Back to half a minute ago, Enkel, the first-level Assault Group Captain at that time, was still giving orders to his adjutant, busy inspecting the battlefield, cleaning the position, and seeing if there were any SS soldiers who found anything valuable.
We were all busy working on our own, and no one was aware of the turbulent danger lurking beneath the undercurrent.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Huh? What sound."
The short SS soldier holding a Mauser 98k rifle in his hand heard a strange sound. The sound seemed to come from a trench not far away. It sounded like...well
, a bit like the dying struggle sound of an unlucky guy who is about to die in a field hospital. It seems that even his throat is blocked by blood clots and he can't utter any decent words at all.
"Hey! There's something going on over there, listen carefully!"
"Huh? Over there?"
The SS soldiers who sensed that something was wrong stopped their search and marched forward. They stopped their comrades who were a few steps away and stopped together. They raised their ears and listened carefully in the direction of the sound.
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"Woo-wu-wu-"
"Huh? There was really some sound. It sounded like someone was shouting and his mouth was blocked."
It is possible that only one person heard the sound due to poor ears, but now two living people all heard the weird sound, which cannot be explained by terms such as "auditory hallucinations"
explained.
"Let's go over and take a look. Be careful, it might be a living Russian!"
The Russians who were hurriedly running away abandoned the seriously wounded soldiers who they could not take away on the battlefield. This was quite possible for the two SS soldiers at the moment.
After all, those Russians can get rid of their precious tanks. If they leave them on the battlefield, what else can't be left behind? Leaving behind severely wounded people who delay the march is one of the routine operations during retreat. There is nothing difficult to understand about this.
and unreasonable places.
One person has a Mauser 98k, and the other person has an MP40 in hand.
The two SS soldiers who cautiously stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, quickly ducked to the location where the sound was heard. However, they suddenly discovered that a group of cautious SS soldiers had also emerged from the blind spot at the corner of the trench at the end of the trench.
The familiar faces of the soldiers silently told us that we were all soldiers from the same division.
"You also came here following the sound?"
The group at the end of the trench was the first to ask. They didn't know the other person's name, but the rifleman who just felt familiar nodded. It seemed that he was not the only one attracted by the voice.
"Okay, let's see which unlucky guy is able to survive until now."
As early as the beginning of this abrupt conversation, the common answer the two groups were looking for had actually been revealed.
A junior SS officer whose face and rank could not be seen clearly was lying on the ground. The strange thing was that this guy with arms and legs and no apparent injuries was just lying there, face down, buried in
The soil kept making painful groans that were not like human beings.
Who is this guy? What happened to him? Why didn't the Russians kill this unfortunate guy before retreating? Why didn't they just leave him here and ignore him?
There were more than one or two people with such doubts in their hearts. An SS rifleman who walked forward cautiously was very vigilant. Even when he came to the unlucky guy, he still did not dare to take any actual action.
, the unspeakable strange feeling made him subconsciously look back behind him for the last time.
"Turn him over and see what's going on! Follow my orders and prepare to shoot!"
The little SS leader leading the team was very vigilant. Everything that seemed strange made him think that the guy in an officer's uniform facing the ground might be pretending. Some half-dead Russian guy might have put on his own military uniform and was preparing for the final pull.
As a back-up, this kind of situation has happened in the past, so we must pay attention and be vigilant.
The rifleman who got the final answer from his commander took the courage to take a step forward. He felt that there should be no problem with so many comrades around him to protect him. If the Russian was really pretending to be deceitful, he would definitely beat this bastard as soon as possible.
A hornet's nest.
He wouldn't even have a chance to raise his hand, let alone use a weapon to kill himself, if all this was really what he imagined.
"Hey, can you hear me? Can you answer me?"
The slightly raised right foot gently touched the guy who was facing the ground, but what followed was not an answer, but just a whimpering and humming sound that was the same as before.
"Huh...huh...I hope nothing happens."
The rifleman who failed to get any useful answers had no choice but to turn the unlucky guy over with his back to see what was going on.
His right hand continued to hold his Mauser 98k rifle, and his other left hand slowly left the gun body and placed it on the opponent's back.
The moment he touched the clothes on the other person's shoulders, he could clearly feel signs of being alive in his palms.
This sign is the warmth of life and the trembling of living flesh. The rifleman who noticed this situation no longer hesitated. Wouldn't it be a pity to die like this if he was really one of his own? At least he had to save people quickly, even if it was Russia.
Maybe I can pry something useful out of my mouth.,
The left hand that was holding the shoulder suddenly pulled hard back and turned outwards. The man wearing an SS officer uniform who was lying on the ground immediately stood up like a salted fish and lay on the ground, his back facing the sky.
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The rifleman guessed correctly. This was indeed one of his own, and even an acquaintance of his own: the deputy company commander of his infantry company. In the last wave of offensive assault, he failed to return to the team because he was counting the number of people after retreating.
, and was directly judged to have been killed in action, and died on the outskirts of the October State Farm under the control of the Russians.
If only the person was still alive and could still be saved, then the rifleman should be shouting with surprise and shouting to his comrades to come and help, but the fact is obviously not the case. Instead, there is a stern look on his face.
Frightened, almost instantly scared to the point of peeing, to the point of being unable to speak a word.
The guy who was beaten to death and whose head was as swollen as a pig's head not only had half of his life left, but his mouth was also stuffed with a ball of stinky socks that someone didn't know who had taken off his feet. The wailing and humming sound
Maybe it's not just the pain, but also the strong smell of feet that can be smelled even from two meters away.
What's even more terrible is that the action of turning the unfortunate guy over has already brought catastrophic and terrible consequences. A dozen German standard M24 grenades strapped from his chest to his abdomen have been pulled out.
The terrifying scene of blowing the fuse and puffing out white smoke can scare the faint of heart out of anyone who's just a little braver.