Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 289: Search (medium)

Stepping into the woods, Randolph felt like he had entered another world. The dense foliage blocked the sun, and even cut off the maddening hot air from the outside world. The SS major couldn't help taking a deep breath with the fragrant and cool smell of vegetation and soil.

The troops paused for a while at the periphery of the forest, because they suddenly entered this kind of dense forest from a bright outside world, and they needed to adjust their eyes to the dark environment in the jungle. The officers reorganized the search formation, and the guard flag team began to slowly spread out. Each team kept a visual contact interval and began to advance toward the depths of the woods.

The soldiers carried rifles with good bayonets, took firm and slow steps, and looked vigilantly at every plant that appeared in their sight, and every bush they passed through was carefully searched, like As Colonel Dogen said, no doubt can't be let go.

"Pay attention to your feet and keep the distance between each other." Sergeant Valdes shouted loudly

Valdes served as the squad leader in the flag guard and led a ten-man rifle squad. To say that the formation of the flag guards is somewhat different from ordinary army units, because they are mainly responsible for guarding and honor guards, so they are mainly equipped with light weapons. The Guard Flag team reduced heavy firepower such as mortars, but also increased the ratio of automatic weapons and machine guns. The number of submachine guns in the special squad was much higher than that of conventional army units.

For example, in the infantry squad of Valdes, not only is it equipped with two MG34s, the squad leader and the two machine guns and the first shooter are each equipped with an MP40 submachine gun. At the same time as the guard of honor, in addition to the officers, each guard and flag team member is equipped with a bright and bright 98K ceremonial rifle. If you thought that rifle with a chrome-plated outer layer was a good one, you made a big mistake. All of these guns have been carefully debugged by the exclusive gunsmith. They are equipped with heavy barrels specially selected by Mauser Company. The mechanical operation is smooth and reliable, and the shooting accuracy is absolutely excellent. It is now in combat. Valdes and the deputy squad leader are equipped with MP40, leaving the rifle in the rear squadron.

"Wolf." Randolph jumped up from behind with his submachine gun.

"You old wolf. Did you smell anything." Patting Valdez's shoulder, the SS major smiled as bright as the sun at this time, the shiny little canines almost blinded the sergeant's dog eyes .

"The traces are chaotic, no wonder the cavalry can't keep tracking. It seems that this woods is often haunted." Valdes reports

"I just asked, the local French villagers often come here to hunt and pick mushrooms." Randolph adjusted the strap to move the submachine gun under his ribs, and then took his water bottle from his back.

"If the opponent has a wounded person, he will definitely not choose a difficult path. Although the forest is dense, there are still many trails stepped on by the locals to pass. We only need to slowly narrow the encirclement in one direction. Now these people have no chance." Valdés had been a forest ranger in his hometown for several years and had very rich experience in jungle hunting.

"Wait a minute." Valdes suddenly raised his right arm, and the whole team stopped moving forward.

"A few people passed through from this position." Valdés squatted beside a bush, pinching a broken branch with his fingers.

"It's within an hour or two to see the scar." Then Valdes reached out and twisted a leaf, then sniffed it under his nose.

"It's blood." The sergeant showed Randolph's blood-stained fingers.

"I knew that I would be rewarded by following you, and now I am counting on you, and show your ability to look after the house. If you catch those foreign spies, I personally ask the head of state to give you awards." Randolph was excited. Said. I am very proud of my foresight.

"Go in that direction," Valdes said, pointing to the depths of the woods.

"Immediately report to the superior, we found the enemy's trail, blow the whistle, summon the nearby comrades." Randolph said to the deputy squad leader.

"Yes, Major." The deputy squad leader picked up the walkie-talkie and began to report his team's findings.

"Valdes found the traces left by the enemy."

"What? I knew it would be this old wolf."

"His nose is better than a dog. Hey, why hit me on the head."

Several teams nearby heard the whistle from here, and they all gathered around. When they learned that they had found the enemy's trail, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy. Many people looked at Valdés with jealous eyes, because this matter will definitely be mentioned in the post-war report, but it is necessary to let the Führer over his purpose, and people cannot help but sigh why they are not so good. luck.

"Now I'm taking a squad from the left to outflank. Gunter, you take your squad to the right, and the remaining two squads walk side by side in the middle, led by Major Randolph." Lieutenant Herman who rushed to himself The teams in the platoon have assigned tasks.

"What do you think of this arrangement, Major." Lieutenant Herman looked neither humble nor overbearing, but the content was a different one. Everyone knew Randolph was the confidant of the Führer. The celebrity in the command department, Himmler would be polite to see him. Where can I usually find such an opportunity to please the other party, if I let it go, I am afraid Herman will regret it for the rest of his life.

"Well, your command is very good, Herman, I remember you." Randolph smiled and patted the ensign on the shoulder.

"Major Randolph, Colonel Dougan ordered us to move on, and other troops will cooperate with us." The deputy squad leader reported loudly.

"Have you heard it? Just follow the plan set out by Lieutenant Herman just now, and finally remind you once again, to catch as much as possible, if you encounter the opponent's stubborn resistance, then kill it, and start acting now." Randolph stood. Standing tall in front of the team, he shouted orders.

"Yes, Major." The soldiers responded loudly, and the teams broke up.

At the same time, in the depths of the woods, several figures are huddled and resting beside a big fallen tree. These people do not know that they have been targeted by the Germans, and danger is slowly approaching them. Approach.

"Is there anything else I can eat." The man who was speaking was a middle-aged man, about forty-five or sixty years old. He looked like the upper class who was always pampered, but now this one's image is quite real. Embarrassed, the waxed hair became a mess, divided into strands and strands drooping on the forehead and ears, faintly revealing the Mediterranean Sea carefully hidden at the top, and a finely crafted evening dress was covered with grass and branches. In the black soil, the sleeve tube on the right shoulder was punctured by something, and a large opening was opened to reveal the white lining. The elegant cowhide shoes on the feet were covered with dried mud.

"Sorry, Sir, please bear with me. We can leave here after dark. I remember that before the plane landed, we passed through a village. From the location, it should not be too far away from us. We can Get the help you need from the French villagers.” The answer was a man in a French officer’s uniform, who looked like he was in his thirties. He was sitting on the crooked tree with his right trouser leg torn apart. Now, the wound with the rags is still leaking blood.

"You need to find a doctor as soon as possible, major." A young man in his thirties with glasses said to the officer in French with a serious foreign accent.

"Although I have only taken a few medical classes, I can see that your injury is very serious." The man who was speaking was a man with a mustache, who looked the same age as the previous one, but obviously Much more mature than the former, with the same foreign accent, he was obviously in the same group with that young man.

"You call that landing, Virgin Mary." A mocking statement came from the shadowed corner, and then the speaker stood up and walked to the officer. This is a strong man. He wore a **** shirt with muscles on his upper body, a pair of brown-green military trousers on his lower body, leggings of the same color, and a pair of khaki leather shoes.

"Mr. Antonio, please calm down, this is not the time for quarreling." Hu made a round battle from the side

"I don't have the time to fight with him. I've had enough of this place full of bugs. We are leaving here." Antonio had a bandage on his left arm, and his forearm was covered with solidified blood. While speaking, he rubbed the coagulated blood from his skin with thick fingers.

"Now we have no water, no food, no medicine. Thanks to the major, I don’t even have any money on my body now. All my wallet and luggage are left on the **** plane. But you guys now Look, where are the Germans he said? Huh? I didn’t see them, none of them. What I said earlier, we should bring our equipment and luggage, and don’t leave in a hurry. What did he say at the time? Now, see where this coward is taking us now. Virgin Mary, how could I be so unlucky." The strong man grumbled in French with a strong Spanish accent.

"Shut up." Then the middle-aged jazz said loudly.

"What did you say?" The Spaniard turned his face and stared at Jazz.

"I'll tell you to shut up, hush, listen." The Jazz yelled at the Spaniard, then leaned over the tree trunk and listened.

"What what? Listen to what?"

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"I heard nothing."

"Wait a minute, there seems to be movement."

"There are people, there are many people, God..." The face of the young man wearing glasses suddenly turned pale.

"It's German, it's German!" The man with a beard exclaimed in a low voice.

"Hurry up!" Jazz reached out and pressed the heads of several of his companions around him.

"It's the SS!" he whispered, pointing in one direction. Looking in the direction of his fingers, a German soldier in a black uniform holding a submachine gun was slowly approaching where they were hiding.

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