"Huh?!" Savchenko was taken aback by this order, and he hesitated to ask me for a while: "Comrade division commander, is this appropriate?" You know, this is on German soil. ”

I saw that the car was getting closer and closer to the Italian soldiers, and I didn't bother to explain to him, but simply ordered him: "As soon as the car comes to a standstill, let all the soldiers get out of the car and beat these Italian sentries, and say that these Italians will pay the due price for insulting the Wehrmacht." ”

Hearing me say this, Savchenko, no matter how stupid he was, guessed my intentions, and he smiled and agreed: "Comrade division commander, don't worry, I promise to complete the tasks you have assigned." ”

My plan was only to sow discord between the Germans and the Italians, so it was important to be balanced in the implementation of the plan, if the Italian sentries were killed, the troops in those camps would fire at us mercilessly, so I specifically told Savchenko: "Remember, let the soldiers teach them a lesson with their fists and feet, don't shoot, don't kill people, otherwise there will be no way to end the battle." ”

"Understood." Savchenko smiled and nodded, then turned to the former German Wehrmacht soldiers in the carriage.

I thought that these former German soldiers who had surrendered to Cheng would reluctantly carry out such an order, but I did not expect that after listening to the order conveyed by Savchenko, they would respond with a bang. As soon as the car stopped, before they could stop steadily, they had already lifted the tarpaulin blocking the back of the car, like vicious dogs pounced on it...... Wrong...... He jumped out of the carriage like a tiger descending from a mountain, jumped into the puddle under the car, and then rushed at the Italian soldiers who were standing by the puddle in a daze.

Soon. The dull sound of punches and kicks hitting flesh came from behind the car. As well as the screams of Italian soldiers, which rang out from time to time. Then. Grams opened the door, stood on the pedals and looked into the car, then tilted his head to look at the soldiers on both sides who were fighting in the muddy water behind him, and asked in surprise, "What the hell is going on?" ”

After listening to Savchenko's translation, I whispered to Grams: "Captain, time is pressing, and I don't have time to explain it to you in detail. You first go and urge your men to give them the excuse of insulting the Wehrmacht in Italy. Justify the destruction of your honor, and beat the Italians to a beating. Let the fighters fight with all their might, and beat them as badly as possible, but don't kill them. Also, if you find that there is a large army in the camp that is about to rush out, immediately let the soldiers get into the car and flee the place quickly, so as not to be outnumbered. ”

Grahms understood what I was saying, agreed, and jumped off the pedal. Striding towards the back.

I beckoned Savchenko to sit at the back of the car, holding the tailgate with one hand. Lifting the corner of the tarpaulin with one hand, he looked at the bustle below with a grin. I knew in my heart that although the German army and the Italian army were allies, there were many contradictions between the officers and men at the grassroots level, and such things as verbal fights occurred from time to time. Originally, I was still worried about how to stir up the contradiction between the two armies, but I didn't expect that in the middle of the mistake, the driving truck ran over the puddle, and the splashed muddy water drenched the Italian sentry, and sent such a god-given opportunity to me, if I didn't know how to use it, then it would be better to take a piece of cheese and kill it.

Although the number of Italian soldiers was small, only four, in the face of a dozen of our fighters, the whole fight was not one-sided. One of the burly soldiers, even though he was grabbed by the arm from the left and right by two warriors, still kicked the other soldier who pounced on him from the front into the muddy water, and the splash of muddy water splashed the faces of the surrounding warriors all over their heads. After kicking the warrior in front of him, he broke free of the warrior who grabbed his right hand, and a beautiful right hook struck the jaw of the warrior who grabbed his left hand, and the warrior tilted his head back, then fell on his back, falling on all fours.

Seeing that his comrades-in-arms were even knocked down by this big Italian soldier, seven or eight fighters rushed over with a hula around him, grasping the grip of the hand, and hugging the leg of the leg. Although the soldier struggled with all his might, his two fists were no match for his four hands, and he surrounded a group of angry warriors in the middle.

The movement outside alarmed the Italian soldiers in the camp, and five or six soldiers with guns ran along the dirt road with shouts. Captain Grams, who had been watching the battle with us, hurried up to meet him, stopped the Italian soldiers, and shouted at them. The soldiers he stopped were confronted by commanders of higher rank than them, and although they did not dare to bypass them, they were arguing loudly.

Seeing the Italian soldiers arguing with Grams, I suddenly envied the kind of hierarchical relationship between the Japanese and the Japanese, if the Japanese soldiers faced by Grams, there was no need to talk nonsense with them at all, just raise their hands and slap them a few times, those people didn't even dare to let out a fart, they could only stand honestly in place and be beaten, and they would not have the idea of resisting at all.

Just as he was thinking like this, Savchenko suddenly lowered his voice and cried out: "Oops! Not good, the big forces of the Italian army are coming. "I hurriedly looked around, and saw a large group of soldiers, led by an officer, walking briskly out of the camp. Looking down again, the four Italian soldiers had all been beaten down, all of them bruised, and they were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The new Italian soldiers numbered at least thirty or more, and if they saw the miserable state of their own robes, they would definitely have to fight us. We are at a disadvantage in numbers, and once we fight, we will definitely lose. Thinking of this, he quickly ordered Savchenko: "Call Captain Grams, and we will leave here immediately." ”

Savchenko nodded, immediately stood up, leaned out halfway, and shouted loudly outside. As he shouted, Gramms turned his head and looked strangely at us. Savchenko shouted two more words, and Grahms did not hesitate, pointing at the Italian soldiers and saying a few more words, then turned and walked quickly towards us. As he passed by the warriors under the car, he waved his hand vigorously, and the warriors laughed and climbed up to the carriage.

As more and more fighters got on the train, a strong earthy smell filled the carriage. As they talked loudly about the results they had just achieved, Gramms stepped on the pedals. He asked me for instructions: "Comrade Division Commander. Shall we go back? ”

I turned my head to look into the distance from the middle of the open tarpaulin. Seeing that the group of Italian soldiers was only forty or fifty meters away from our carriage, they obviously found their wounded companions, and they all quickened their pace, and hurriedly ordered: "Go!" ”

After we had calmly left, a large force of Italian soldiers arrived at the wounded soldiers, several of whom were pointing in our direction and yelling, and even one soldier raised his rifle and aimed at us. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a non-commissioned officer next to him noticed his anomaly. Raise the muzzle of his gun and the bullet flew into the air.

The danger of the Italian soldiers enraged the soldiers in the car, and they cursed viciously in a language I did not understand, and some raised their guns, intending to give an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and also to use their weapons to teach the Italians who did not know the height of the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not right, I hurriedly ordered Savchenko: "Tell them quickly, put down all the guns in your hands." If we shoot at this time, we will be completely exposed, and no one will be able to get out of it. ”

Savchenko hurried at the fighters and yelled loudly in German. Under his stern reprimand, the warriors reluctantly put away their weapons. But he still scolded a few words in a low voice at the back unwillingly.

Leaning my back against the carriage baffle, I asked Savchenko in a low voice: "Comrade Savchenko, will we pass the camp of the German 44th Division next?" ”

Savchenko shook his head and said slowly: "We will pass through the defense zone of the 44th Division, but we will not enter their camp, because we do not have the necessary passes. ”

"It is enough to pass through the enemy's defense zone." I said to myself, and as soon as I had finished speaking, I began to close my eyes, thinking that the wounding of a few Italian soldiers would inevitably make them resentful of the Germans, and that our trucks were heading in the direction of the 44th Division's defensive area, which was tantamount to successfully blaming the Germans. As long as the Italians, who refused to give up, went to the garrison of the German 44th Division to raise the division and ask for their guilt, then the long-accumulated contradictions between the two sides could erupt in a big way, and Karpov's plan to get out of the predicament would be half the success.

When our trucks crossed the line of the 44th Division, they surprisingly did not encounter any German checkpoints or patrols, and I asked Savchenko strangely: "Comrade Savchenko, every time you go to reconnoitre, do you always return from this line?" ”

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander." Savchenko guessed what I was going to ask and quickly explained to me: "Although this is the defense area of the 44th Division, because the area is too large, they cannot deploy in all places, so we can calmly enter and exit their defense area. ”

Savchenko's words gave me a new thought: since the German defense is so lax, even if the German and Italian armies do not turn against each other and clash, they can still let Karpov and his battalion break into pieces and quietly slip out of the middle of the German army.

While he was thinking about it, a screech was suddenly heard in the air, almost drowned out by the sound of a car motor. Before I could shout, an earth-shattering explosion was heard not far from the right side of the truck, and then the light in the compartment suddenly brightened up, and I turned my head curiously to check, and was surprised to find two fist-sized holes in the tarp.

"Hell!" Savchenko suddenly shouted angrily: "It's shelling, we are being shelled!" ”

Shelling?! Remembering the explosion just now, the shells were obviously aimed at us, could it be that the Italians suffered a loss and specially transferred artillery to bombard us? But I quickly denied my own opinion, if the Italian army wanted to bombard us, it should have used artillery, and the explosion just now was obviously mortar. Thinking of this, I hurriedly asked: "Savchenko, do you see where the shells are flying from?" ”

"I don't know!" Savchenko replied loudly, and then he cautiously said: "Could it be that we were discovered by the Germans, and that it was their pursuers......"

Before he could finish his words, a shell landed behind our car and exploded, and the soldiers in the car clenched their weapons and stared vigilantly outside, ready to get out of the car and fight as soon as the truck stopped.

Grams, who didn't know what to do, got out of the bridge again, stood on the pedals, poked his head in, and shouted at us. Savchenko translated for me: "Comrade division commander, Captain Grams said that the shells were coming from the direction of the 107.5 heights, and our friendly troops must have mistaken us for Germans, so they fired at us. He said that if we continued to move forward, we would have been wiped out by friendly machine guns, if not killed by shells. ”

"Immediately turn around and drive eastward towards the Volga!" I didn't care if Gramms could understand, so I gave him the order, and I didn't want to be killed by my own shells.

Perhaps he understood the word Volga, so without waiting for Savchenko to translate, Grams's head retracted. In a few moments, the truck made a sharp turn, dodged another shell, and then turned around and sped off toward the river. (To be continued......)