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- "Say it."!
"Yes. On the 18th, the equipment inventory was as follows: one Model assault gun; two Tiger assault guns; two 10mm guns; MG62 machine guns - 48 MP60 submachine guns"
"Heisenberg, look at this!" Zoff shouted excitedly, pointing to a nude calendar on the wall: "A pornographic calendar!"
"Ha! The Russians must be here for this!" Heisenberg turned around with a smirk.
"Ah, you continue."
"In addition, 20 landmines, a flamethrower, 4 Russian submachine guns, several rifles, and an anti-tank gun were seized."
Zov turned to the next page of the calendar. An extremely pure girl was lifting the hem of her light skirt and sticking out her big white buttocks to show the Heisenbergs. "Ugh - damn it!" Zoff and Heisenberg exclaimed in unison.
Heisenberg turned his head and found that the young soldier who had made the report was staring at the girl on the calendar with his mouth wide open. Heisenberg coughed seriously.
"Oh-oh, ahthat's all the equipment we have, Colonel."
"Give me the list."
The soldier handed Heisenberg his list of statistics. Heisenberg took out a pencil from his pocket and put a check mark behind each statistical result, as if a teacher was correcting a student's homework.
"Where are the number of people?" Heisenberg buried his head.
"Ah, 74 people. Colonel."
"Report yesterday's casualties."
"8 people died. 4 people were injured. Two people are missing."
"What happened?"
"Ah Lieutenant Fronberg's reconnaissance team encountered a Russian army in the pigsty yesterday."
"Where is the lieutenant now?"
"Killed in action. Colonel."
"Hey - Zoff, Ivan and Ivan are almost here." Heisenberg informed Zoff in an exaggerated tone, this big man who had been with Heisenberg through life and death for many years.
Zoff didn¡¯t speak. Heisenberg turned his head. He was concentrating on turning the next page of the calendar.
"Where is the ammunition? Where is the ammunition?" Heisenberg looked at the soldiers who were standing respectfully in front of him.
"Here, on the back, sir."
Heisenberg turned the paper over and saw another long list.
"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"Sir Hazen."
"Hassen? Where is the Cissena boy who came to report yesterday?"
"Dead in action, sir."
"Killed in action?"
"Ah, yes. Shelling."
"Is that the shot this morning?"
"Yes, sir. That was the shot. Shrapnel shattered his head." Every morning at six o'clock sharp, the Russians would routinely fire a shot at their positions to symbolize the beginning of a new day. It's as punctual as a lottery clock, and it does function like an alarm clock.
Heisenberg smiled bitterly and sighed: "This unlucky boy."
"Wait a minute." Heisenberg pointed at a set of numbers on the list with his pen: "There are only 2,000 MG62 ammunition? There are only 10 rounds of artillery ammunition? What happened?"
"This is indeed all the ammunition we can collect."
"Have you asked the armored troops? The Model assault gun only has 10 rounds of ammunition. How can we fight this battle! The Russian tanks" Heisenberg suppressed his anger. Armor Major Rutherford has their own small warehouse. Usually these guys have some ammunition for the Model assault gun in stock, but they are unwilling to take it out easily for infantry to use.
"II didn't ask, sir." The young soldier seemed embarrassed. The arrogance of those armored soldiers was sometimes difficult to deal with: "How aboutI asked now?"
¡°It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay. I¡¯ll go there myself later.¡±
The shortage of ammunition made Heisenberg habitually frown. Heisenberg returned the statistical list to the young soldier, and took out a cigarette from his pocket with his other hand.
"What about the number of people?" Heisenberg said.
"74 combatants. 26 wounded."
"Why are there 101.128 rifles? You'd better give Heisenberg an explanation for 1,128 rifles."
"ThisSir, this is the number that Major Bororsky specially ordered me to have."
Major Borolski is undoubtedly a legend among the Brandenburg Commandos. He has been fighting since the war broke out. The old guy is a sniper. He has at least an Iron Cross Second Class and an Iron Cross for Meritorious Service. He always looks like a Junker gentleman. He has grown a big beard over the years.?Made him look more like an antique - as if he hadn't had a haircut since Bismarck unified the empire. However, even though the Major was much older than the others, he was a truly outstanding sniper. He has killed 128 targets, that's why there are 101,128 rifles. This is the old guy's way of showing off his victory. The old guy also once said that the rifle in his hand would suck the soul of every dead person hunted by it, and eventually become a more powerful weapon - so the ridiculous 0128, a collection of dead souls, appeared. .
"The old guy's trick" Heisenberg grinned: "You did well, kid. What's your name?" Heisenberg handed him a cigarette.
¡°Hazen, sir.
You just asked once. "
"Oh, yesHassen," Heisenberg patted his numb head: "You did a good job. Today you will follow me and be my adjutant. Look after your own life.
Don¡¯t die. I hope you'll be alive to report to me tomorrow morning. understand? "!"yes! Colonel! "Hassen was appreciated by Heisenberg and smiled excitedly!
Heisenberg threw the lighter to him and asked him to light his cigarette. The smart boy took the initiative to reach out to the fire and lit Heisenberg's cigarette first. Heisenberg stood up and walked to the second-floor balcony to look at the city. This two-story hotel located at the corner of a crossroad must have been an elegant place before the war. Although the decorations have been torn apart beyond recognition by shrapnel, the remaining decorations still show the luxury of that year.
"Child, come here. Look what this is." Heisenberg pointed to the eye-catching SS mark on the collar of the black military uniform.
"This is the SS, Hassen." Heisenberg exhaled a puff of smoke: "But you've just been calling me by the rank of the Wehrmacht, do you understand?"
The young man suddenly realized that the cigarette in his hand almost fell to the ground. Apparently he had forgotten the conversion of ranks between the Wehrmacht and the SS.
"Okay. From now on, remember: Bredenberger Commandant. This is my SS rank. I want you to call me - Captain now."
Hassen stood at attention, the heels of his boots still making a clanking sound: "Yes, Colonel!" But he immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing again: "No no It's Captain!"
Heisenberg took a sip casually: "Okay. Not bad.
"Zoff," Heisenberg called his comrade's name, hoping to draw his attention away from the naked calendar: "Major Juncker has gained something new - 128!"
However, Zoff didn't react at all. The calendar attracted him too much.
"Captain." The young man turned back to look at Zoff and then at Heisenberg Thackeray and said: "You and Captain Zoff are both recipients of the Iron Cross - great! One day I hope to get it too. £®
"I'm glad I didn't" Heisenberg took the last puff of his cigarette, exhaled the gray mist, and then threw away the cigarette butt in disgust - like getting rid of an annoying fly.
"Youwhat did you say?"
"No, it's nothing. Finish your cigarette quickly. I have a task for you: go find me Paul the Little Paul who is guarding the church, Reuben from the museum, and the priest and captain from the cemetery. Let them inform the soldiers that the Russians are here today. There will be a general attack in the evening. Zoff and I will set off to meet the armored troops and bring these three people to meet me at the armored troops' position by the bridge. "Do you understand?
"Yes, captain." The young man immediately threw away more than half of his cigarette and stood at attention solemnly.
Heisenberg walked over, picked up the cigarette thrown on the ground, and then stuffed it back into Hassen's mouth.
"Don't waste it. Remember."
When the young man left in a hurry, Heisenberg stopped him again: "Hassen, where is your helmet?"
The young man suddenly realized that something was missing on his head: "Ah - helmet I, oh - God, I forgot it on the bed where I slept."
"Okay. Let's move on to this." Heisenberg threw a helmet to him casually: "Put it on, it's yours. That boy Cisse forgot it here yesterday."
"OhYes." Hassen hesitated for a moment, then put it on his head.
The young man left.
Although it is morning, the sky outside is hazy. The steel seemed to be stirring on the clouds, clouding the original purity of the sky.
"Zov - let's go, stop looking." Heisenberg walked up to the big man and patted his shoulder: "When we finish fighting this battle, you can take this calendar and use it at night." Heisenberg said He smiled evilly beside him: "I don't want to give it to you."
??????????????????????????????Without a smile, the big man turned his face slowly, and Heisenberg found that there were faint tears in his eyes. Heisenberg asked him what was wrong, and he said the woman on the page of the calendar reminded him of his mother.
"Let's go, Zoff, maybe your grandma is in there too." Heisenberg pushed him away from the picture. The big man rubbed his eyes with his hands and reluctantly put on the helmet. "Let's go. It's time to have a good talk with Armored Soldier Rutherford."
"Yes, it's time."
When Heisenberg and Zoff walked out of the hotel, a Russian attack plane just roared over the small town. The enclave was very low, and the soldiers stationed on the street corners were busy using anti-aircraft artillery to shoot it down, but with little success.
"Zov" Heisenberg pointed at the enemy aircraft in the sky: "We have a big problem with our ammunition, but the Ivans are coming tonight - tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Tomorrow morning?" The big man sneered contemptuously through his nose: "Then the vodka must have delayed their offensive tonight!"
"Haha!" The Heisenbergs smiled as they walked past the Model assault gun on the corner of the street. The soldiers were spinning the gun body desperately, trying to aim it in the direction of the incoming plane.
"Brotherdo you know how many of us are left?"
"More than 160 - almost two hundred people I remember someone mentioned this number a few days ago"
"No, no, Zov, eight of us died yesterday, and a few more the day before yesterday. Now we have a total of 74 peopleif you and I are counted."
"74 people?" The big man narrowed his eyes and calculated in his mind: "18 times 10, uh, plus 48 times 20, and, um, 8 times 50 equals £®"Zoff is an excellent soldier, but if we measure his combat effectiveness, he may not even be able to enter the reserve army." "
"1CCC." Heisenberg smiled and patted his big shoulder: "What do you think! I, our 48 Wehrmacht soldiers, 18 SS troops, and 8 armored troops can deal with 10, 20, and 50 armored troops in total. How many Russian lives can our improvised 74-man battle group offset by 1CCC?¡±
"Ah - Heisenberg, that's what I mean!" The big man raised his head proudly, and the sunshine between the dark clouds shone on his face unbiasedly: "Think about it, plus you and me, we are at least worth a The lives of the Russians £®
Fighting may not be such a simple conversion. However, before every battle, Zoff would pretend to be naive like this. I don't know if he really believes this, or just to comfort himself and make the nightmare that is about to befall them look less scary. Heisenberg smiled and handed Zoff a cigarette. The enemy's attack plane circled above their heads again. This time, it swooped down and fired two rows of bullets into the two-story building around them that had been baptized by the flames of war. Screams came from the broken windows, as if something had been shattered. "Hey - Dais! Send two people to carry out the wounded, and call a medic!"
Zov shouted to a soldier manning a cannon on the street corner behind him. Only new recruits would hide and hide during air raids. Veterans all know that life and death are already determined and you cannot avoid it. They continued walking on the desolate street. At the end of the street, there was a bridge. The river was their only hope to prevent the entire Russian army from advancing straight in.
The armorers parked their only two tanks by the bridge and established their bridgehead. Although they only have 8 people, all kinds of complete fortifications are all neatly arranged on the bridgehead position.
"Heisenberg, what is the name of this small town? You said it once, but I forgot" The big man took the last puff of his cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt.
"Lev, whatYes, Levto." This is a small town located on the border of old Germany and Poland. Were it not for the war, its tranquility would make it an excellent holiday destination.
"Levto" The big man recollected the name: "Heisenberg, when the war is over, I will becomemust be a drunk truck driver, drinking every day Liquor transported American-made radios and British-made leather jackets from Hamburg to Berlin. Then I married a Bavarian wife, had several children, and drove the Beetle I bought in Hamburg every year in August and September, carrying They came to this quiet town called Levto for a week's vacation! Ha - that's called life!" Zoff smiled happily and kept patting Heisenberg on the shoulder.
Zoff's daydreams were as naive and ridiculous as his mathematics, but Heisenberg had long been used to it: "Haha, go to hell, Zoff¡ªthat's all you have now!" Heisenberg flicked his neck with his hand. Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross??"This is your whole life!"
The big man curled his lips hesitantly: "Ha - fuck it!"
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"Thinking about your sailing dream again?" Zoff knew Heisenberg too well.
"Humphgo to hell!" Heisenberg shook his head helplessly.
"Listen, Heisenberg." The big man patted Heisenberg on the shoulder, like an encouragement: "If we are still alive after the war, take me to sail with you. I will be your sailor! Let's go together. Go to those foreign cities, lie on the deck and drink wine, and then fight against the huge waves of the Atlantic Ocean!" Zoff described the huge waves on the ocean with his hands with great interest.
"You and I can't do it alone!" Heisenberg spread his hands and joked: "I won't go to sea without a woman!"
"Hey! I'm not talking about women - I'm talking about freedom! If you have a woman, someone will take care of you! Heisenberg, stop fucking -" Zoff put his thick arms around Heisenberg, with a look in his eyes. Mysterious: "Think of the girls in the bars in foreign ports Everywhere we go, we pick up two of them and sleep with us on the ship - one for each person. You can't steal Heisenberg's!"
They laughed together. "It's a deal!"
"Sir!" The shouts of two soldiers with dirty faces interrupted their fantasy. They came towards them and saluted them. Heisenberg remembered their envious expressions as their eyes glanced at the Iron Cross around Zoff's neck. Heisenberg thought that the medal around his neck must have become an important factor in the respect of those soldiers for him.
"Lozzi, you go to the cannon and take three more people to the back street on the left to build a simple line of defense." Heisenberg casually ordered the two soldiers.
"When will the enemy attack, sir?"
"Tonight - tomorrow morning at the latest!" Heisenberg turned around and shouted.
"Fuck"
The bridgehead has arrived. The commander of the eight armored soldiers is named Rutherfer. They are one of the most elite units of the SS, a branch of the 5th Armored Division "Wiking". As a major, Rutherford should be the commander of an armored company, but now he only has two assault guns as his entire possessions. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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