Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 291: Hunting

There was a heavy snow at night, the sky in the early morning was still gray, the field was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the dry cold wind passed between the branches of the plantation, as crystal clear as broken glass The icy Ling, followed by the still lush bushes. On the west side of the plantation, there is an old country road that passes through the forest to the east. Half a kilometer away is the rushing Buge River.

The roadbed of the dirt road is relatively high, and the road surface is not buried by snow. On a T-shaped intersection near the woods, there is a lonely wooden guard post. There was only a small amount of snow on the black tar-covered linoleum roof, and the slender tin-skin chimney continued to emit green smoke, and the fire in the house should be burning.

An active roadblock was set up on the dirt road on the side of the checkpoint, and a blue-gray painted military three-wheeled motorcycle was quietly parked beside the sandbag fortification on the other side of the road.

The SS lieutenant Keller Manzek looked up at the barricade pole that pointed to the sky like an anti-aircraft gun. Against the background of the gray sky, the red and white paint on the pole was particularly conspicuous. .

"Sir, it should be those two **** who did it. The body has not been completely cold." Corporal Gleason squatted beside the sentry's body, holding half of the soldier's identification badge in his hand.

"There is another one in the room. He was shot in the back of the head and the radio was broken." Manzek’s subordinate, Lieutenant Haller, reported, while still using a mass of shreds that he did not know where he was torn from. Cloth, wipe the black leather gloves stained with blood.

"Search around. There should be three soldiers in this checkpoint. Find the third one for me." Manzek looked down at the corpse lying at his feet: "Take the corpse in the house. Bring it outside and inform the garrison to send someone to collect it immediately."

"Okay sir. You two come with me. Signalman! Ludy...can I get in touch with the headquarters?" Haller began to assign tasks to his men.

"Carl, are these footprints left by prisoners?" Manzel asked in a deep voice the SS sergeant standing under the embankment.

The sergeant was bending over to look at the footprints in the field, and a SS soldier stood beside him, dragging a German black back who was moaning with excitement.

"There are not many people passing by here. The characteristics of the footprints are very obvious, and the dog can also smell it. After killing the sentry, the two **** went straight to the east through the highway. I suspect they also took one Our man, mixed with the footprints of a third person, wears German-style military boots on his feet." The sergeant nodded affirmatively, pointing to the woods to the east.

"Understood." Manzel turned his head.

"Haller, you stay here with the fourth squad, and the others follow me to pursue eastward." The captain shouted.

Second Lieutenant Haller said that it was okay: "Okay, but I only need three people here."

"They didn't take the weapons and ammunition from the sentry." Following the captain, Sergeant Karl continued to report.

"Not taking the weapons and ammunition is a worry. These people are professional." The captain strode forward and unlocked the holster around his waist.

"I understand, so they didn't take away the sentry coat."

"This shows that their clothes are already warm enough, and they are well prepared." Manzel raised his hand and waved to the right, signaling the formation to spread to the south.

"They are only ten minutes earlier than us at most, and now there is one more person with them, and the speed will definitely slow down." The sergeant said.

"Maybe your judgment is correct, but what if the third person is also the other person? This kind of thing is entirely possible."

"Is that really the case, sir?"

"No, I was joking. What happened at the outpost should have been an accident." Manzel began to run at a small pace.

"They have no way to cross the river, they can only walk south along the river bank. It was uncomfortable to be in the wild last night, the other party's physical strength should have reached its limit."

"We have chased these two **** for one night, sir."

"At least we have chocolate and hot soup."

"Yes! Long live hot soup! Long live chocolate!"

The SS commandos marched deep and shallow in the snow, and their morale was as high as when they started.

In the woods not far from the SS, two men in thick winter clothes were punching and kicking their captives.

"Damn Nazi pigs, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Get up and continue walking." A man with a mustache kicked the superior soldier in the abdomen with his leather shoes, causing the opponent to curl up in pain.

"I said not to bring this pig, Petrovich Lavrenkin, this guy is a burden at all, just kill him here." Another man in a peaked cap kicked Germany. The soldier's crotch scolded.

"What do you know, Sergeyevich Pawowski. This is a communications soldier and should know many secrets." Lavrenkin retorted.

"I think you may have forgotten that we are running away, Petrovich Lavrenkin." Pawowski sneered.

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich Pawowski, the Germans won't track it at night, and the snow has covered all traces a long time ago." Lavliankin After kicking the prisoner again, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Smoke a cigarette for a while, I guess it's not far from the river."

"What should I do when I get to the river, do you have a way to get the ferry?"

"Don't worry, Sergeyevich Pawowski. Everything has been arranged. Today we only need to rush to the scheduled location during the day, and at night we will send a boat to take us across the river." Jin handed the cigarette case to his companion.

"When this task is completed, you should be able to advance to the next level." Pawowski took out a match and lit the cigarette.

"This is not a question you should ask, Comrade Sergeyevich Pawowski."

"Sorry, it was my fault, Comrade Petrovich Lavrenkin." Pawowski quickly admitted his mistake.

A major purge is going on in the Red Army, and a small mistake may kill people. The Red Army intelligence agents who sneak into the country to work like them are even more like the group walking on the blade. But these people have no choice at all. They believe that they will die faster if they refuse to perform the task. Why are you unwilling to serve the mother of the motherland? Have you been bought by foreign enemies?

"Shhh, did you hear anything?" Lavlinjin held a cigarette in his mouth and made a quiet gesture to his companion.

"What?" Pawowski's face was unclear.

Laflenkin did not answer, he put his fingers on his lips, tilted his head and listened.

"Damn it! It's a German! I heard a dog barking." The Red Army intelligence agent's face changed a lot in the next second.

"Run over there, Sergeyevich, Pawowski." Lavrenkin shouted, pointing to the other end of the forest.

"What about this pig?" Pawowski asked.

"It can only be dealt with." Lavlianjin took out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, then slid down the hammer and pulled the trigger at the back of the captive's head.

Immediately, something that the two spies couldn't believe happened. The weapon specially issued by the Red Army Intelligence Agency didn't even start at this moment.

"Damn it!" Loughlinjin pulled the sleeve vigorously and pulled out the blind bullet.

Laflenkin fired again, but the gun still didn't go off, so he returned another bullet and continued to pull the trigger, but it was still a dud.

"Unbelievable!" Lavlinkin stared at his gun~IndoMTL.com~ and didn't understand why this happened.

"It's too late, let's go!" By this time Pawowski had clearly heard the fierce dog barking, and what made the intelligence agent fearful was that the dog barking was approaching quickly.

"The Germans let the dog go! Run!" Pawowski exclaimed. He didn't want to fight with a professionally trained German military dog ​​weighing 40 kilograms, not to mention a group of dogs followed Germans armed to the teeth.

"How did these **** catch up to us?" Loughlinjin resolutely threw away the scrap iron in his hand, and then spread his legs and followed his companions in the woods.

"Don't stay together, run separately, meet up at a predetermined place at night!" Pawowski suggested loudly to his companions.

"Okay, good luck to you." Lavlinkin felt that the other party's suggestion made sense this time, and hurriedly turned a corner and rushed to the northeast of the forest.

"Wait a minute, does this guy know where the scheduled location is?" After running more than ten meters, Lavrenkin suddenly reacted, but when he turned his head and looked around, Pawowski was already running No trace.