There were not only voices in the darkness with its back to the moonlight, but also a figure gradually emerging from the shadows and slowly walking out.
"But I heard that you are all dead, and the rest are either running around like rats in the sewers, or they were caught by the Russians and taken to the prisoner-of-war camp to be used as pigs. What? You behaved well and were released early by the Russians?"
You can beep and criticize in such a dangerous position on the border of the actual control line between the two armies, instead of being busy doing business and moving to a safe area.
Generally speaking, such people have only two identities: fools or lunatics.
Sulovchenko, who stared closely at the SS lieutenant in front of him, felt that it shouldn't be the former. Even if he was lenient, he couldn't be considered to be the former. So the ideal and only answer was already obvious.
"Stress test and then humiliation, I said, is this how the elites of the SS treat friendly forces? We should work together when the enemy is facing us."
"Work together? Ha."
The SS lieutenant had a strange expression on his face with a look of disdain and sneer on his face, making it unclear what was going on in his pig head. However, the words that followed were even more unexpected.
"Go over there. Someone is waiting for you. Keep your hands and feet clean and be honest. After you pass me, there will only be bullets and bayonets left to remind you a second time."
".Aren't you going to check your identity or something? Are you just going to let us pass?"
Although there was no instruction from Sulovchenko, and such words were not within the scope of the terms that had been communicated and confirmed in advance, Krauser, who always felt that something was not quite right, still had no contact with Sulovchenko.
Make one's own decisions when communicating.
After all, I just want to communicate and reconcile, but I don’t have that chance now, right?
"You can live it if I let you live it. If you don't want to live it, get out now. I am not in a primary school classroom and I am not responsible for answering questions. If you pass by, someone will talk nonsense to you."
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I did have an acquaintance with the SS lieutenant in front of me, but I didn't know him well, and I didn't know that this man turned out to be such an unpredictable weirdo.
Krauser, who was criticized as soon as he spoke to this guy, finally figured it out. This bastard looked down on the Wehrmacht from the bottom of his heart. He was a typical die-hard member of the SS in the stereotype. It would be a waste to criticize this guy any more.
time.
Krauser, who was not planning to do any more useless work, did not continue to talk nonsense. He turned around and nodded to Sulovechenko and his group who had just arrived behind him. This group of people were wearing dirty and rotten clothes covered with blood and dirt.
Armed personnel in uniforms of the National Defense Force began to cross the bridge quickly and orderly.
"Look, they are still carrying the wounded. The hypocrisy of these cowards of the National Defense Force makes me sick all the time."
"Isn't it? When they surrendered to the Russians in droves, they never thought that this would be an insult to the sacrificed people. Now they are still pretending to carry the wounded. They are just a bunch of selfish, hypocritical hypocrites.
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"Russian pigs are not professional enough. Why didn't they kill all these cowards?"
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The whispers, laughter and curses of the SS soldiers hiding in the secret posts seemed so harsh and sharp in the silent night. Even Sulovechenko, who was temporarily acting as a fake, accidentally heard it and thought, "Fuck there are more."
This matter?".
"Is your relationship with the SS so bad? These lunatics dare to point their fingers at you now? Are you willing to be humiliated like this and not react at all?"
Sulovechenko lowered his voice and spoke rapidly with three questions. He spoke fluent German with a clear and precise accent. Even Krause was a little surprised after hearing it several times. It was indeed quite powerful and rare.
"Times have changed, brother. Since the eve of the Battle of Berlin, the situation has been stronger than others."
"The Führer is like a wild beast trapped in a cage without a master. He feels that all the Wehrmacht generals around him are lying to him. Sometimes even Himmler questions it. Relatively speaking, he only trusts those parties who are loyal to him.
Elite troops of the Guards. This kind of thing has long been an open secret, even a lieutenant like me knows about it."
"So since the Battle of Berlin, we have tried our best not to provoke these beasts, because not only will they bar their teeth and bark at you, they may even bite you, and even if they bite you to death, you will be killed.
There is no way to explain it. Is it necessary for a human to compete with a dog? The answer is obvious."
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Speaking of which, this is the first time that Sulovechenko has been addressed as "brother" by Krauser. I can't say that I feel disgusted with it, but it's just that, maybe I'm not used to it, and it always feels a little weird.
"Okay, let's stop chatting. The real owner we want to see should be in front of us, waiting for us. Just leave it to me as usual and I will deal with him."
Following Krauser's words, Sulovechenko saw only a tall and lanky SS officer with a haggard face, standing there like a skeleton, who was blocking the way.
On the road ahead, wait for your group.
"Who is this guy? Do you know him?"
Sulovechenko, whose feet kept moving and continued to move forward, asked questions almost subconsciously.
"I don't know, I've never heard of him. Look at that man's rank. He's the leader of the SS First Class Assault Group, which is equivalent to a lieutenant colonel. How could he be friends with a little fish like me?"
"Then you'd better be careful. This guy looks hard to deal with, just like the leader in charge of the gas chambers in the concentration camp."
"Yeah, I got it."
I have to say that Sulovechenko’s ability to recognize people is quite accurate.
Our group had just stepped onto the river bank and stood in the open space. They saw the SS lieutenant colonel with a haggard face and a tall and thin figure who looked like a living skeleton. He waved his hand directly, and a group of SS commandos standing behind him immediately stood ready.
They rushed forward in unison, quickly spread out their formation, and surrounded Sulovechenko and his group of defense forces in the middle.
"Shasen. It's the Stormtroopers."
"What's the storm? That thing about World War I? Is this a Renaissance?"
"I don't have time to explain, so just say a few words and you'll know after you take a look."
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Of course Sulovechenko, who has a serious academic background and is relatively well-informed, knows that during the First World War, the Germans created a thing called "Storm Troops". These people shot Maxim machine guns with their waists straight,
Armed with the latest submachine gun, he was once very ferocious during the trench warfare era and could be called the youthful version of the Aryan Superman.
Now hearing that Krauser actually called the group of SS troops in front of him "Storm Troops" again, Sulovechenko was somewhat surprised and at the same time became interested.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. If you open your eyes and take a closer look, you will see that the dress and attire of this group of people really shocked Sulovechenko.