Although digging pits to bury corpses sounds like a lot of hard work, what Galahad did was called diligent. After all, many agents were dug and buried during the same period.
After collecting all the guns, ammunition and food, Chen Mo buried most of the supplies and marked them for emergencies. Then they returned to the cabin and asked the old man to continue making phone calls.
This time the German commander noticed something was wrong, because the old man reported that he only saw his men's cars, but no people. Therefore, while reporting the situation to the higher-level regiment headquarters, he ordered his men to assemble urgently.
A standard infantry company quickly completed its assembly, and then the German commander rushed out of the military camp with his men.
This time they drove not only 251 half-track vehicles, but also 222 wheeled armored vehicles equipped with 20mm guns, and also carried mortars.
After driving all the way, the German battalion commander saw the half-track vehicle that had been dismantled with nothing left, and a frozen, hard German stick lying upside down on the ground next to the tracked vehicle.
At this moment, the German battalion commander felt that all the blood in his body was gathering on his head. He tremblingly stretched out his hand, his face turned red, and he wanted to say something, but he could only make a clicking sound in his throat.
sound.
Then he didn't need to speak anymore, and the blood all over his head spurted out instantly as if he had found some outlet.
Then the sound of gunshots reached the ears of these soldiers from deep in the valley.
Chen Mo pulled the bolt of the 98k gun, ejected a cartridge case, and raised the gun again. This time the gun was aimed at another officer sitting behind the battalion commander.
The distance of 1,200 meters is more than enough for the 98k's theoretical maximum range of 2,000 meters. Less than two seconds later, Chen Mo saw the officer fall headfirst into the carriage, then he put away his rifle and spat out a mouthful of white blood.
Shuang walked towards the mountains without looking back.
Chen Mo didn't look behind him, he knew the German army would catch up.
Three days later, when reinforcements from the regiment arrived in the town, they learned that the defending German troops had cut off communication with the front line. Just when the commander was about to continue sending troops to search, a German soldier with bare hands and no shoes staggered away.
When he returned to the camp, his limbs were severely frostbitten and required amputation. At the moment he passed out, he was still mumbling one word.
"The gunslinger!"
The disappearance of more than a hundred soldiers caused all the German troops in the area to explode. In the past few years of occupying Norway, they had never suffered such serious losses, so a special hunting force was established.
, vowing to cut the murderer to death with a thousand knives.
But seven days later, this hunting force disappeared without a trace again. No, there was still a mentally disturbed non-commissioned officer staggering out of the snow-capped mountains holding the commander's dead head.
"The gunslinger, the gunslinger is coming to kill us!"
In the mental hospital, the soldier would cry and howl this sentence several times every night, and then fall asleep with tears in his eyes like a baby, until he woke up from a nightmare again and continued to cry until he fell asleep.
"The gunslinger, the gunslinger! Who is he?"
Infantry General Falkenhorst was so worried that a lot of his hair fell out. As the commander of the Norwegian garrison, he had a heavy burden. On the one hand, he had to ensure the operation of the heavy water plant, and on the other hand, he had to be responsible for the Norwegian territory.
In order to improve the security and production life of the country, the occupying forces finally used bayonets to suppress the resistance of the local people. But now, the appearance of the gunslinger is like throwing matches into a cracked pyre, instantly igniting the resistance of the Norwegians.
Will, ever since the news that his hunting troops were wiped out, no less than a hundred bloody incidents have occurred in Norway.
What was even more troublesome for him was yet to come. From Bergen to Oslo, from Alesund to Bickler, the German garrison in Norway was disturbed by a series of ultra-long-range sniper incidents.
The attackers set up PZB39 anti-tank rifles captured from the German army and basically opened fire from a distance of 1,500 meters. The targets of the attacks were all school-level officers with four-pointed stars on their shoulders or well-known Japanese traitors, less than two of them.
By month, he had to fill the vacancies of more than seven colonels, eleven lieutenant colonels, and forty-two majors, not counting the losses of the navy and air force.
The navy even killed an unlucky commodore. At that time, he was commanding his light cruiser to leave the military port. He himself was standing on the observation deck of the warship watching the scenery, and then a bullet blew up his gun.
The headless body of the commodore fell from a height in front of dozens of sailors and fell heavily on the deck.
The angry infantry general offered a reward of hundreds of thousands to capture the head of the so-called gunslinger. Then he once again lost three regiment commanders, eight battalion commanders, and fourteen SS district captains.
In fact, Chen Mo wanted to take the infantry general's head as well, but the opponent was hiding in an underground bunker and couldn't escape. He didn't see the opponent after squatting for two weeks, so he could only shoot the opponent's adjutant's head off with one shot.
, quickly escaped under the cover of the Norwegian resistance organization.
Of course, Chen Mo's assassination did not result in retaliation. After learning that one of his subordinates had been killed, an SS flag captain chose to point his butcher knife at Norwegian civilians and made harsh words, saying that if he killed one of his own, the Norwegians would have to pay compensation.
Ten lives.
Then the flag captain suddenly disappeared while out for a meeting. His driver and car were found cold, and he himself was found a week later, holding his little brother in his hands, wearing only a shirt stained red with blood.
wearing shorts and shivering, he walked back to his camp.
The military doctor also saw a warning carved with a bayonet on his back. There was only one sentence on it, I am watching you!
Then there were 13 deserters and 22 sick people in the SS that night. The commander was furious but had no choice but to do anything. After all, they had to leave the building.
The infantry general himself, who had been squatting in the underground bunker for two months and was almost recovering from his psychological shadow, ordered the removal of the bounty on the gunslinger. Of course, this was not because he was afraid, but because a better man came from Norway.
His higher level big shot.
"Your Excellency Schmidt, welcome!"
Looking at the man who stepped off the Junkers 52 transport plane, he was wearing an SS uniform, but his military rank was not oak leaves and general stars, but the terrifying skull and tentacle symbols. His whole body exuded a terrifying aura of being kept away from strangers.
Man, the infantry general himself gave a very respectful military salute.
The other party threw his gloves to the adjutant beside him as if he didn't see it.
"The Führer is very disappointed in you, Your Excellency, so he sent me to deal with matters in Norway!"
