"As the personal soldiers of the Führer, we don't have to care about those cowards of the National Defense Force. Whether they live or die, what do they want to do have anything to do with us?"
"This bunch of rubbish from the Wehrmacht can only give the Russians an advantage in the end by keeping the oil in their hands. Now all these boneless cowards can think about is how to surrender to the Russians. Only we, the SS, can make these things happen."
The German army has made full use of its oil wealth, and we will use this oil to continue fighting against the Russians until we fight out and win."
"If those cowards of the Wehrmacht dare to resist and disobey, I authorize you and your troops to use lethal force. Scott, the coward who was killed by the Russians and imprisoned in a prisoner of war camp, will not be able to send this news back to Germany.
. Or you can just shut them all up and become dead. The dead are the ones who can best keep secrets and are the safest. It’s up to you to choose.”
With a gloomy smile on his face, Herbert raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to gently push the frame of the glasses on the bridge of his nose. In his speech and behavior, it seemed that he did not regard the group of defense troops stationed next door as friendly forces at all. In his eyes, that
It's just a piece of fat meat that's tempting to be slaughtered.
"I think what I said is clear enough. Do you have any questions?"
"..."
Mumble——
Herbert has already said this. If Scott still says that he doesn't understand, he is just pretending to be dumbfounded.
It's just...it's just that Scott never thought that one day he would actually have to do such a villainous job as robbing friendly troops.
Yes, those Wehrmacht troops are a group of cowards. They always surrender at will and have no backbone at all. They cannot fight to the end like the elite troops of the Waffen SS. Even Scott himself looks down on these weaklings of the Wehrmacht.
They have no backbone and are akin to cowards, but this has nothing to do with going to rob the National Defense Forces who are nominally friendly forces.
If it were normal times, Scott, who was really unsure, felt that he would probably be sent to a military court for trial. If someone really killed someone and killed even a few of the National Defense Forces, not only would his military career
The rest of his life will be ruined, and he may end up being shot. The best outcome is to spend the rest of his life in prison.
But these are not ordinary times after all. The situation is unprecedentedly special.
What's more, this order was personally given to him by Herbert, who was the leader of the SS superior group and equivalent to the rank of general of the Wehrmacht.
Herbert usually gave Strimmermann a lot of respect, but he was unhappy. When he fell out, he didn't even know who Strimmermann was, so he went straight to the Wehrmacht and prepared to rob him. This was actually
It has a lot to do with the same rank as Herbert and Stemmermann.
Scott, who clearly understood all this in his heart, quickly turned his head and made a final weighing in a very short time. The final answer he gave to Herbert was a slight nod of approval.
"I understand, General. I know what to do. I will lead the people and complete the task as quickly as possible."
With a gloomy smile on his face, Herbert smiled and stepped forward and patted Scott on the shoulder, as if to encourage him. But Scott himself felt that the slap was too heavy, and he
Soon he will be fighting against his own compatriots, which is completely different from the guerrillas and villagers he led to execute the Russians in the past.
After receiving the operational tasks and orders, Scott quickly left the headquarters and came outside the tent. Looking at his SS colleagues in front of him who were urgently mobilizing to make final preparations before the breakout, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Scott couldn't help but frown.
"You finally came out, how are you? Are there any tasks assigned to us?"
The deputy who had been waiting outside for a long time saw Scott coming out and immediately leaned forward to ask. Scott, who looked unhappy, hesitated for a few seconds and slowly spoke after a few seconds.
"Get ready to fight with the National Defense Forces. Even if these cowards don't have the guts, they won't be captured. I can guarantee it."
"...What? What did you say? What about fighting with the National Defense Forces? Hey, don't leave! I didn't understand, please explain in more detail, hey! Scott!"
Scott, who wanted to finish this bad job quickly, quickly led the team to set off. The battalion under his command is the main battalion with the highest combat effectiveness in the Valoni Armored Grenadier Brigade. Under the entire brigade organization, each battalion level
It ranks among the top three combat troops, and its losses in previous battles were relatively small. It still retains about 70% of its troops and has relatively complete equipment.
Scott conveyed all the orders to his several company commanders, although his reaction when he heard the news was almost exactly the same as Scott's at that time, not much better.
However, as an SS soldier, this unique attitude of resolute execution of orders soon took effect. After the initial shock, several company commanders under his command were now mentally prepared and were only waiting for the order to fire.
Scott, who was feeling anxious and uneasy all the way, quickly led the team to their destination. The infantry division of the National Defense Force next door, which had been crippled by more than half, was considered a soft persimmon.
Not to mention all the heavy equipment was lost, the casualties were also very heavy, the wounded were overcrowded everywhere, and there was a lack of medical treatment. From far away, Scott could see people carrying the corpses of those who had just died.
"What kind of profit can these poor people get? I'm afraid that if we shoot, we won't be able to get anything in the end, and then our hard work will be in vain!"
Looking at the deputy in front of him, he no longer believed that the group of National Defense Force infantrymen who had been reduced to this situation could still have fuel left in their hands. However, Scott, who was leading the team at the side, did not think so and could think of more.
"There will always be emergency fuel left. The cars transporting officers and the wounded cannot drive without fuel. There will always be some."
"...What if they also plan to break out? If they rob all the fuel, wouldn't even the officers be able to escape?"
The deputy, who had a good brain, immediately thought of the worst case scenario, but Scott, who had become more and more worried at this moment, could not control so much. He only knew that if he could not complete the task, he would definitely
Unlucky, Herbert's gloomy smile made him break into a cold sweat just thinking about it.
"We can't control that much now. We can't protect ourselves anymore and have no time to think about the future of these cowards who want to surrender!"
"I'll take the people over first later, and you can follow behind to keep the troops ready to fight. Let's see if they are willing to give it. If not, then we have no choice but to take action. I don't have time to waste it here with them."