Stepping into the woods, Randolph felt like he had entered another world, the dense foliage blocking out the sunlight, and even the maddening hot air outside, and feeling only a cool smell with the scent of grass and earth between his mouth and nose, and the SS major couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The troops paused for a moment on the outskirts of the woods, because they suddenly entered this dense forest from the bright outside, and they needed to get their eyes used to the dark environment of the jungle. The officers regrouped their search formations, and the guard flag team began to slowly spread out in all directions, and the squads began to advance deeper into the woods with visual contact at intervals that could be seen and contacted.

The soldiers, with their bayonet rifles in hand, marched with a firm and slow pace, their vigilant eyes scanning every plant that appeared in their sight, and every bush they passed through was carefully searched, as Colonel Dogen said, and not a single suspicion should be missed.

"Watch your steps and keep your distance from each other." Sergeant Valdés shouted loudly.

Valdés served as squad leader in the Guard Flag Corps, leading a ten-man rifle squad. To say that the establishment of the guard flag corps is somewhat different from that of ordinary army units, because they are mainly responsible for escort and honor guard tasks, so they are mainly equipped with light weapons. The Guard Flag Corps reduced heavy firepower, such as mortars, but also increased the ratio of automatic weapons to machine guns, and the number of submachine guns in special squads was much higher than in regular army units.

For example, Valdés's infantry squad is not only equipped with two MG34s, but also the chief and deputy squad leader and two machine gun first shooters are each equipped with an MP40 submachine gun. At the same time, as a guard of honor, in addition to the officers, each member of the guard flag team is equipped with a shiny 98K ceremonial rifle. If you think that rifle with a chrome exterior looks good, you're making a big mistake. These guns have all been carefully tuned by their own gunsmiths, and are equipped with heavy-duty barrels specially selected by Mauser Company, which are smooth and reliable in mechanical operation and absolutely excellent in shooting accuracy. Now it's combat. Valdés and the deputy squad leader were armed with MP40s and left their rifles in the baggage squad in the rear.

"Wolf." Randolph jumped up from behind with a submachine gun.

"You old wolf, do you smell anything?" Patting Valdés on the shoulder, the SS major was now smiling as brightly as the sun, and the shiny little canine teeth almost blinded the sergeant's dog's eyes.

"The trails are chaotic, no wonder the cavalry can't keep tracking, it looks like the woods are often spotted. Valdés reported.

"As I asked, the local French villagers often come here to hunt and pick mushrooms." Randolph adjusted the lanyard to move the submachine gun under his ribs, then removed his water bottle from his lower back.

"If the other side has wounded people, they will not choose the difficult path. The woods are dense though. But there are still a lot of trails that the locals have trodden on, and we only need to slowly narrow the encirclement in one direction, and now these people don't have any chances. Valdés had been a ranger in his hometown for a few years and had a lot of experience in jungle hunting.

"Wait a minute." Valdés suddenly raised his right arm, and the whole squad stopped moving forward.

"A couple of people passed through this position." Valdés crouched beside a bush, his fingers pinching a broken branch.

"Look at the scars in an hour or two." Valdés then reached out and twisted a leaf on it, then leaned under his nose and sniffed it.

"It's blood." The sergeant showed Randolph his blood-stained fingers.

"I knew that following you would definitely be rewarding, and now I am counting on you, showing your housekeeping skills. If those foreign spies are caught, I personally ask the Führer for a reward. Randolph said excitedly, proud of his foresight.

"Went in that direction." Valdés said, pointing to the depths of the woods.

"Immediately report to our superiors that we have found traces of the enemy. Blow the whistle and gather your comrades in the vicinity. Randolph said to the deputy squad leader.

"Yes, Major." The deputy squad leader picked up the walkie-talkie and began to report the findings of his team.

"Valdés found traces left by the enemy."

"What? I knew it was going to be this old wolf. ”

"He's got a worse nose than a dog, hey. Why hit me on the head. ”

Several nearby squads heard the whistle and gathered around them, when they learned that they had spotted the enemy. They couldn't help but be surprised and delighted, and many people looked at Valdés with jealousy, because the matter would definitely be mentioned in the post-war report, which was to make the Führer pass the purpose, and people couldn't help but sigh why they didn't have such good luck.

"Now I'll outflank from the left with a squad, Gaunt you take your squad to the right, and the remaining two squads will walk side by side in the middle, led by Major Randolph." Ensign Herman, who arrived, assigned tasks to his platoon's squad.

"What do you think of this arrangement, Major?" Ensign Herman's demeanor looked neither humble nor arrogant, but the content was different, everyone knew that Randolph was the Führer's confidant, the red man in the command, and Himmler had to be polite when he saw him. Where can I find such an opportunity to please the other party, if I let it go in vain, I am afraid that Herman will regret it for the rest of his life.

"Well, you're a good conductor, Herman, and I remember you." Randolph smiled and patted the lieutenant on the shoulder.

"Major Randolph, Colonel Dogen has ordered us to move on, and the rest of the troops will cooperate with us." The deputy head of the squad reported loudly.

"Did you hear it all? According to the plan predetermined by Ensign Herman just now, I will remind you once again one last time, catch as alive as possible, and if you encounter stubborn resistance from the other side, then kill and start acting now. Randolph stood in front of the line and commanded loudly.

"Yes, Major." The soldiers responded loudly, and then the squads dispersed.

At the same time, in the depths of the woods, several figures were huddled and resting beside a large fallen tree, unaware that they were being targeted by the Germans, and that danger was slowly approaching them.

"Is there anything else I can eat?" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, about forty-five or sixteen years old, and at first glance he was a pampered upper class, but now the image of this person was really a little embarrassed, and his waxed hair was messed up, divided into strands and drooped on his forehead and ears, vaguely revealing the Mediterranean Sea carefully hidden at the top, a finely made evening dress was stained with grass branches and black soil at this time, and the sleeve at the right shoulder was cut by something, and a large hole was cracked to reveal the white lining, The delicate cowhide shoes on his feet were covered with dried mud.

"I'm sorry, sir, please bear with me, we can get out of here after dark, I remember before the plane landed, I passed by a village, from the location, it shouldn't be too far from us, we can get the help we need from the French villagers." The answer was a man in the uniform of a French officer, who looked to be in his thirties, who was leaning against the fallen tree, his right trouser leg torn open, and the wound on the rag was still oozing blood.

"You need to get a doctor as soon as possible, Major." A young man in his thirties with glasses spoke to an officer in French with a heavily exotic accent.

"Even though I've only taken a few medical classes, I can tell that your injuries are very serious." It was a man with a mustache who looked about the same age as the one in front of him, but was noticeably more mature than the former, with the same foreign accent, and was clearly in league with the young man.

"You call that the landing, Virgin Mary." A mocking speech came from a corner of the shadows, and then the man who spoke stood up and walked up to the officer, a muscular man wearing a tight white shirt on the upper body, a pair of brown-green military trousers on the bottom, leggings of the same color, and a pair of khaki leather shoes.

"Mr. Antonio, please calm down, this is not the time to quarrel." The mustache started a round on the side.

"I don't have the time to quarrel with him, I've had enough of this bug-filled place, we're going to get out of here." Antonio's left hand was bandaged on his upper arm, and his forearm was stained with clotted blood, and he used his thick fingers to rub the coagulated blood off his skin as he spoke.

"Now we have no water, no food, no medicine. Thanks to this major, I don't even have any money on me now, and my wallet and luggage are all on that damn plane. But now you see, where are the Germans he is talking about? Well? Didn't see, not a single one. As I said earlier, we should take our gear and luggage and don't leave in such a hurry. What did he say then, look at what the hell this coward is taking us to now. Virgin Mary, how could I be so unlucky. The strong man whined in French with a thick Spanish accent.

"Shut up." Then the middle-aged knight said loudly.

"What did you say?" The Spaniard turned his face to glare at Sir.

"I'll tell you to shut up, shhhhh Jazz shouted at the Spaniard, and then leaned down to the trunk of the tree to listen.

"What? What to listen to? ”

Several of them couldn't help but get nervous, and they all got to their knees next to Sir and listened to him as they did.

"I didn't hear anything."

"Wait a minute, it looks like there's movement."

"There are people, there are many people, God" The face of the young man with glasses suddenly turned white.

"It's German, it's German!" The bearded man exclaimed quietly.

"Hide!" Sir reached out and pressed the heads of several of his companions beside him.

"It's the SS!" He whispered in one direction. Looking in the direction of his finger, a German soldier in a black uniform and armed with a submachine gun was slowly approaching the place where they were hiding.

(To be continued.) )