The person who arrived with the motorcycle team was a squadron leader of the SS Second Class Commando. He came to the first car and said with a straight face to the officer sitting on the driver's seat: "Mr. Lieutenant, your ID!"
Seeing that the person who stopped him from checking his ID was an SS officer, the officer quickly took out his ID and handed it over respectfully. After reading the ID, the SS officer handed it back to him and asked: "What do you have in your car?"
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"It's ammunition!" the officer said with a smile on his face: "We are ordered to deliver ammunition to the town of Gorodishe!"
The SS officer snorted and then asked: "What happened ahead?"
"A truck coming from your direction ran over a mine laid by the guerrillas on the road. The driver of the truck was killed on the spot." Thinking that the guerrillas had been driven away by him, the officer couldn't help but
The credit goes to himself: "But the guerrillas who attacked us have been driven far away by us."
The SS officer glanced sideways at the back and asked again: "Are all the cars behind you with you?"
The officer didn't know that the truck Grisa and the others were riding in had already merged into his convoy. He nodded hurriedly and replied: "Yes, Mr. Captain of the Second Commando Squadron, the cars behind are all with me."
The SS officer nodded, stepped aside, and made a gesture to the motorcyclists standing in the middle of the road, indicating that they would make way for the convoy. Seeing his superior's gesture, the motorcyclist quickly moved his motorcycle to the road.
side, making way for the convoy.
When the truck passed by the motorcycle fleet parked on the roadside, both Corporal Aino sitting on the driver's seat and Grisa and the others in the carriage were ready for battle. Who knows, those standing on the roadside
The SS did not stop their car to check their IDs, but an SS officer kept waving at the roadside, gesturing for them to speed up and drive over.
After the truck left the motorcycle team far behind, the soldiers heaved a sigh of relief. Yelizaveta also asked Griza in a low voice: "Comrade Lieutenant, what is going on? Why is the enemy doing this?"
Didn’t you let us stop?”
Although Griza did not hear the conversation between the SS officer and the officer on the lead car, he vaguely guessed what was going on. When he heard Yelizavita asked, he replied in the same low voice: "I
I think these SS officers and soldiers may have mistaken us and the enemies of the ammunition convoy in front of us as the same group."
Yelizavita looked at the SS soldiers standing on the roadside and said with regret: "Comrade Lieutenant, what a good target. I can knock down at least five or six with one shot. But you don't allow us to shoot casually.
Gun, what a shame."
"Comrade Sergeant," Grisa waited for Yelizavita to finish speaking, then said to him with a straight face: "Have you ever thought that if you shoot now, our identities will be exposed. We are
Individuals may be wiped out by the enemy. Once we are all dead, who will complete the mission assigned to us by our superiors? In order to kill a few enemies, we will delay the mission of our superiors. Even if we die, we will not become martyrs."
Seeing Griza speaking to him in such a stern tone, Yelizaveta immediately realized his mistake. He quickly admitted his mistake to Griza: "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant, it's all my fault. I mainly saw that
These damn SS soldiers just think of our comrades who died in the prisoner of war camps..."
"Prisoner of war camp?!" Grisa heard this word and immediately asked alertly: "Have you ever been in a German prisoner of war camp?"
"No!" Yelizavita replied in a panic: "I have not been in a German prisoner of war camp, but one of my neighbors has been in a German prisoner of war camp. He said that they were being escorted to a prisoner of war camp.
On the way, as long as they fell to the ground and did not get up for a certain amount of time, the SS soldiers escorting them would shoot them in the back of the head."
"Why?" a soldier asked in confusion: "Wouldn't it be a good thing for the Germans to have more prisoners of war? This would provide more free labor to work for them."
Yelizavita snorted and sneered: "The Germans are worried that these prisoners of war who fell on the ground will be taken in by the guerrillas operating nearby after they leave. Instead of fighting these prisoners of war in the future, it is better to shoot them
It will be easier to deal with them." After a moment's pause, he continued, "If one day I capture a group of German prisoners, I will use the same method to deal with them."
"Okay, stop talking." Grisa was deeply afraid that Yelizavita's words would arouse the excitement of the crowd, and the German driver would be in trouble if he heard them, so he stopped everyone: "Don't forget, give me
Our driver is German." Grisa's words immediately made the car become quiet again.
The convoy came to a bridge, and there was a German checkpoint here. Sandbags were piled at both ends of the bridge. There was an MG34 machine gun on each side of the sandbag fortification. Two German machine gunners stared at the incoming convoy with vigilance. Fortunately,
The German officer in the lead car knew the officer guarding the bridge. After chatting for a few words through the car window, the two moved the wooden railings to let the convoy pass.
After the convoy passed the bridge, Grisa looked through the gap in the tarpaulin at the bridge that was gradually receding, and couldn't help but frown. He thought to himself: According to the distance calculation, this river should be about 10 miles away from the town of Gorodishe.
For a certain distance, the weather is now cold. It is difficult for soldiers to cross the river without crossing tools. They can only attack the enemy's ammunition depot with rockets on the other side of the river. But at such a long distance, can they hit the target accurately?
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Since the truck Grisa and the others were traveling in followed closely behind the ammunition convoy, they successfully passed the checkpoints and entered the town.
After entering the town, the driver stopped the car at a fork in the road and said apologetically to Aino: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, I have to turn at the intersection ahead, so I can only take you here."
Aino didn't expect that he could enter the town so smoothly. He really didn't care where he got off the bus. Hearing the driver say this, he nodded, took out a pack of seized German cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to
He picked up the driver and said, "Thank you for taking us back to town. It's just a small thing, so just accept it."
The driver didn't expect that the second lieutenant who was hitching a ride would actually give him a pack of cigarettes before getting off the bus. He quickly nodded and bowed to express his gratitude, and casually asked: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, I don't know when you will leave town. I can take you there."
go out."
Hearing the driver ask this, Aino almost blurted out the rendezvous time. Fortunately, he discovered the problem in time and swallowed what he wanted to say. He waved to the driver and said: "No, we are patrolling today.
The mission has been completed, there is no need to leave the town anymore." After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car, came to the side of the car, slapped the car hard, and shouted: "Get out of the car, everyone get out of the car!"