More and more black figures appeared one after another between the trees, and the crash survivors held their breath, watching this scene through the gaps in the branches and leaves, these people were terrified and sweating, and their eyes were full of despair in the face of the apocalypse.

To say that they were also mentally prepared to be hunted down by the Germans, think about it, so a big plane fell in the field, and the Germans could not have found it. So at that time, these people didn't even care about their own luggage and the corpses of their companions, and left the plane as fast as they could, despite the wounds on their bodies and still losing a lot of blood. Half an hour before they thought they were safe, and it was unlikely that the Germans would have searched the dense woods so quickly, but now it was clear that there was a problem with this prediction, and not only did the Germans follow the trail quickly, but they were even more frightened that the pursuers were not the expected German Army, but the notorious Nazi SS.

Because of Xu Jun's strict control, the Nazi SS at this time was not able to do whatever they wanted on the European continent as they did in history, and finally they had not yet gained their reputation enough to stop children's night crying. Previously, because of the bloody cases committed by the SS special forces in Poland, the European media regarded them as evidence of the barbaric cold-bloodedness of the Germans and used them to hype up. However, after the end of the war, this group of unscrupulous media collectively turned 180 degrees, and many articles appeared to whitewash the SS atrocities. Ordinary Europeans don't have much contact with it in their lives, and they may not know much about this organization, but the identities of these survivors are not ordinary, they have more or less access to some classified documents, and they know the true face of this army better than ordinary people.

"How could it be the SS, where the hell did these people come from?" The young man with glasses whispered in the ear of the mustache.

"Major, what do we do now." Sir asked the officer.

"This is an old trick of the Germans, they must have arranged troops on both flanks, and now I am afraid they are outflanking our rear." The officer struggled to his knees and pulled out his pistol holster from his waist.

"You mean we're surrounded. Major? Bazihu asked in a whisper.

"Which of you can have an idea, I don't know anything about war." The young man in glasses looked so nervous that he was about to cry.

"We have to break through immediately, run to the back, and try to get out before they close the encirclement." Antonio drew a pistol from his midfield.

"Antonio is right, he should break out immediately." The major opened the magazine of the MAS1892 revolver and counted the bullets.

"You have to be fast, before the Germans find out about it." The Major closed the magazine and pulled the hammer, then leaned his gun against the trunk.

"What are you doing, Major, are you going to fight them?" Jazz was puzzled.

"I'm staying. Someone has to hold them down here, my legs are unconscious, and it's impossible to keep up with you. ”

"We can carry you on our backs, Major Noel," said the young man in glasses excitedly.

"Calm down, Marjan, Major is right, we can't run away with him." The mustache pressed the shoulders of the young man with glasses.

"But, Jerz"

"Nothing, but, I really don't understand what's going on in the minds of you engineers. Either come with me right away, or stay with him. You can surrender to the Germans, but I'm not going to be caught by these damned bastards. Antonio cautiously poked his head out and glanced behind the trunk.

"Damn, they're coming. No matter what you guys think. I'm going to run. With that, he lowered his body and quickly burrowed into the bushes beside him.

"Hi Mr. Antonio, please wait for me." The middle-aged knight whispered. The Spaniards followed into the bushes.

"What do we do now?" Marian lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked his friend.

"You know what will happen to us when we fall into the hands of the Germans, Marjan." Jerz lifted the hem of his suit. Pulled out a pistol from his waist.

"We're going to catch up with those two guys, the Spaniard is professionally trained and might be able to get us out." After saying that, the figure of eight got into the bushes with a pistol.

"Major Noel, take care of yourself, goodbye." Before leaving, Marian did not forget to say goodbye to the major.

"Hurry up, the Germans are coming, I'm sorry I couldn't get out with you, take care of yourself, be careful of that Spaniard." The Major didn't look back, just raised a hand and shook it at Marian in farewell.

"Thank you, Major Noel." Marjan finally nodded at the Major's back, and turned his head into the bushes, chasing after his fellow refugees who had fled.

Under the guidance of Valdés, the guard flag team began to slowly approach the major's hiding place, and when the two sides approached a distance of seven or eight meters, the French major could not resist the strong psychological pressure and launched the attack first. A crisp gunshot rang out, especially loud in the quiet woods, and the birds resting among the grass and trees were frightened, flapping their wings into the air, screaming through the canopy of branches and leaves into the blue sky.

It was like lighting a string of firecrackers, and the gunfire rang out in an instant, and after the soldiers of the guard flag team found their respective shelter positions, they began to use their weapons in their hands to start a frantic shooting in the direction of the gunshots. The bullets swept through the trees like swarms of locusts, leaving only stumps and countless holes in their path, and the dead tree that the major had used as shelter was even more shattered, and the bark and wood chips flew all over the sky.

"Ceasefire!" Randolph ordered loudly.

"Ceasefire! Cease fire! The two squad leaders also hurriedly stopped their subordinates.

"Classes report casualties!" Randolph shouted.

"No one was injured in the third squad, Major." The leader of the third shift on the left responded loudly.

"There was a wounded man in my squad, Major, Ludvik was shot in the stomach." Valdés ran over and whispered to Randolph.

"Damn it!" Randolph punched hard into the tree next to him.

A bullet in the abdomen is one of the most common and worst injuries on the battlefield, because it is very difficult to deal with in the conditions of an ordinary field hospital, and it is usually equivalent to a suspended death sentence, and even if there is no immediate death, it will quickly die from an internal bacterial infection.

"Send two men to the airport as soon as possible, and take him by plane to the Frederick base, where there is a well-equipped hospital." Randolph explained to Valdés with a calm face.

"Yes, Major."

"Let the soldier go to Colonel Dogan and say it's my suggestion."

"Got it, Major." Valdés saluted Randolph and hurried to the wounded's position.

"What's your name?" Randolph turned his face to ask the deputy squad leader who was guarding him.

"Hans. Howell, Major. ”

"Good name, I know quite a few Hans, one of whom is now a general." Randolph slapped the dirt on the knees of his trousers.

"Now listen, Hans, do you see the tree? Very well, you go around from the right with two men, and we'll cover you with fire later. ”

"Understood, Major." Corporal Howell replied with a firm nod.

"Very well, now everyone shoots with me! Fire! Randolph picked up his submachine gun and stood up to shoot at the sieve-beaten tree, and then the surrounding members of the Flag Guard followed suit and opened fire, and a cyan smoke of gunpowder filled the bushes again. After firing a magazine, Randolph raised his fist and ordered a ceasefire around him, and the gunfire stopped abruptly with his gestures.

"It's now, Hans!" Randolph stared nervously at the fallen trunk and muttered quietly.

The deputy squad leader apparently did not disappoint him, and Randolph immediately saw several Guard Flag Soldiers rush out of the bushes on the side, quickly turning over the tree trunks, followed by a barrage of submachine gun fire.

"The target has been eliminated!" Soon a soldier of the Guard Flag Corps emerged from behind the trunk and waved his arms at his comrades.

"Forward!" Randolph breathed a sigh of relief, re-sizing his submachine gun and making a forward gesture around him. The soldiers of the Guard Flag Team emerged from their respective hiding places, still in a team search formation, and surrounded the trunk.

"He's the only one?" Randolph stood by the trunk of the tree, frowning at the corpse in front of him.

The major was shot in the jaw, half of his face was covered with blood, his eyes were half-open, and he stared blankly at the canopy above his head, he was shot in multiple places in the chest and abdomen, and the military uniform on his chest was almost torn, and the blood had accumulated a small pool of blood under his body at this time, and it was still flowing down along the depression in the ground.

"It's a Frenchman." Valdés said from the side.

"It's not certain yet, but we have experts who will definitely be able to find out the identity of this person." Randolph replied with a shake of his head.

At this moment, fierce gunfire suddenly rang out in the jungle in the distance.

"This direction should be Ensign Herman, it looks like they've caught the escaped rats!" A smile finally appeared on Randolph's face.

"Forward, we're going to support them." The SS major waved his arms and led the soldiers in the direction of the gunshots. (To be continued.) )