"Bastard!"

Müller kicked the Polish prisoner kneeling in front of him in the face, and he had done his best to suppress his anger. Now Mill had the mere thought of Field Marshal Reinhardt, who was being resuscitated in a hospital car, to have an urge to flay the Poles alive on the spot.

Before that, beating a captive who was completely incapacitated was unthinkable for Müller, and he never imagined that one day he would give up his moral code and act on an enemy who laid down his arms, but now he found that there was no other way to vent his anger and hatred than to do so. The thought of his commander falling in front of him, even killing all the captives with his own hands could not alleviate the guilt in Müller's heart.

"Muller! Don't do this! ”

Hans patted Müller on the shoulder and said, "You will not be pleased to do this to the marshal, don't you know the marshal's preferences?" He hopes that each of us will strictly follow the moral code of virtue and morality. Whatever these people do, as long as we accept their surrender, then they deserve the basic rights of a captive, and you will be angry at the captive marshal like this. ”

"But...... These filthy pigs, they wounded Chief Reinhardt! I want them to pay for it! Mueller struck the unconscious captive in the stomach again.

"Enough, General Müller! Watch your actions! What to do with them will have to wait until the marshal wakes up and gives orders himself, and now you have no power to dispose of them at will. Don't you think it's dishonorable? Hans shouted at Müller as he grabbed Müller's arm to stop the angry legion commander from continuing his violence against the Polish captive who had only half his life left.

"Hans! What's wrong with you, they're the murderers of the marshal, they're guerrillas, they don't qualify as prisoners of war! Why are you still speaking for them! Müller asked in surprise as he looked at Hans, whose face was flushed with excitement.

"Mueller. I know how you're feeling right now, I'm not just like you, and I want to teach these damn shitty Poles a good lesson. If anything happens to the marshal, I swear I will personally tie this garbage to the pillar one by one and burn it alive. But now the marshal does not know exactly how he is hurting, and I do not want to be angry at us when he wakes up for such an act of ours. You know the temper of the marshal, he is a noblest warrior, he values the honor of the German ** man as his life, if he had known what we had done to these captives while he was unconscious, I believe it would have been our turn to pay the price. Hans replied solemnly as he looked into Müller's eyes.

Listening to Hans's words, Müller suddenly let out a sigh of relief, he knew that Hans's words were right, and Reinhardt really did not appreciate his actions.

"I think you're right, Hans." Mueller turned to look at the medical van, which was being heavily guarded by Storm Commandos. "Hans!" "What is the situation with the marshal," said Müller. At that time, you checked the marshal's injuries, was it serious? ”

"I don't know, but the bullet must have pierced the shoulder and bled a lot. But I'm sure the marshal will be fine, Colonel Surente was one of the best surgeons in Berlin before he joined the army, and I don't think he will let us down. Hans replied worriedly.

"How could this happen. It's all my fault, I didn't insist on my opinion at the time. I have long said that it is too risky for the marshal to do this, and it would be too reckless to take only fifty commandos through such an area where there is still resistance. Had it not been for the marshal's vehement in rejecting my plan, we would have arrived safely at our destination by now. As I said earlier, in such an unstable area, we should have at least a few tanks and armored vehicles to protect us. Mueller said gloomily.

"Are you complaining about the marshal? General Muller, don't you think it's rude to talk about your commander's decision in this way? Hans said slowly, "The marshal has his point, and he doesn't want that man to notice our actions. That's why he came up with the idea of letting us leave Poland quietly disguised as an ordinary convoy, which was the right decision at the time. But the marshal probably did not expect to encounter such a large force of partisans at all. We had never received information about the existence of such a strong resistance force before this, and this is something that those of us who are subordinates should carefully examine. Hans turned his head in disgust at the Polish captives crouching with their heads in their hands.

Now that the battle has been over for two hours, there is still a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and a thick smell of blood in the air. The Stormtroopers had finished cleaning the battlefield, and they had gathered the bodies of the slain guerrillas into a pile, and the blood had gathered around the pile to form a small pool of blood, and the stumps and severed heads were scattered on the pile, a scene that seemed to be in hell in front of everyone in the strong sunlight. The Storm Commandos didn't feel any discomfort at all, and they walked around the pile of corpses as if the horrible object didn't exist.

In this ambush, the guerrillas were completely annihilated, and more than 70 were killed on the spot, or later in hand-to-hand combat, and the remaining 20 or so were fortunately taken prisoner. It was true to say that they were lucky, the commandos had never thought of catching them alive, especially when they learned that their commander had been wounded, and all the soldiers' eyes were red. The partisans who had been shot and fell during the charge should have been glad that they died early, for it was much better than the horrors of those who had been in close contact with the German soldiers.

The Germans slaughtered the brave partisans like demons, completely destroying the will to fight of all partisans in a matter of three points. Even if these guerrillas had an incomparably strong will as strong as steel, they would have vanished under the pressure of the heavy smell of death in that bloody situation.

By the time the first guerrilla dropped his weapon and fell to his knees begging for forgiveness from the red-eyed Stormstorms, the others had already lost the courage to continue fighting. But when they saw in horror that the Germans did not hesitate to stab their companion to the ground, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised, everyone began to despair. These Germans do not want to be taken prisoner, they do not accept their surrender, and what is even more terrible is that they are now surrounded by those Germans, and now even the chance of escape is completely cut off. They knew from the bottom of their hearts that they were doomed this time, and that they could only rely on the last bit of desire to survive, mechanically carrying out their last resistance, although this resistance was futile in any way.

But fortunately, just when the German soldiers were murderously trying to end their work quickly, several German ** officers stopped them from killing senselessly. The performance of these Waffen-SS soldiers was an eye-opener for these officers, and they were very satisfied with the superb military qualities and unwavering fighting spirit of these soldiers. But when they found out that the soldiers were killing the partisans who had laid down their arms, they remembered another rumor about the Waffen-SS, which had a habit of not taking prisoners. It was because the officers stopped the storm fighters in time that more than 20 guerrillas were extremely lucky to become prisoners.

Of course, this attack by the Polish partisans also caused certain losses to the Stormtroopers, in which seven Stormtroopers were killed and more than a dozen were wounded to varying degrees. Even their captain, Second Lieutenant Shaktel, had his head grazed by a stray bullet, and now his head was wrapped in a dumpling, lying on a stretcher and humming. Only half of the fifty Waffen-SS members are now still fighting power.

However, after this battle, no one doubted that this half of the men would be able to continue to protect the convoy, and they had proved in this battle that they had twice the combat effectiveness of the average army soldier. As long as they were not attacked by so many armed men as this one, they would definitely be able to deal with the ordinary guerrillas of thirty or fifty people. Partisans of this size were rare in Poland, and Hans did not think they would ever have a chance to meet them.

"How come there is a woman here?"

Mueller asked the guards with a frown. He hadn't noticed that there were any women among the captives, but he couldn't be blamed for the fact that the girl was dressed in an ordinary men's suit, and her face was covered with gunsmoke and dust, and the blood from her forehead made her look as embarrassed as the rest of the guerrillas.

"Report to the General!" The commando hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "This woman was caught by us on the mountain, and she is the sniper." When we caught her, she was still shooting at our brothers in the mountains. ”

"What! This is the sniper? Hans looked at the glazed-eyed girl kneeling in the captives in disbelief and said, "It looks like a child." ”

"General. Don't underestimate her, we spotted this by her side when we caught her. "One of the commandos pulled out a long anti-tank rifle from the pile of weapons seized on one side and handed it to Hans.

"Anti-...... Anti-tank rifles! Could it be that she shot and wounded Lord Reinhardt! Hans exclaimed, holding the rifle.

"Show me!" Müller took the rifle from Hans's hand and examined it carefully.

"It's the Polish military WZ35. It seems that this is it. I've seen this weapon in the Battle of Warsaw. The caliber is not large, only 7. 92 mm is the same as our 98k, but the power is not small, I heard that at a distance of 300 meters it can shoot through 30 mm armor plates, which is almost the same as a 20 mm gun. It uses a tungsten carbide warhead. No wonder it can still have such a great penetration after shooting through the steel plate of the command vehicle. You two, bring her out. ”

Listening to Mueller's order, the two commandos immediately rushed into the group of captives, and they dragged Sharon out like a bag of flour, and then made her kneel in front of Mueller.

Mueller looked at the female captive with a dull look on his face with a murderous face, and said viciously: "Since you are a sniper, you must have the consciousness of a sniper, and you will be punished as you deserve." With that, Mueller slowly pulled his Mauser from his holster, and pointed at Sharon's forehead.

"Wait a minute! Muller! You can't shoot her yet. From the sidelines, Hans cried, "We should interrogate her to find out once and for all what the purpose of their attack is." ”

"What? Do you think she'll know anything insider? A little sniper? ”

"Perhaps, even if we don't know, we should let the marshal see for himself the person who wounded him, and let him decide what to do with her." Hans said to Müller.

Mueller looked up for a moment, then reinserted the pistol back into its holster. He crouched down with the WZ35 in his hand, shook the gun in front of Sharon's eyes, and said, "Woman, is this gun yours?" Answer me. ”

Sharon looked at the German general in front of her in a trance, and then slowly shifted her gaze to what the German general was holding. A sudden flash of light flashed in her dull eyes, and she lunged at the rifle in Müller's hand.

"Let it go!" Mueller didn't expect this female captive to dare to snatch weapons in front of so many soldiers, he stood up violently and tried to shake off the obviously insane woman, but what he didn't expect was that the girl looked small, but her strength was not small, and she now grabbed the rifle like she was grasping her most precious treasure.

Seeing this scene, the two commandos on the side hurriedly pounced to help the general pull the girl hanging on the gun away, while the rest of the commandos violently pulled the bolt of the gun and aimed it at the group of prisoners, guarding against any actions of the prisoners.

"Damn, let it go. Are you crazy? Mueller writhed the shaft of his rifle and then kicked the girl in the lower abdomen. In normal times, a kick like Muller is enough to make an adult man scream and fly out, but the girl who received such a kick didn't even snort, she still clutched the rifle and looked at Muller with hatred in her eyes.

Muller was a little furious by the girl's eyes, and he secretly admired the girl's tenacity. By this time, the two commandos had already pounced, they pulled out the girl's arm, and punched the girl in the face and body desperately, but no matter what method they used, they could not make the girl let go of the finger holding the gun for a while.

After a stalemate like this, a girl's strength could not be compared to three strong men, and Muller finally snatched the rifle from the girl's hand, and then he raised the butt of the rifle and pointed it at the girl's face. The girl's struggle immediately stopped, and when the two commandos let go of their hands, Sharon fell limply to the ground.

"It's crazy." Mueller shook his head as he looked at the back of his hand that had been scratched while snatching his rifle.

"You're so tight that I can't shoot. Are you okay! Hans approached with a pistol, and he asked, looking at the wound on Müller's hand.

"It's fine, a little bruising." Mueller replied with a smile.

"General Hans, General Müller. The marshal is all right, Colonel Surente told you to come over. A major came running over with a delighted look on his face and reported.

"What! That's great! The two of you drag her away and tie her up separately. Don't hurt her, I'm going to interrogate her later. Mueller explained to the two commandos, and then ran after Hans in a hurry.