Chapter 805

"I said that the night was not very peaceful, and the Germans didn't know what to do. They had to cheer up." A Soviet platoon leader went to the fortification, stood guard soldiers side, while lighting their cigarettes, while reminding said. He is a second generation official with a little background from Moscow. He always seems to be able to produce more cigarettes, which are very precious to front-line soldiers.

It is precisely because his status is somewhat different from that of ordinary Soviet soldiers that he was not sent to the more bitter place in the front line, but was stationed here to defend an important railway bridge. According to the standard of the whole defense, it's solid here. There are bridgeheads at both ends of the bridge and machine gun positions for guarding. If several anti-aircraft guns for defense are included, there are as many as 140 soldiers stationed here.

An infantry company strengthened with four anti-aircraft guns is not full in number, but it is not small. After all, the nearest German army to the railway bridge is more than 50 kilometers. They have a lot of time to blow up the bridge and leave here.

"Don't worry, comrade platoon leader. Do you see the guard over there? It's the place where there's a figure. If there's anything unusual, he'll fire a warning gun. At that time, the machine guns on our side will ring, and no one will be able to rush through. " The soldier on guard took the cigarette from the officer and said warmly.

Nodding, the platoon leader, carrying his moshinagan rifle, walked to the other side of the dark bridge. For the sake of safety, the whole company and some concealed fortifications for officers to rest are built on the other side of the bridge, so that even if the Germans suddenly come and seize the bridgehead on this side, the troops on the other side can continue to resist - or let the officials have time to run.

At the outpost in the distance, a soldier was sitting on a sandbag with a gun in his arms. He looked up as if he was watching the night which had been quiet because of the stop of the shelling. When the cold wind blew, he didn't seem to care about his exposed neck. He just looked up so quietly.

Facing the direction of the German position, his pale face showed a frightened expression. In fact, he had been dead for a long time, and his body had been cold for a long time, so he didn't move in the cold wind, so he just looked up. A sharp dagger cut his neck, blood had been flowing all over his lapel, the deep wound also let his head so strange.

In the trench under the body's feet, three Soviet soldiers were lying on the ground with fatal wounds. It is obvious that this place has been attacked, but no one knows where the people who attacked it are.

"Alas! It's time to change posts. Don't be lazy! " After smoking the cigarette in his mouth, the Soviet soldier who had just introduced the layout of the outpost to his platoon leader called the recruits behind him without looking back, but he didn't seem to find that a sharp dagger had been around his neck from behind.

A German special forces soldier with black paint on his face and black special helmet, like a fierce ghost, silently scratched the cold special knife at the poor Soviet soldier. From the beginning of his speech, until he was slit his throat and quietly accepted his death, he could not understand why the Soviet recruits behind him, Would have killed him so cruelly.

It's a pity that the new friendly soldier he thought was fighting him was lying on the ground, covering his throat like him, struggling to make a sound. However, when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth and neck. He could not shout, and could not even hear his voice from the close antiaircraft gun position.

Even if he tried his best to beat the soil at the foot of the trench, no one would take care of him, because not far away from the anti-aircraft gun position, several German soldiers had killed all the Soviet soldiers, they made a slight and regular sound, telling the soldiers around that they had completed their tasks.

Two German soldiers took advantage of the weak light in the camp near the bridge to hold up their crossbows. Their target was the Soviet platoon leader who had just reached a third of the position on the railway bridge. They aimed their weapons at the target. Behind them, one by one, German special forces soldiers with mp-44 assault rifles bent down and approached from both sides of the railway bridge, close to the railings, little by little.

The platoon leader heard the dense footsteps behind him, like the slight rustle of the wind through the woods. He frowned and turned back in doubt. The cigarette in his mouth became a good sign to fire in a slightly dark environment. Two crossbows flew in, one in his chest, the other hit his stomach. He staggered in the impact, but he didn't know what happened.

"I'm going back to Moscow soon... My father is a high-ranking official... How beautiful the future is for me..." the Soviet platoon leader was full of reluctance and regret. When he felt the pain and subconsciously wanted to shout out, the back of his head had hit the ground heavily and he fell.

"Someone!" He said two words like a groan, and his mouth was covered by the hand of a passing German special forces soldier. A cold bayonet was inserted into his throat and pulled out with a trace of unforgettable pain. Then the bayonet was inserted into his chest and closed his eyes.

Soon, one trench after another, one position after another, were occupied by the dark German special forces in this silent state. They concealed themselves and controlled the bridge. They even dropped steel wires from the bridge deck and easily cut off the detonating wires used by the bombs fixed on the bridge by the Soviet garrison“ Who is it When the German troops reached the headquarters here, a Soviet soldier finally found out the problem. As soon as he uttered a word with his weapon, he was penetrated by four crossbows at the same time. He looked at his body full of arrows, like a pool of mud fell. However, the cry finally awakened the living people of the Soviet garrison, but now there are only two pathetic people alive. The Soviet officer in the company, dressed in clothes, pushed out the door, but a cold pistol was waiting for him, on his forehead“ The reason why I don't shoot is very simple. Tell me your street code tonight. " Familiar with Russian, but with a cold tone, the German official still wears black wool gloves on the palm of his hand holding the pistol, which is similar to the "Thunderbolt gloves" design of the decade. His fingers are exposed, and there is a similar pocket design that can be folded to the front“ Don't shoot! I am willing to cooperate! I'm actually Ukrainian! I'm really Ukrainian! " Raising his hands high, the Soviet officer pleaded, shivering. He also saw that these German soldiers were definitely not ordinary people. They didn't come here to catch such a small company commander as him“ How strange! Captain A German soldier, carrying his mp-44 assault rifle, said with a smile to the chief officer in German: "we came to Russia, but we didn't even meet a Russian. This is either Ukrainian or Belarusian. " His words made the German special forces around laugh, pointed a pistol at the German officer of the Soviet company commander, and then asked in German, "if you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you. Tell me, what's the password tonight."“ Rhododendron The Soviet company commander closed his eyes and yelled out the command he knew when he was forced on the forehead with a pistol. Several German soldiers who had asked other Soviet soldiers nodded, and it seemed that all the commands were the same“ Bang Before the other side could react, the German officer shot the hapless company commander in the head. With the sound of the gun, the silence of the whole bridge was restored again“ okay! Boys! Work, work The German officer clapped his hands and gave a loud order. So the German soldiers began to use the engineer shovel they carried with them to clear the trenches and other places of blood bit by bit. After opening some backpacks, some German soldiers in black uniforms began to change their Soviet uniforms. Some people picked up the Soviet moxinnagan rifles and carefully wiped the blood on them. On the walls of some trenches, the German army opened small concealed pits and stuffed their assault rifles and anti tank rocket launchers into these concealed positions. More soldiers were burying bodies, burying them with some parts of the trench that they thought were not perfect. All the work was going on in an orderly way under the weak flashlight light, while the Soviet Union's company, at this time, rang the harsh telephone ring. The German officer, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the phone and said in a voice different from the cold one just now, "good evening, comrade... Command 'azalea'. Yes, everything is normal." While fiddling with the Soviet company commander's officer's certificate, he talked with the caller about the weather with a smile. After chatting for a while, he hung up and showed a funny smile. He threw the document to the German soldier across the table. The German soldier carefully wrote the name of the Soviet officer on a blank Soviet officer's card with a picture of the German officer.