When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.
The Malashenko convoy that entered the field of view could be seen by the German garrison at the bridgehead. Similarly, Malashenko, who had already reached out of the turret and held a telescope, could also see the German sticks and the blurry black lines.
Shadow is standing beside the simple fortifications of the bridgehead. There are quite a lot of people.
"Damn, it looks like there are a lot of people. How much garbage did the Germans put here?"
The target that Malashenko wants to deal with is the Central Bridge on the Vistula River. Among the three bridges on the Vistula River in the north, middle and south, the location of this central bridge is the most important. After crossing the bridge, you will reach the edge of the main city of Warsaw.
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It is reasonable for the Germans to deploy relatively large garrison forces here. Malashenko, who understands this, feels relieved when he thinks about it.
"Car 111, send the signal light to let the Germans know that friendly forces are coming."
The prisoners of the Grossdeutschland Division were quite cooperative. Most of them not only told all the information they knew without any reservations, but also incidentally told the Red Army officer in charge of the interrogation some particularly important and more useful information.
Information on the battlefield, such as communicating with friendly forces at night using lights to determine the secret signals of the enemy and ourselves.
What? What do you think the German prisoners will do if they lie?
This is not simple. Wouldn't it be enough to send a few bastards to separate interrogations and confirm the situation one by one? How could these German guys who had no chance of colluding with each other in advance be so coincidental that dozens of people would give the same nonsense answers?
But judging from the actual situation in the end, there was no need to do so.
Because the prisoners of the Grossdeutschland Division were really damn honest. They were all so frightened that they were afraid that they would be buried alive by the red-eyed Red Army. The dozens of prisoners answered in unison,
The code lights reported by each person are different, which can tell whether the desire to survive is strong or not.
After receiving the order from Malashenko, the No. 111 Panther car at the front of the convoy also responded quickly, and then flashed and turned off the lights on the car body's heading several times in a row, with a total of three long and two short.
The extremely obvious signal in the dark night was quickly learned by the German troops defending the bridgehead.
"It's our people. Put down your guns. Be careful of hurting your own people! Just stay alert."
Of course, the German officer leading the garrison at the bridgehead on the east bank knew the communication codes. In this era when communication methods were not yet developed, it was normal to light up lights at night as military communication codes. This man was responsible for stationing here and commanding the defense tasks.
The German officers really didn't think much about it.
Soon, the motorcade that kept roaring in the darkness came into sight. The German garrison officer who was curious about why there were troops withdrawing from the front line in the middle of the night did not leave, but stood in front of the bridgehead checkpoint and planned to
See for yourself.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. It's actually a little surprising when you look at it carefully.
This small force, which seems to have less than 200 members, is small in size, but its equipment is very luxurious. Except for a few G43 semi-automatic rifles in the hands of the dozens of people walking at the front, the rest are all stg44.
Assault rifles, as well as those mg42 cloth tearers carried on the shoulders in a marching posture, but the Mauser 98k, which is the most numerous in the hands of ordinary German infantry, disappeared.
"Which army is this from? How can the gun be configured like this?"
It's just that the light weapons configuration is very unusual. The problem is that this small force, which can support less than 200 people, actually carries 6 Panther IIs and 8 half-tracks. If this is placed in the front
On the battlefield, it is completely enough to cover an infantry battalion for a charge. It is really against the rules to be accompanied by less than 200 infantrymen strutting over. What is going on here?
The suspicious German garrison officer was about to step forward and ask questions, but he never expected that the infantry of the small unit on the opposite side suddenly took the initiative to separate and make way for them. Then he saw an absolutely tall officer taking long strides.
Come towards yourself.
"Who is the garrison officer here? Come out, I want to see him."
Before the person arrives, the words arrive first.
Being overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, the second-line garrison troops were obviously not as responsive as the first-line field troops after spending too long together. The German officer, who was responsible for commanding the bridgehead garrison, blinked twice.
Only then did he react.
"It's me, sir. Lieutenant Ryan Schwerner, commander of the 337th Battalion, 214th Infantry Regiment, reporting to you!"
Although he couldn't see the person's face or his rank in the dark, Lieutenant Schwerner was truly shocked by the sudden momentum of the voice in the darkness and the unusually tall figure.
That voice with a bit of a Bavarian accent didn't sound like a good one. Lieutenant Schwerner, who has been waiting for passing officials every day since he led the team to guard the bridgehead, has long been accustomed to reporting hello and saluting others first, so he
Mom has almost become a conditioned reflex, and of course it will be the same this time.
"Is that you? Very good, this can save a lot of time."
Dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel of the Wehrmacht, Malashenko did not show any flaws, as if he was a German officer without any sense of violation. He raised his big hand and pointed at the horse crossing in front of the bridge and gave an order.
"I need your order to move the roadblock, Lieutenant. My troops and I need to cross the bridge immediately. We have an urgent mission and cannot tolerate any delay. Please cooperate with us in executing the order."
"..."
Malashenko, who had already planned everything in his mind, did it deliberately and could even predict the possible reaction of the other party.
As expected, this Wehrmacht lieutenant, who was inferior to others in terms of imposing manner and stature, looked a little embarrassed.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but can I ask which army you are from? We need to register the number for reporting, as well as your name and..."
"Victor! Victor Zeiger Steinmeier!"
The tone of the sudden interruption was obviously quite unkind. Lieutenant Schwerner, who was silenced by the loud voice, did not dare to say anything at all. The lieutenant colonel in front of him was obviously very difficult to mess with. It was best to wait until he finished speaking.
Decide if you should continue to push for something.
"Commander of the Lieutenant Colonel of the Armored Regiment of the Grossdeutschland Panzer Division, my troops and I were ordered to go to Warsaw to suppress the unrest! The follow-up troops are still on the way. You don't want to wait until my commander arrives before moving away from the horse.
Right? Mr. Lieutenant."
"..."
Turtle, from the Grossdeutschland?
Didn't these people just send a team into the city this morning and come out again? Why did they come back in the middle of the night?
Lieutenant Schwerner, who didn't understand what was going on, didn't dare to delay any more. It was best to send the man-eating lieutenant colonel in front of him away quickly. The first priority was that he didn't want to be punished for leaving a bad impression.
This person pointed out that the lieutenant of his small second-line garrison could not afford to suffer such a crime.