Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 304: Crazy Wolf (11)
The truck returned along the original road, and after two forks, Sweinbach asked the driver to stop by a forest.
"Come on here, Gref." Sweinbach opened the car door.
"I can take you a little longer." Greif said.
"No, that's enough, get out of the car." Krent pushed the driver's shoulder.
Gref turned off the car engine, opened the door and got out of the car.
"According to the previous agreement, this is the remaining hundred rubles." Sweinbach took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to the driver. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes and shook out a stick. In the mouth.
"Don't count it?" The SS sergeant shook out another cigarette and handed it to the Ukrainian driver.
"Will it be wrong?" Gref took the cigarette, smiled and stuffed the money into the inner pocket of his coat.
"Of course it can't be wrong." Sweinbach also laughed. He really started to like this little smuggler.
"Sorry, we can't do what we said before. We have to drive this car." Sweinbach lit the cigarette and handed the lighter to the driver.
"It doesn't matter, it's not my car anyway, but I need to think of a reasonable reason." Gref lit the cigarette and handed the lighter back to the sergeant.
"You keep it, I bought it in Warsaw." Sweinbach didn't answer.
"Thank you, comrade sir." Without pretending at all, Gref put this beautiful kerosene lighter into his trouser pocket immediately.
This is not an aluminum-case lighter issued by the German army, but a high-end product with a carved steel shell. It costs at least 20 rubles on the Ukrainian black market.
"If you are questioned, tell the truth." Sweinbach spit out smoke.
"Tell the truth?" Gref was puzzled.
"Yes, you just said that a group of people in the uniform of the internal affairs army stopped you on the highway and robbed your truck." Krent had already done it on the cab, he held the door and smiled Speaking of.
"Can you say that? There is no problem, right?" Gref looked at the SS sergeant.
"Except for this, you don't know anything else." Swainbach drew a Tokarev pistol from the holster with a cigarette in his mouth.
"In addition, if you want to prevent the investigating officer of the Internal Affairs Committee from suspicious, you must have convincing evidence." The SS sergeant pulled the sleeve and loaded the pistol.
"Do you usually use your left or right hand." Sweinbach asked.
"Right hand, what's the matter?" Before the driver's voice fell, Sweinbach raised his hand and shot Gref's left arm.
"God, you hit me!" Gref collapsed to the ground, clutching the wound on his arm and screamed loudly.
"Sorry, the gunshot wound would be a strong evidence, Gref." Sweinbach retracted the holster with his pistol, then squatted beside Gref, grabbing the opponent's arm to check the wound.
"Don't worry, boy, my marksmanship is very accurate. The bullet passed through the muscles without hurting bones or blood vessels." Sweinbach patted Greif on the shoulder, and then helped him from the ground. Up.
"What kind of injury is this? It can't even compare with a cold." Krent smiled and comforted the Ukrainian.
"It's okay, all get back to the car." Sweinbach drove the special forces members who had jumped out of the car back into the car.
"Listen well, the person who snatched your car wanted to kill you here, but you broke free from the other party and swiftly escaped into the woods. The gunshot wound on your arm is evidence...hell , Don’t worry about the wound for now, the blood will stop soon, you don’t have to press it so desperately."
"But now it's still bleeding, and I feel the wound hurts, my God, it really hurts." Greif said with a sad face.
"You can wrap the cloth first. Do you have a handkerchief on your body? Yes, this is fine. What is it for?"
"Replacement foot wrap"
"...It's okay, you have to do this job yourself, otherwise it will arouse others' suspicion. First pass one end through here, bite it with your teeth, then turn around again, and then go around from there. "Sweinbach guided Gref to dress up the wound.
"After we leave, you have enough time to compile the whole story. Also, remember that if someone asks about this method of dressing, you will say that your brother taught you." Sweinbach supported the deputy Drive the door on the side and tell the other person one last time.
"I remember, comrade sir." Gref nodded and replied.
"After a gust of wind passes, someone will come to contact you."
"So what's the proof? How can I tell if it's yours?"
"You will know then, Greif, take care of yourself." Waved his hand to the Ukrainian, Sweinbach turned his face to Krent and said: "Drive."
The Steyr truck slowly climbed onto the highway, and then drove to the west with full power.
"Well, a truck has only been exchanged for two hundred rubles and a bullet hole..." Watching the German walk away, the Ukrainian turned and walked towards the fork in the east, but he stopped abruptly before going too far. Footsteps.
"Damn, the cargo I brought is still in the car!" Gleb hurriedly turned his head and looked around, but the truck was already driving without a trace.
"We are going home, comrades." Swainbach opened the partition between the cab and the carriage and called to the soldiers in the rear carriage.
There was still a piece of glass blocking it. I don’t know if it was a Polish or a Russian who removed the window and replaced it with a movable wooden board.
"Be prepared for the battle, check the weapons and equipment with you, Hans and Gewell are responsible for protecting the cargo. Heinberg, you control the Russian machine gun, be sure." Sweinbach looked at the plane Gunman.
"No problem, I have operated this machine gun during training, and the results are pretty good." Heinberg skillfully unloaded the cartridge and set it aside.
The DP machine gun is the classic work of the famous Soviet firearms designer Vasily Zeggalev. Because of its representative appearance, it appears very frequently in film and television works in later generations. When the audience sees the gun placed horizontally With a huge ammunition, you know that it is a red army.
In fact, among the munitions supported by the Soviet Union, there are thousands of Jeggarev DP27 machine guns. In addition to the Soviet weapon forces allocated to the government, some of them were allocated to the revolutionary armed forces in Yan'an.
It’s just that this machine gun uses the bottom-edge bullet of the Mosin Nagant rifle, which has not been copied in China, and it is difficult to obtain replenishment in logistics. Therefore, after almost exhausting the ammunition that came with the gun, the DP machine gun It was withdrawn from the first-line troops and transferred to the second-line troops for training.
Until the time of the War of Liberation, these machine guns regained their combat effectiveness after obtaining Soviet ammunition.
This machine gun has witnessed the growth of the People’s Army. Whether it is Shuangduiji or Shangganling, it has left its unique figure on almost every battlefield.
"Now you can throw out all this mess, and move that iron box here."
"The machine gun faces the rear frame, just in the middle."
"Who has extra magazines? Who needs grenades."
"Move this thing away from my eyes and look at the strange eyes."
"Fuck you, this is Lao Tzu's baby." The SS soldiers began to bustle in the carriage, making the final preparations before the battle~IndoMTL.com~ There is still three kilometers away from the border. "Krent held the steering wheel in one hand and pointed at the street sign ahead.
"It is close to the fortification area. From here to the shore, you may encounter Soviet troops at any time." Sweinbach pulled Tokarev out of his holster and placed it on his seat. Krent's PPD submachine gun was taken out from under the seat.
"There are only six magazines, save a few hits." Krent raised his hand and took off the canvas satchel that he was carrying on his back.
PPD40 can use 71 rounds of drums, but they are carrying PPD34 with 25 rounds of magazines. The firepower may not be as good as the former, but the accuracy is definitely much higher than the improved version.
Twenty-five bullets are really a blink of an eye for this automatic weapon with a rate of fire of up to 800 rounds per minute.
"Maybe I can't use up so many bullets." Sweinbach took out the magazine to check it, and then pressed the paddle in front of the trigger guard to turn the trigger to semi-automatic mode.
"Attention, there is a roadblock ahead! It's a border guard patrol." Krent shouted a warning.