Chapter 709

"Ah?" Safchenko was startled by my order. He hesitated for a long time and asked me, "is this suitable, sir? You know, it's in German territory. "

I saw that the car was getting closer and closer to the Italian soldiers, and I didn't care to explain to him. I simply ordered him: "as soon as the car stops, let all the soldiers get out of the car to beat the Italian sentinels. I said that these Italians should pay their due price for abusing the German defense forces."

Listen to me, even if safchenko is stupid, he guessed my intention. He said with a smile, "don't worry, sir. I promise to finish the task you told me."

My strategy is just to stir up the relationship between the German army and the Italian army, so it's very important to be careful when implementing the plan. If the Italian Army's Sentinel is killed, the troops in the camp will open fire on us without mercy, so I specially told safchenko: "remember, let the soldiers teach them with their fists, don't shoot, and don't kill people, Otherwise, it won't end. "

"I understand." Safchenko nodded with a smile, then turned around and gave a few words to the former German Defense Forces soldiers in the carriage.

I thought that these defecting former German soldiers would be reluctant to carry out such an order, but I didn't expect that they would respond to the order conveyed by safchenko. As soon as the car stopped, before it could stop, they had lifted the tarpaulin at the back of the car and jumped out of the car like a fierce tiger. Then they rushed to the Italian soldiers standing beside the puddle.

Soon, there was a dull sound of fists and feet hitting the body from the back of the car, as well as the scream of Italian soldiers from time to time. At this time, gramus opened the car door, stood on the pedal and looked into the car. Then he looked at the soldiers on both sides who were fighting in the mud behind him. He asked in surprise, "what's the matter?"

After listening to safchenko's translation, I whispered to gramus, "Captain, time is running out. I can't give you a detailed explanation. First, you should urge your subordinates to beat the Italians hard for the reason that Italy insulted the German defense forces and damaged your honor. Let the soldiers fight as hard as they can. The worse they are, the better. But don't kill them. In addition, once it is found that there are large troops in the camp to rush out, immediately let the soldiers get on the car and quickly flee from here, so as not to be outnumbered and suffer losses. "

After understanding what I said, Grimes agreed, jumped off the pedal and strode back.

I asked safchenko to sit down at the back of the car, holding the rear fender in one hand and lifting the tarpaulin in the other, and looked at the bustle below with a smile. I know in my heart that although the German army and the Italian Army are allies, there are many contradictions between the grass-roots officers and soldiers, such as quarrels and fights. Originally, I was still worried about how to stir up the conflict between the two armies. Unexpectedly, the truck ran over the puddle and splashed mud all over the Italian sentinels. Shengsheng sent such a wonderful opportunity to me. If I didn't know how to use it, I might as well kill myself with a piece of cheese.

Although there are only four Italian soldiers, the whole fight is not one-sided in the face of more than a dozen of our soldiers. One of the burly soldiers, while being grasped by two soldiers from the left and right, still kicked the other soldier from the front into the mud. The splashing mud splashed all over the soldiers' faces. After kicking the soldier in the front, he broke away from the soldier who held his right hand. With a beautiful right hook, he hit the soldier who held his left hand under the chin. The soldier looked back, then fell on his back and fell on all fours.

When he saw his comrades in arms, he was knocked down by this big Italian soldier. Around him, seven or eight soldiers rushed over, holding hands and legs. Although the soldier struggled hard, his fists were hard to beat, and he surrounded a group of angry soldiers with old fists.

The movement outside startled the Italian soldiers in the camp. There were five or six soldiers with guns running along the dirt road. Captain gramus, who had been watching the battle with us all the time, quickly came up. After stopping the Italian soldiers, he yelled at them. The soldiers who were stopped by him were facing the commanders with higher ranks. Although they did not dare to walk around them, they were still arguing loudly.

When I saw the Italian soldiers who were arguing with gramus, I suddenly envied the Japanese soldiers' hierarchical relationship. If gramus faced the Japanese soldiers, he didn't have to talk nonsense with them at all. He just had to raise his hands and slap them in the face. Those people didn't dare to fart. They just stood in the same place and were beaten, There is no idea of resistance.

Just as he thought about it, safchenko suddenly lowered his voice and called out: "Oh! No, the Italian army is coming. " I quickly looked around and saw a large group of soldiers, led by an officer, walking out of the camp quickly. Looking down in front of him, the four Italian soldiers had been beaten down, all of them were black and blue, and they were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The number of the new Italian army is at least 30. If they see the tragedy of their own robes, they will definitely fight with us. We are at a disadvantage in terms of the number of people. Once we fight, we will definitely suffer. Thinking of this, he quickly told safchenko: "call captain gramus back, and we will leave here immediately."

Safchenko nodded, immediately stood up, leaned out half of his body and yelled at the outside. With his shouts, Grimes looked back at us strangely. Safchenko yelled a few more words, and gramus did not hesitate. He pointed to the Italian soldiers and said a few more words. Then he turned around and walked towards us quickly. While passing by the soldiers under the car, with a strong wave of his hand, the soldiers would climb up to the car with laughter.

With more and more soldiers on the train, there was a strong smell of soil in the car. When they were talking about the results of the war, gramus stepped on the pedal and asked me, "Comrade division, shall we go back?"

I turned to look into the distance from the open tarpaulin and saw that the group of Italian soldiers were only forty or fifty meters away from our carriage. They obviously found their injured companions and speeded up their pace. They immediately said, "let's go!"

After we left calmly, the Italian soldiers arrived at the injured soldiers. Several soldiers pointed to our direction and yelled at us. Even one soldier raised his rifle and aimed at us. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sergeant beside him found his abnormality, lifted his muzzle up, and the bullet flew into the air.

The dangerous behavior of the Italian soldiers angered the soldiers in the car. They cursed fiercely in words I didn't understand. Some people raised their guns, intended to pay an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. They also used the weapons in their hands to teach the Italians who didn't know how powerful they were.

Seeing that the situation was not right, I quickly told safchenko: "tell them to put down the guns in their hands. If we want to shoot at this time, we will be completely exposed, and no one will be able to get away at that time. "

Safchenko quickly yelled at the soldiers in German. Under his severe reprimand, the soldiers reluctantly put away their weapons, but still reluctantly yelled a few words at the back.

I leaned back against the fender and asked safchenko in a low voice, "Comrade safchenko, are we going to pass the German 44th division camp next?"

Safchenko shook his head and said slowly, "we will go through the 44th division's defense area, but we won't enter their camp because we don't have the necessary pass."

"It's enough to pass through the enemy's defensive zone." I said to myself. After that, I began to shut my eyes and think that we have wounded several Italian soldiers, which is bound to make them resent the Germans. Moreover, our truck is heading towards the defense area of the 44th division, which is tantamount to successfully blaming these Germans. As long as the Italians who are not willing to give up go to the German 44th division to ask for a crime, the long-standing contradictions between the two sides may break out, and Karpov's plan to get rid of the difficulties is half the success.

When our trucks crossed the 44th division line, they unexpectedly did not encounter German checkpoints or patrols. I asked safchenko strangely, "Comrade safchenko, do you always return from this line every time you go for reconnaissance?"

"Yes, sir." Savchenko guessed what I was going to ask, and quickly explained to me, "although this is the defense area of the 44th division, because the area is too wide, they can't deploy their defense in all places, so we can go in and out of their defense area leisurely."

Safchenko's words gave me a new idea: since the German defense is so lax, even if the German and Italian armies don't oppose each other and have conflicts, they can still let Karpov's battalion break into parts and slip out of the middle of the German army.

When I was thinking about it, a sharp whistling sound almost covered by the sound of the car motor came from the air. Before I could shout out, there was an earth shaking explosion not far from the right side of the truck. Then the light in the car suddenly lit up a lot. I turned around curiously and found two fist holes in the tarpaulin.

"Damn it Safchenko suddenly yelled angrily: "it's shelling, we've been shelled!"

Shelling?! Thinking of the explosion just now, the shell was obviously aimed at us. Was it the Italians who suffered a loss and specially sent artillery to bombard us? But I quickly denied my view that if the Italian Army wanted to bombard us, it should use artillery, and the one that just exploded was obviously mortar. Thinking of this, I quickly asked: "safchenko, do you see where the shells came from?"

"I don't know!" Safchenko replied loudly, and then he said cautiously: "are we found by the Germans? This is their pursuit..."

Before his words were heard, a shell fell behind our car and exploded. All the soldiers in the car clenched their weapons and watched the outside warily. Once the truck stopped, they were ready to get out of the car and fight.

Grimes didn't know what came out of the bridge, stood on the pedal, put his head in, and yelled at us. Safchenko translated for me: "Comrade division commander, Captain gramus said that the shells came from the direction of 107.5 highland. Our friendly forces must have regarded us as Germans, so they fired on us. He said that if we continue to drive forward, even if we are not killed by the shells, we will be completely destroyed by the machine guns of the friendly forces. "

"Turn to the east at once and drive to the Volga River!" I didn't care if gramus could understand me, so I gave him an order. I didn't want to be killed by my own people's shells. Perhaps he understood the word Volga, so without waiting for safchenko to translate it, gramus's head shrank back. A moment later, the truck made a sharp turn, dodged another shell, and turned around quickly to the river.