"We still have a chance." The SS sergeant pointed to his chest.

"It's crazy, Sweinbach." Mockingbird shook her head, and she immediately understood what the German sergeant had in mind.

"I don't know what's going on, but I'm sure there's a mess on the border right now." Sweinbach said.

At this time, two SS soldiers entered the room, and the sergeant raised his hand and pointed to the leather case in the corner: "Put the goods on the car, you also go back to the car and wait." The latter sentence is addressed to the driver.

"The border guards will definitely raise the alert level, send mobile patrols, and at the same time set up sentry posts on the roads." Nightingale interjected.

It was a good-looking Polish girl, only seventeen years old, with beautiful long silky black hair.

The girl's father is said to have led his men in battles outside the town of Schatskåtko, a major in the Polish border guards.

In that battle, Polish border guards crushed a Soviet tank company in one fell swoop, inflicting more than 200 casualties on the Red Army. And the Polish side, although with minor losses in personnel, consumed too much ammunition during the battle.

On their way to the west bank of the Bug River, the Polish border guards were attacked by Soviet tank units in Melnik, and they put up a stubborn resistance until they ran out of ammunition and food before being forced to surrender to the Soviets.

Then the Red Army, in front of all the Polish soldiers, shot the captured Polish officers and non-commissioned officers on the spot, including even the lightly wounded.

Nightingale has since been an orphan, and her mother died when she was very young. Eventually, she followed the convoy carrying her family and retreated to Shedelce, where the remnants of the Polish army surrendered to the Germans.

After the Germans singled out the Jews from the military families, the rest were thrown directly into the streets.

Nightingale never told anyone what had happened to her in the days that followed. All I know is that just as she was about to fall into the abyss of despair, the robin picked her up in the garbage heap in Warsaw.

"The reaction of the border guards could not be so fast." Sweinbach seems pretty sure of that.

At this time, almost every inch of the command system of the Soviet army exuded the air of bureaucracy. In such sensitive border areas, any action must be approved by the higher-ups.

No one dared to bypass his superiors to make decisions on his own, and even if he turned out to be right, the commander would inevitably be court-martialed.

In a border conflict like this, the commander will not easily give a full security order until the higher command understands what is happening, unless he really doesn't want to eat this bowl of rice.

Until Moscow has clearly expressed its displeasure with Germany, anyone should take into account the idea of the Iron Comrade, and if the leader feels that he has provoked a conflict on the border, there is a ninety percent chance that he will be sent to Bukharin.

"Judging from their reaction speed in the past, we still have at least half an hour of buffer time, especially now that it is the end of the year, it may be longer." Sweinbach looked up at his watch.

"I don't have the authority to make decisions for you, Sweinbach, and I want you to be responsible for yourself and your men." The robin stood up.

"I know the consequences of failure, Robin, but I still want to try." The SS sergeant bared his white front teeth.

The robin walked up to Sweinbach and grabbed him by the collar.

"Promise me," said the robin, "if it is found that it is impossible to break through safely, the immediate destruction of the cargo is at stake for the lives of several excellent agents." ”

"Don't worry, I will—" Sweinbach's next words were blocked by a pair of soft lips.

"Don't be cranky, it's just a blessing." The robin let go of the reddened SS sergeant and dusted off the placket of his coat with a nonchalant expression.

"This... Wait until next time... I—" Sweinbach felt as if his tongue was about to tie up, and he couldn't help but complain to himself that he was really unproductive, and he was usually quite good at chattering.

Despite the SS sergeant's mature and steady appearance, he was actually only twenty-seven years old this year, and he had never really been in a relationship.

It's not his first kiss this time.,His first kiss was taken away by a precocious chick in elementary school.,The childhood sweetheart later married an American businessman.,I heard that the family now lives in Los Angeles.,The small life is very nourishing.。

Sweinbach: Obviously, I came first, kissing, hugging... Karma! Σ(;?д?) (A Ferdinand runs over with a bang.) ）

Just as the SS sergeant's heart was foaming pink, Sergeant Krent suddenly ran in and reported loudly to Sweinbach: "Sgt., the detachment is ready to go at any time." ”

Immediately Krent saw the most murderous gaze he had ever seen in his life.

"So, I'm off." Sweinbach collided with the heels of his boots, raised his right arm and put his fingers together, and gave a Polish military salute to the robin.

"Have a nice trip, Sergeant." The robin straightened his waist and returned the same military salute.

The two SS non-commissioned officers walked out the door, their men were already seated in the car, the driver Glive started the engine, and the exhaust pipe of the Steyr truck was belching white smoke.

"Wait a minute, Sweinbach." A hundred tongues shouted from behind him, and the SS sergeant hurriedly turned around.

"Robin asked me to give this to you, I hope you won't need it." Baiyu held a Dzeg Galev DP machine gun in his hand.

"Thank you robin for me, and I'll give you two next time." Sweinbach is also not welcome, they are now lacking this automatic firepower.

"Okay, I'm going to ask for MG34." As he spoke, he handed the canvas bag containing the spare springboard to Crent next to him.

"No problem." Sweinbach replied, patting his chest.

"Take care, have a nice trip." Hundred tongues pressed the SS sergeant's shoulder.

"You also have to get out of here as soon as possible, what Nightingale just said is right, the border guards will definitely start a search." Nodding to the hundred tongues, Sweinbach turned his head and walked towards the truck.

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"Fifty meters to the left." Corporal Haynes shouted out the parameters.

"Fifty meters." Private Bull expertly adjusted the ruler, and the second-marksman, Brell, loaded a high-explosive grenade into the mortar barrel.

"Hit, the next target, six hundred at a distance, seventy to the right." Haynes searched for another worthy target.

"Alright, the second shift rushed up." The corporal said excitedly with a telescope.

"Quick, comrades, pack your weapons and let's move on." Seeing the gesture of the commander at the front, the corporal turned around and gave a loud order.

"This is Goal No. 7." Leaning on a machine-gun bunker with only a concrete shell, Lieutenant Max unfolded the military map.

"Let's go east and try to get rid of No. 10."

"East? Will it be too close to the Brest road? It is possible to encounter Soviet reinforcements. Ensign Cole reminded.

"Kohl, Sweinbach should have completed his mission and is on his way back to the border." Max folded the map and tucked it into the placket of his uniform.

"Yes, Lieutenant." Cole didn't understand why he suddenly brought this up, didn't he say earlier that he was not going to reinforce the RED team?

"We can't run over to meet them, but we can steer them away." Max pulled a P38 pistol from his holster.

"Leave two people to blow this thing up, and the rest will continue to follow me!" The lieutenant raised his pistol and gave a loud order, which was met with a roar of cheers.

"Actually, you just want to make a big fuss." Cole saw through the lieutenant's true intentions at a glance.

"However, maybe it will be able to attract the attention of the Soviets, as he said." Ensign Cole rubbed his face vigorously, then held up his Browning: "All follow, pay attention to both sides, and keep a distance between the squads!" ”

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