Bringing a whole motorcade over with great fanfare just to deliver a document?
The sentry, who could clearly feel that something was wrong, hesitated for a moment, but facing Scott who waved the document in his hand in the car, he couldn't think of anything for a while, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
He stretched out his hand to take the file.
But what people never expected was that an unexpected huge change suddenly occurred at the last moment of this seemingly harmless document handover.
Soon after, Scott did not hand the document out of the car window, but held his hand in the car waiting to get it. Scott's eyes changed instantly, and his fierce and hesitant expression suddenly appeared on his face like a face change in a Sichuan opera.
superior.
The document in his hand instantly let go and fell. His free right hand immediately grabbed the wrist that the sentry had just put into the car window, and pulled it with all his strength towards the driving position further inside. He was unprepared.
Among them, the Wehrmacht sentry, who even had his rifle slung on his back, was instantly dragged into the car with his headband and waistband by Scott who had already planned it.
The left hand that had already touched the handle of the gun moved almost at the same time. The Walter pistol was instantly drawn out of the holster, and he raised his hand to place it on the back of the head of the sentry, whose upper body had been dragged into the passenger seat of the car.
boom--
At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Scott, who had already made up his mind, could be said to have no hesitation and no distracting thoughts. This cruel war has become as crazy as possible, and it has already become the same thing as when he first entered Russia.
With a hint of kindness and humanity, Scott became an efficient war machine that could only execute orders.
Now that you have decided to do something, don't do any more unnecessary worries to get it done. Looking forward and backward will only harm yourself. Hesitation is not Scott's way of dealing with people in the past, and it is not the way he does it today.
Not the same.
The shot was fired from almost zero range, and the back of the head of the Wehrmacht sentry was shot open, and his face was turned into paste.
Scott, who was splashed with the warm red and white stuff, didn't have time to do anything else. Behind him, he was already ready to go. The convoy that had been prepared for it suddenly erupted with gunfire, and all kinds of long guns, short guns, and machine guns opened fire.
The sound suddenly became loud and deafening.
The SS Panzergrenadiers hidden in the compartment of the Lightning Opel truck did their best to carry out the orders with utmost ferocity. Even if they had just finished fighting with the Russians during the day and were exhausted, they could still carry out the orders and fanaticism at night.
Driven to shoot his own compatriots without mercy.
One side had planned for a long time and came prepared. Although the other side was wary, they never expected that the other side would directly steal the guy and fight on the spot.
The fiery bullets that hit their heads and faces directly tore the flesh and blood bodies of several Wehrmacht sentries into pieces.
Several sentries who could not even take aim with their guns were instantly beaten into a hornet's nest on the spot and fell to the ground bleeding.
And the machine gun team set up behind the simple bunker of sandbags received "key care" from the SS Panzergrenadiers.
Several grenades were suppressed by the rain of bullets and flew straight towards them, and were accurately thrown into the machine gun bunker. It was obvious that those who threw these grenades were absolutely experienced veterans. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to take the first shot in the middle of the night.
Throwing so accurately.
After a loud explosion, the power of the explosion of several M24 offensive grenades has sent all the simple machine gun bunkers and checkpoints into the sky, completely blasting them into pieces. The obstacles that hindered Scott's mission have finally been completely eliminated.
Was swept away!
"Stop talking nonsense, start the car and rush in! Rush to the fuel depot before those cowards react, hurry!"
Scott, who didn't even have time to wipe off the smelly, wet red stuff on his face, pushed the still-warm body of the sentry in his arms out of the car window like he was throwing away garbage, and at the same time shouted loudly to the adjutant who was driving next to him.
Open your mouth and give the order.
The oil grab operation was quite well prepared. Several Wehrmacht soldiers who were fanatically loyal to the Führer and unwilling to surrender with everyone quietly sneaked to the SS station next door to express their intention to fight the Russians to the death and claim the battlefield.
Join the SS and work together. After all, there is strength in numbers.
And these few soldiers of the National Defense Force who became "traitors" accidentally knew where their last supplies were stored, including the oil that was urgently needed for the Viking Division's last breakout operation. And they also had it.
There are a lot of them, the storage location is quite close to the checkpoint, and the garrison strength is only less than a company.
After learning this important news, Scott stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the material storage point. The eight trucks and half-tracks in the convoy behind him were moving at full speed, following Scott's lead vehicle towards the supply point.
Rush forward and go straight to the destination of this trip.
The sudden burst of gunfire and explosions alerted the Wehrmacht troops stationed in the camp. Several Wehrmacht soldiers with guns in their hands and even their clothes open had just ran out of the tent and mounted their machine guns in the carriage.
The SS panzer grenadiers on the side aimed directly at him and swept him to the ground.
The group of Wehrmacht soldiers who mistook them for a sudden attack by the Russians would never have imagined that it was actually the SS stationed next door who killed them.
Scott, who never stopped doing anything, had already issued a shoot-to-kill order to several of his closest officers before taking action.
As soon as the gunshots are fired, those cowards of the Wehrmacht are no longer their former comrades-in-arms, but enemies. They will use the same ferocity as against the Russians to eliminate any Wehrmacht that appears in sight.
Listening to the loud gunfire of the convoy behind me, I turned my head sideways and looked through the open window to see with my own eyes the dazzling tracer barrage, sweeping away the corpses of the Wehrmacht soldiers who still didn't know what happened in a short time.
Scott, who did not regret his choice, knew that he had no way to turn back now and could only continue to walk until the dark side.
The only thing to do now is to quickly get those damn oils, then quickly apply oil on the soles of your feet and run away.
"Oh oh oh! Scott, the situation is not good! Look over there, these Wehrmacht bastards actually have anti-tank guns, damn! They are ready to target us!"
About five hundred meters away from Scott's lead vehicle, several Wehrmacht soldiers who reacted quickly were unhooking an anti-tank gun that had been parked there from the tractor without moving it.
The tail was deployed on the spot, ready to fire towards Scott's convoy.
Why these Wehrmacht bastards are still carrying anti-tank guns that should have been abandoned long ago is not important now.
Scott took a quick look at the visual inspection results and estimated that the size was at least a 75mm caliber PAK 40 anti-tank gun. If you hit the fragile ones in your convoy, you will definitely not be able to escape with one shot! It is the kind of absolute one.
Waiting for a big killer.
"Don't panic, keep driving! Someone will take care of that broken cannon! Just drive well!"