Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 305: Mad Wolf (12)

“Damn it, why didn’t I find it just now!”

“I was blocked by the woods, what should I do now!”

“Keep calm, just drive over.” Sweinbach patted his deputy on the shoulder, then turned his head and shouted at the men behind: “There is a roadblock set up by the Soviet border guards in front. At that time, everyone has to react accordingly.”.

The officers and soldiers of the werewolf forces have all received systematic special agent training. Compared with the early Brandenburg forces, they pay more attention to actual combat capabilities, so in theory, they can be classified as special forces or They are seen as an enhanced version of armed spies.

“Understood, Sergeant.” The soldiers answered in unison.

“Is anyone scared?”

“No, sergeant.”

“Very good!” Sweinbach was very satisfied with the mental state of his men.

“Stop slowly, Krent. Also… keep smiling.” The SS sergeant reminded him, and he inserted Tokarev back into the holster around his waist.

The distance was close enough to see each other’s faces clearly. A border guard sergeant wearing a gray winter coat, waving a red traffic sign in his hand, directed the truck to slowly stop in front of the roadblock.

“Get out of the car, Comrade Lieutenant National Security.” The sergeant walked to the co-pilot’s side and saluted Sweinbach.

“No problem, Comrade Sergeant.” Sweinbach put the PPD on his seat, opened the door and jumped out of the car.

“Please show your credentials, Comrade Lieutenant National Security.” Seeing the blue brimmed hat, the border guard soldiers on the side of the road couldn’t help lowering their muzzle.

“Okay, Comrade Sergeant.” Sweinbach smiled and took out his officer ID from the inner pocket of his coat, and raised his hand to the sergeant.

“The 236th Independent Guard Battalion of the Internal Affairs Forces, Lieutenant Andrei Yelmakovic Nazar”, the sergeant lowered his head and turned over his ID, then looked up and compared the photo.

“Any question? Comrade Sergeant.” Sweinbach asked.

“Ah, no problem, comrade Lieutenant National Security.” The sergeant handed back the certificate to Sweinbach, and then offered a military salute again: “It’s just that this road has been blocked. Pass here.”

“But we have an urgent task.” Sweinbach put the ID back in his pocket.

“Sorry, this is an order from the command. We have just arrived here.” The sergeant shrugged his shoulders, expressing that he was helpless.

“It’s really unlucky. I knew we should start earlier.” Sweinbach glanced at the Maxim 1910 machine gun on the carriage on the side of the road, then took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket and shook out a cigarette in his pocket. On the lips.

“Do you have a fire on your body, comrade sergeant.” Swainbach touched his pocket, and then said to the sergeant.

“Here you are, Comrade Lieutenant.” The sergeant touched the pocket of his coat and took out a box of matches.

“The weather is really good today. If it snows like the previous two days, you will suffer.” Sweinbach struck a match and lit the cigarette, then handed most of the remaining pack of cigarettes with the match. Paid it back.

“What a shame, Comrade Lieutenant.” The sergeant took the cigarette cheerfully.

Ordinary Soviet soldiers have a monthly ration of 100 grams of tobacco, which is the legendary Mohe tobacco, which has become a Red Army tradition.

Everyone actually knows that cigarettes are easy to smoke, but you have to pay for it yourself, which was a big expense at the time.

The Red Army troops stationed in Poland can buy some locally produced cheap cigarettes. These Polish cigarettes are just casually changed to a Soviet-style brand and sold to grassroots Red Army units. The problem is that in the eyes of the soldiers of the Red Army, the quality of Polish tobacco leaves is not as good as that of the Soviet Union.

And what Sweinbach took out was a carton pack of White Sea Canal cigarettes. Even though they were in short supply in the Soviet Union, they were only distributed to the officers in the Red Army.

The white sea canal cigarette has Soviet characteristics. It does not have the filter tip of European high-end cigarettes. Instead, one end of the cigarette is not filled with shredded tobacco, and a section is deliberately empty, and then a thicker layer of cigarette is wrapped on the outside. Paper forms a cigarette holder made of paper.

This kind of cigarette is as powerful as other Soviet cigarettes, and it doesn’t make a mouthful of smoke when you smoke it, so it is very popular among Soviet middle and lower-level officers.

It should be said that although they are also under the management of the People’s Committee of the Interior, the treatment of the internal forces is much better than that of the border guards. In the sequence of the Soviet state apparatus, they belong to the privileged class like several types of technical arms.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you, but you can go around from the west, comrade lieutenant.” Under the envy of his subordinates, the sergeant pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and then put the cigarette case into his coat in the pocket.

“Do you know what happened before?” Swainbach breathed out a smoke ring.

“I’m not very clear. I just received a call from the camp, saying it was an order from the regiment.” The sergeant struck a match and lit the cigarette.

“You are here from Zabinka, Comrade Lieutenant.”

“How did you know?”

“One of my cousins ​​is now serving as a sergeant in the 236 Independent Guard Camp. You may know him, Murasov Nikolai Matavovic.” The sergeant threw the matchstick to the ground. Stretched his foot and ran it.

“Well, I don’t know, but it seems to have been mentioned.” Sweinbach brushed the soot.

“What’s in the back of the car? Comrade Lieutenant.” The sergeant asked with a hand behind him, smoking a cigarette.

“Ah, there is nothing, just some…” Sweinbach said, turning around and looking at the carriage. The moment he turned around, the SS sergeant quickly pulled out of the holster. Tokarev.

Before the other party could make any response in the future, the cold muzzle was already against his forehead.

“It didn’t have to be this way, Comrade Sergeant.” Sweinbach pushed his gun forward.

“When did you start to be suspicious, Comrade Sergeant.”

“The White Sea Canal you brought was out of stock a month ago. And Matavovic is not a sergeant, but a lieutenant staff officer of the camp.” The sergeant replied calmly.

“This is indeed a mistake. I will learn from it.” Sweinbach said with a smile.

“I advise you to immediately lay down your weapons and surrender. Unknown spy, now the border and surrounding areas are sealed by us. You and your companions can’t escape.” The sergeant was not afraid, but instead Began to persuade the opponent to surrender.

“Really? Comrade sergeant, then we can take a look.” During this period, he really saw too many opponents like this, and he deeply respected the bravery and perseverance of these people. So as usual, the SS sergeant pulled the trigger of the pistol without hesitation.

Immediately after a torrent of gunfire rang out, the scene was instantly enveloped in a light blue smoke.

The cold wind quickly dissipated the smoke, and the entire squad of Soviet border guard soldiers had fallen into their own blood.

The frontier guards are all ordinary infantry, equipped only with Mosin Nagan rifles. Although they were prepared, they were caught off guard by the Germans.

The biggest mistake these border guards made was that they didn’t check the car. The blue hat made them less vigilant. They never thought that there would be so many enemies hidden in the car.

The four-wheeled cart they were riding in was equipped with a Russian-made Maxim without a shield, but the gunner and the sub-machine gunner didn’t even have time to fire a single bullet, so he was overturned by random guns into the vehicle.

“How did you find that he had a problem? Sergeant.” Krent asked Sweinbach while searching the body of the border guard sergeant.

“His hand quietly gestured behind his back, but the soldier’s eyes behind sold him.” Sweinbach wiped his hand with a piece of cloth. The shot was shot too close, blood and brain splashed. On the body of the gun and the back of the hand ~IndoMTL.com~ put the corpse on the carriage, and then push the carriage to the bushes over there to collect the ammunition from the corpse, don’t forget to bring the Maxine. “Sweinbach gave orders loudly.

“What should we do now, the border has been sealed off.” Krent took the pack of cigarettes from the sergeant’s coat pocket.

“Do you know what General Clausewitz likes to say best?”

“I don’t know, war is a continuation of politics?”

“Not right.”

“The purpose of war is to destroy the enemy?”

“That’s not right, Krent…If you find that there is no way, just kill one.” The SS sergeant raised his face and looked into the distance.

“This… you actually made up this.” Krent looked at the monitor sideways.

“Yeah, you saw it through.” Sweinbach inserted the cleaned pistol back into the holster.