Wegener was dumbfounded when he heard Wittmann's narration. He was in the state of "I understand, but I am still shocked". He could hardly imagine that this kind of thing was true.
It was because of the bad things done by the comrades beside him who fought against the enemy together, yet he actually always fought side by side with this man.
For Wegener to have such a reaction, this was considered normal in Wittman's opinion. In other words, Wittmann did not blame Wegener for being so disgusted with this and being so shocked.
After all, armored soldiers are not infantry. The "greenhouse babies" who stay in armored iron boxes all day long are from the second-line security forces. They rely on anti-guerrillas at all costs to gain military merit and climb up the ladder. Step by step, they are transferred to the first-line field troops and then to the elite.
, finally became the cruel and ruthless people they are today, and there is no comparison at all.
Wittmann knew that in Heisenberg's eyes, a kid like Wegener was not even a rookie. Having superb gunnery skills and having outstanding gunner talent didn't mean anything. He could do it with just a few clicks of his fingers.
In the eyes of people like Heisenberg, long-range artillery sniping was no different from that of a rural girl who had never seen blood.
Wittmann knew this not because he was just guessing, but because Heisenberg, who had just met and offended Heisenberg by reporting his real name face to face, had the corners of his mouth raised and a sinister smile on his face. He was so taunting
My own: An idiot who only knows how to squat in a steel box and kill people with a telescope without getting blood on his hands has no qualifications to show off in front of him.
If you want to talk about something, it is recommended that you wipe a few people with a knife and let blood splatter on your hands and face before talking about it. Otherwise, even "whether you are qualified to preach" may be a question worth discussing.
There is nothing more outrageous than such words and fallacies. Heisenberg's superiors actually tacitly approved his fallacies and called Wittmann's superiors to take him back quickly.
I did not forget to give a "bad review" and asked Wittmann why he was involved in so much nonsense and got involved in things that he should not be involved in. Of course, this was said to Wittmann's boss.
In short, it means asking Wittmann's boss to take good care of the people under him and stop causing trouble.
Fortunately, Wittmann's boss had known him for a long time and was interesting enough to ignore the leader of the second-line security SS. He just pulled Wittmann in and privately told him not to meddle in his own business in the future, and left him without any punishment.
This matter has been revealed.
So is this really over?
Theoretically, yes, but not in Wittmann's personal case.
Wittmann, who had always kept this matter in his heart, seemed to have become a hurdle that was difficult to completely overcome. He could never forget what happened that day, what he said that day, what others said that day, and what he heard.
If you do, you will never forget all of this no matter how much time passes.
But Wittmann never expected that this bastard Heisenberg would be so cruel.
I was beaten in Russia from 1941 to 1944 when I was completely kicked out. I still wasn't beaten to death by the Russians. I was tougher than a cockroach. I don't know how to be a stubborn guy. I don't know how to be a stubborn guy now, and I got promoted and made a fortune to the position of battalion deputy.
, have the same position and title as myself.
Don't the Russians want revenge? Let this bastard run free?
Wittmann was puzzled and surprised, but he did not express it directly, but kept it deep in his heart.
Until he received the order to cooperate with the team led by Heisenberg as if it was a joke, Wittmann felt all kinds of indescribable and indescribable feelings in his heart. He didn't know what to say.
In the end, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to the job, until now.
"Three minutes to prepare. If you want to pee or smoke, hurry up. When the time comes, start attacking immediately!"
Because their troops were limited and were divided into two groups when attacking the outside of the town, which was relatively scattered, Wittmann and his group, who had captured the outside of the town, did not attack directly into the town, but took a short rest and assembled their troops.
Then he prepared to launch a fatal blow and defeat the US military in one go.
This also gave Heisenberg some free time. After giving orders to his men, he could even take the initiative to come forward and chat with Wittmann beside the car.
"Did you see that? I told you it wouldn't be a big problem. It's like killing a bunch of rabbits. After all, these Americans are still weaklings. What can they do to fight us? There is only death."
It can be seen that the brave and fierce Heisenberg is very satisfied with the raid that took over the outside of the town. He is still holding a cigarette in his mouth, smiling and talking to Wittmann, with a smile on his face.
The already ferocious and narrow scar looked even more terrifying under such a smile.
"Are your people ready?"
Wittmann did not answer any unnecessary nonsense, and his face was as expressionless as the playing cards in Heisenberg's pocket. Seeing this, Heisenberg only smiled even more and then answered casually and nonchalantly.
"What else do you need to prepare to kill a nest of rabbits? Let me tear out the intestines of the Yankees and make them into decorations. Maybe you can hang them on the outside of your turret to scare the courage out of those Yankees."
One cigarette was not enough, so Heisenberg added another one to himself, waving the match in his hand and extinguishing the fireworks. Wittmann was sure that this guy wanted to kill a prisoner of war, and it was no better than extinguishing the lit cigarette in his hand.
How much harder is it to smoke a match? After thinking about it again and again, I feel it is necessary to add a reminder, even though it may be just useless nonsense.
"Anyone you kill once the fighting stops has nothing to do with me. Think about it yourself."
Wittmann knew that he could not control this group of people, and he did not bother to quarrel with the murderers who were loyal to him. In terms of numbers, these panzer grenadiers were far more numerous than the armored soldiers under him.
Much more, Wittmann didn't want to see anything like a falling out between panzer grenadiers and armored soldiers.
As for Heisenberg, he just raised his lips without any verbal answer. No one knows what this guy wants to do after the battle.
A foreseeable battle soon started. As Wittmann thought, the remaining US troops, who were unwilling to withdraw from the town so simply, built defenses in the town. Perhaps they planned to hold on until reinforcements arrived and turn defeat into victory, but it was destined not to happen today.
Give them this opportunity.
Da da da--
Bang bang bang——
"One o'clock direction, second floor window, US machine gun! Shoot it away!"
"Are there still our civilians there?"
Wegener did not forget that the town he was in was a German town. Perhaps this sentence was unnecessary and should not be asked, but he still blurted it out under the control of his subconscious. What awaited him was Wittmann's cold reply as always during the battle.