mueller's heart.
"Muller! Don't be like this!"
Hans patted Muller on the shoulder and said: "You won’t be happy if you do this. Don’t you know what the marshal likes? He wants each of us to act strictly in accordance with Germany. An officer’s moral code. No matter what these people do, as long as we accept their surrender, then they should be given the basic power of a captive. You will be angry with the captive marshal in this way."
"But... these dirty pigs, they wounded Chief Reinhardt! I want them to pay for it!" Mueller came up again into the stomach of the fainted prisoner. foot.
"Enough, General Mueller! Pay attention to your behavior! How to deal with them has to wait until the Marshal wakes up and personally give orders. Now you have no right to deal with them at will. Don't you think this is too shameful?" Hans grabbed Muller's arm to prevent the angry legion commander from continuing to violently attack the Polish prisoner who was half-lived while shouting at Muller.
"Hans! What's wrong with you, they are the murderers who hurt the marshal, they are guerrillas, they are not qualified to be prisoners of war! Why are you still talking for them!" Mueller looked excited and flushed. Asked Hans in surprise.
"Müller. I know how you feel now. Why am I not like you? I also want to teach these **** sordid Poles. If there is anything wrong with the marshal, I swear I will take the **** by myself. One by one was tied to a pillar and burned to death. But now the marshal doesn’t know how he was injured. I don’t want to be angry at our behavior when he wakes up. You know the marshal’s temper, he is the noblest. Soldier, he regards the honor of the German soldiers as his life. If he knows what we did to these prisoners when he was in a coma, I believe it will be our turn to pay." Hans looked at Muller His eyes answered solemnly.
After hearing Hans's words, Muller suddenly sighed. He knew that Hans's words were right, and Reinhardt did not appreciate his behavior.
"I think you are right, Hans." Mueller turned and looked at the medical vehicle that was being closely guarded by Stormtroopers. "Hans!" Mueller said: "What is the situation with the Marshal. It was you who checked the Marshal's injuries. Is it serious?"
"I don’t know, the bullet should have passed through the shoulder and shed a lot of blood. But I believe the marshal will be fine. Colonel Surent was one of the best surgeons in Berlin before joining the army. I don't think he will let us down." Hans replied worriedly.
"How could this happen. It’s all on me. I didn’t insist on my opinion at the time. I had said that the marshal was too risky to do this, and only took fifty commandos through this kind of resistance force. No matter how you look at the area, it’s too reckless. Had it not been for the marshal's efforts to deny my plan at the time, we would have reached the destination safely now. I said earlier that we should have at least a few tanks and armored vehicles in this unstable area. The guards are safe." Mueller said depressedly.
"Are you complaining about the marshal? General Mueller, don't you think it is rude to talk about your chief's decision like this?" Hans slowly said, "The marshal has his reason, he doesn't want to Let that person be aware of our actions. That's why he came up with a way to let us leave Poland quietly disguised as an ordinary transport team. This decision was very correct from the point of view of the time. But the marshal may have never expected such a situation. A large group of guerrillas. Before this, we have not obtained the information that there is such a strong resistance here. This is a problem that we who are subordinates should carefully review." Hans turned his head and looked at those arms in disgust. Polish captive squatting on the side
Now the battle has ended for two hours, but the air is still filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and heavy blood. The Stormtroopers have cleaned the battlefield. They gathered the bodies of the guerrillas who were killed and piled them into a pile. The blood gathered on the edge of the pile to form a small pool of blood. The short arms and stumps were chopped off. The head was thrown scattered on the pile of corpses. This kind of scene, which was like a hell, appeared in front of everyone in the strong sunlight. The Stormtroopers didn't feel any discomfort at all about it. They still walked around the pile of corpses in a calm manner, as if the pile of horrible objects did not exist.
In this ambush, the guerrillas were completely wiped out. More than 70 people were killed on the spot or later killed in hand-to-hand combat. The remaining 20 people were lucky enough to be captured. To say that they were lucky is really right. Originally, the commandos didn't think about catching them alive, especially when they learned that their commander was injured, all the soldiers' eyes were red. Those guerrillas who were shot and fell while charging should really be grateful that they died earlier, because this was far better than the horror encountered by those who were in hand-to-hand with German soldiers.
The Germans wantonly killed those brave guerrillas like demons, and completely destroyed the fighting will of all guerrillas within three minutes. Even if these guerrillas once possessed an incomparably determined will, as strong as steel, they would have disappeared under the pressure of the heavy death breath in that **** situation.
When the first guerrilla dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground begging for forgiveness from the red-eyed storm fighters, the others had already lost the courage to continue fighting. But when they saw in horror that the Germans didn't hesitate to knock the companion who was kneeling on the ground and raising his hands to the ground, everyone began to despair. These Germans do not want to be taken prisoners. They do not accept their surrender. What is even more frightening is that they are now surrounded by those Germans, and now they have completely cut off their chance of escape. They knew from the bottom of their hearts that they were in a catastrophe this time, and they could only rely on the last bit of desire for survival to mechanically carry out their last resistance, although this resistance was futile from any aspect.
But at last it was okay. Just when the German soldiers were murderous and wanted to end their work quickly, a few German officers prevented their meaningless killing. The performance of these Waffen-SS soldiers opened their eyes to these officers. They were very satisfied with the superb military qualities and firm fighting beliefs of these soldiers. But when they discovered that the soldiers were killing the guerrillas who had laid down their weapons, they remembered another rumor about the Waffen-SS, that the habit of that unit is not to take prisoners. That is, because the officers stopped the storm fighters in time, more than twenty guerrillas were extremely lucky to become prisoners.
Of course, this attack by the Polish guerrillas also caused certain losses to the Storm team. In this battle, seven Storm team members were killed and a dozen others were injured to varying degrees. Even their captain, Lieutenant Shakter, was scratched by a stray bullet, and now his head was wrapped in a zongzi, lying on the stretcher humming. Only half of the fifty Waffen SS members still retain their combat effectiveness.
After this battle, no one will doubt whether this half of the people can continue to protect the safety of the convoy. In this battle, they have proved that they have the equivalent of twice the number of ordinary army soldiers. As long as they are not attacked by as many armed personnel as this time, they will definitely be able to deal with the ordinary guerrillas of thirty or fifty people. A guerrilla team as large as the one encountered this time is rare in Poland. In Hans's mind, they don't think they still have a chance to meet such a team.
"Why is there a woman in this?"
Muller frowned and asked the guard soldier. He hadn’t noticed that there were women among the captives, but he was no wonder, because the girl was wearing a set of ordinary men’s clothing, and her face was covered with gunpowder and dust, plus the blood from her forehead, looked like other guerrillas. The team members were just as embarrassed, if it weren't for the long black hair that she pierced in the back of her head that exposed her gender, she couldn't tell the difference for a while among the prisoners.
"Report to the general!" The commando hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "We caught this woman on the mountain. She is the sniper. When we caught her, she was still on the mountain aiming at our brothers. Shooting."
"What! Is this the sniper?" Hans looked at the girl who was kneeling in the group of captives with blank eyes in disbelief and said: "It looks like a child."
"General. Don’t underestimate her. We found this by her side when we caught her." A commando drew a long anti-tank rifle from a pile of weapons seized on one side and handed it to Hans.
"Anti-tank rifle! Could it be that she shot Lord Reinhardt!" Hans exclaimed while holding the rifle.
"Let me see!" Muller took the rifle from Hans and examined it carefully.
" is the Polish military WZ35. It seems to be it. I saw this weapon in the Warsaw campaign. The caliber is not big, only 7.92mm and our 98K is the same, but the power is not small, I heard that it is 300 It can shoot through a 30mm armor plate within a distance of meters, which is almost the same as a 20mm cannon. It uses a tungsten carbide warhead. No wonder it has such a large penetration power after shooting through the command vehicle steel plate. You two, Bring her out."
Hearing Mueller's order, the two commandos immediately rushed into the group of prisoners. They dragged Sharon out roughly like a flour bag, and then let her kneel in front of Mueller.
Muller looked at the sluggish female captive with a murderous face, and said viciously: "Since you are a sniper, you must have the consciousness of a sniper, and you will receive the punishment you deserve." Slowly pulled out his Mauser 1932 from the holster and pointed it at Sharon's forehead.
"Wait! Mueller! She can't be shot yet." Hans called from the side: "We should interrogate her to thoroughly understand the real purpose of their attack."
"What? Do you think she will know anything inside? A little sniper?"
"Maybe, even if we don't know, we should let the marshal see the person who injured him with his own eyes, and let him decide what to do with her." Hans said to Mueller.
Müller looked up for a moment, then plugged the pistol back into the holster. He carried the WZ35 and squatted down, shook the gun in front of Sharon's eyes and said, "Woman, is this gun yours? Answer me."
Sharon stared at the German general in front of him in a daze, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the things in the German general's hands. Her sluggish eyes suddenly flashed a light, and then she rushed towards the rifle in Mueller's hand.
"Let go!" Mueller didn't expect that this female captive would dare to **** weapons in front of so many soldiers. He stood up abruptly and tried to shake off the obviously nervous woman, but he didn't expect it. It was that girl who looked small, but she was not too strong. She was holding the rifle as if she was holding her most precious treasure.
The two commandos next to saw this scene and rushed to help the general pull the girl who was hanging on the gun away, while the rest of the commandos slammed the bolt and aimed it at it. Group of prisoners, beware of any actions those prisoners do.
"Damn it, let it go. Are you crazy?" Mueller twisted the rifle body hard, and then hit the girl's abdomen with a fierce kick~IndoMTL.com~ Usually like Mueller's One kick is enough for an adult man to scream and fly out, but the girl who suffered such a kick did not even hum, she still clung to the rifle, and looked at Mueller with hatred in her eyes. .
Muller was a little hairy at the girl's eyes, and he secretly admired the girl's tough character. At this time, the two commandos had already rushed over. They pulled out the girl’s arms, punched the girl’s face, and beat him desperately, but no matter what method they used, they couldn’t let the girl loose her gun for a while. finger.
After a stalemate like this for a while, the strength of a girl could not be compared with three strong men after all, Mueller finally snatched the rifle from the girl’s hand suddenly, and then he raised the gun. Too hit the girl's face. The girl's struggle stopped immediately. When the two commandos let go, Sharon fell softly to the ground.
"It's crazy." Mueller looked at the back of his hand that was caught while snatching the rifle and shook his head.
"You guys are so tight that I can't shoot. Are you okay!" Hansty walked over with a pistol and he asked, looking at the wound on Mueller's hand.
"It's okay, a little scratch." Mueller replied with a smile.
"General Hans, General Muller. The marshal is all right, Colonel Surent tells you to come over." A major ran over to report with joy.
"What! Great! You two drag her away first and tie her up separately. Don't hurt her, I will interrogate her later." Mueller confessed to the two commandos, and then Following Hans, he rushed towards the medical vehicle.