Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 466: All Annihilation (Part 1)

The gangsters selected a few strong villagers, unloaded the pack rack from the mule and horse under their supervision, and then moved the pack rack with the goods on it into the village church. At the same time, they found several other villagers and ordered them to take the mules and horses to the well in the village to feed them with water.

Gandino knelt on one leg in front of the cross hanging on the wall of the church, lowered his head and prayed silently. Two henchmen and bodyguards were standing guard at the door of the church with rifles.

Draw a cross on his chest, Gandino looked up at the icon of **** nailed to the cross, then lowered his head and mumbled prayers in his mouth.

The bandit leader finished his prayer, stood up and walked to the goods stacked on the wall, and opened the lid of one of the crates. A box full of twelve Carcano rifles, the air was filled with the fragrance of butter, Gandino's fingers swept across the black and shiny gun, the mob twisted his fingers, and then rubbed the contaminated body on the wooden box. grease.

Gandino once vowed that sooner or later he would make everyone look at him differently, even those proud nobles who were going to die would kneel before him obediently.

In this mob’s dictionary, the belief in power is the axiom of the world, and the cornerstone of all power is the weapons used to kill people. Twenty of the same crates are stacked here, containing two hundred and forty new Carcano rifles, which will allow him to arm a new infantry company and mean a brand new territory.

He may also be able to try to collect taxes in his territory. The former army sergeant still has a large loan to pay off. That cunning merchant of virtue and fire will never allow anyone to rely on his bills.

"Colonel, everything is arranged. The village chief invites you to eat at his house." It was a pizza man named Carlot who came in. He once served in the Italian army. Because of his simple mind, he won Gandy. Promise of trust.

"You take two people to guard these goods, don't let anyone near here."

"Don't worry, Colonel, I'll make arrangements." Carlot said, patting his chest.

"Well, whoever dared to enter the church, you shot that guy in the head." Gandino smiled and patted his confidant on the shoulder.

"Without a gun, I can dig out all of his intestines with this." Carlot pulled out the Turkish dagger that was inserted diagonally on his waist belt.

"Well, do it well. After I go back this time, I will let you be the commander of the new infantry company." Gandino nodded in satisfaction. Of course, such obedient subordinates must be careful.

"Thank you so much, Colonel." Carlot hurriedly stood at attention and paid a military salute to Gandino.

"Yeah." Gandino grinned, punched Carlot in the chest, then turned back and strode out of the church door.

This time he ventured away from his own territory and troops, in order to catch the line of the German fire merchant, and the other party required that he had to come out in person before he was willing to talk with him.

The prices offered by the Germans were very fair. They stated that they were all materials seized by the German army. The price was only half the price of the Italian military. Apart from the cash transaction, they did not make other embarrassing requirements.

Because it was the first transaction, the other party even allowed Gandino to pay on credit, and he could take away the weapons he needed in advance with a small interest. The former army sergeant nodded immediately and placed an order for the first batch of 500 rifles. Because of the limited capacity on hand, he agreed with the other party to pick up half of the goods first, then choose another trading location, and then hand over the rest. Half of the weapon, and repay the previous debt

The performance of the German businessman is impeccable. For Gandino, who is in desperate need of weapons, all this is like a gift from God. Perhaps the pie falling from the sky stuns his mind. The scholar began to dream of becoming a warlord in his heart.

He didn't know that all of this was arranged by the German Intelligence Agency, and he had already been included in the removal list of the Eye of Odin.

In order to please the butcher, the village chief carefully prepared a sumptuous banquet, and took out the fine wines that had been kept for many years, and let these murderers feast on the table.

The village chief smiled at the table, trying to flatter these villains, praying in his heart that the other party was telling the truth, they would leave his village after eating, he had already collected a ransom of fifty thousand lire. Just begging the other party to stop hurting the villagers of Casa Sola.

After drinking and eating, Gandino took the banknotes from the village chief and counted the thick stacks of banknotes. The army sergeant's mood became happy and he decided to let go of the village and The villagers inside used this to express his gratitude to God.

However, it is necessary to set a fire before leaving. This is a rule he set. Of course, he can't take the lead in violating it. The village deceived itself and must give them some unforgettable lessons. For the sake of God and the money, the bandit leader decided to burn the barn in the village.

The straw and wood made the flames soar. The fire burned through the roof in a minute, and the whole building was quickly enveloped in a raging flame.

"This is to deepen your memory, Mr. Sagio." Gandino hooked his arm around the village head's neck and said in the old man's ear.

"Next week, my people will pass by here. I believe you will remember how to entertain my soldiers at that time." Letting go of the village chief, Gandino came to his white mount and bright riding boots. Stepping on the back of a villager, the little bandit leader turned over and rode on the tall war horse.

"Remember, I’m Colonel Gandino. I rarely show tolerance to people who dare to deceive me, so thank God for going, and don’t forget to thank me~IndoMTL.com~ Remember this Your name, the village chief."

"I will, Colonel Gandino." The village chief stood in front of the horse and bowed respectfully in salute.

The former army sergeant laughed loudly and proudly held his whip high, declaring his authority to the surrounding villagers and subordinates.

But a second later, just in full view, the raised arm suddenly broke in two, and a dull blast came from a distance.

The gang leader was splashed with his own blood. Gandino didn't understand what had happened at first. He looked at the broken arm that was spraying blood blankly, with a look of bewilderment.

The white horse under his seat was suddenly startled. Perhaps this sensitive animal felt the murder in the air, or because of the strong blood, the horse neighed and stood upright. The two front hooves struggling to pedal in the air, knocking the gangster holding the reins to the ground.

Gandino screamed and slid down from his horse, and hit his back heavily on the ground. Only then did he understand what was happening to him. The bandit leader rolled on the mud with his broken arm. Then, there was a howl like a beast in his mouth.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos. The villagers instinctively felt the danger, and they began to run away screaming. Gandino's men, although not many, are mostly veterans with actual combat experience, even if they are in the Italian army, they are considered first-class elites.

At this time, you can see the difference between the veteran and the rookie. After the sudden attack, these people did not panic, but quickly searched for cover around and hid themselves.

The army doctor with the team quickly dragged Gandino behind a low wall, and tightly tied a tourniquet on his upper arm to compress the arteries and prevent the severed limbs from continuing to lose blood.

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