Chapter 1491 Fighting with Roommates (Part 1)

Even when he was walking towards the National Defense Forces, Scott was still anxious, scared, and uneasy.

Scott had an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart at the thought of personally leading his men to kill those friendly forces of the National Defense Forces later.

Fear? Or is it fear?

I'm afraid it's a bit of both.

But no matter what, Scott, who had the burden of being unable to disobey orders, was still determined to do so.

If you carry out this order, you may be unlucky in the future, but if you don't carry it out, if you go back empty-handed, you will probably be shot by that madman Herbert! .

Yes, Scott is not a fool. Along the way, he not only thought about how to attack these National Defense Forces, but also considered his own related issues and the affairs of that guy Herbert.

Scott did not think that this breakout operation would be successful, but Herbert's words and deeds clearly did not think so. This guy with a different thinking brain doesn't know what he is thinking now. Scott even feels that this SS general might be a little crazy now.

Yes, Scott is a man who can be fanatically loyal to the Führer, and he will not hesitate to go through fire and water in the direction pointed by the Führer's sword.

But this does not mean that Scott is a fool who does not know how to think. This kind of lunatic can even fall out with his nominal superior commander Strimmermann without hesitation. It is completely wrong to shoot a small character like himself for disobeying orders. Can do it.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, and Scott doesn't want to die if he can live, and he is not prepared to just lie down and surrender to the Russians without doing anything. He wanted to fight for his fate again. No matter what method he used, he did not want to die like this or go to a Russian prisoner-of-war camp to commit suicide slowly.

Since one of them must be unlucky between himself and this group of National Defense Forces, it would be better to let this group of National Defense Forces die and escape early. Let’s wait until the next step to talk about the next thing. It is the right way to solve the immediate problem first.

"Stop the car and come this way!"

Scott, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the barrel truck, had not yet finished the state of random thoughts in his head. From the illuminated border checkpoint roadblock of the National Defense Force camp in front of him, loud signals of waving hands were heard.

"Want to break through?"

The driver holding the steering wheel is Scott's adjutant and most reliable confidant. This man is now sweating on his forehead and even his tone of voice is trembling.

"No, park the car first and do as they say."

"knew."

brake--

The small and exquisite barrel truck, which was as small as a beetle in the army, and the accompanying convoy behind it, followed the instructions of the waving Wehrmacht sentry and stopped at the designated roadblock.

The Wehrmacht sentry, holding the gun belt on his shoulder with his left hand and holding the flashlight in his right hand, took the initiative to step forward, stood in the passenger seat and looked into the car. After seeing Scott's face clearly, he immediately asked questions.

"I didn't receive the notice, what are you here for?"

There was a hint of alertness in the tone of the Wehrmacht sentry's question. Scott was sure that this was accurate. This alone could explain a lot of problems.

"With the warrant issued by General Herbert, I came to your division commander to discuss important matters. It is not convenient to reveal the details. Time is pressing and we will be released immediately."

Scott, who anticipated that such a situation might happen, was well prepared. He took out the handwritten letter given to him by Herbert himself from the briefcase he carried with him, and showed it to the Wehrmacht sentry outside the car window.

Of course, the handwriting was authentic. It was signed by Herbert, the leader of the SS superior brigade and the Viking division commander who was equivalent to the general of the Wehrmacht. It's just that Herbert, who was the initiator of all the conspiracies, had no good intentions from the beginning. He only took this handwriting to facilitate Scott's actions and armed robbery of the National Defense Force, which had been crippled by the Russians.

The Wehrmacht sentry wanted to take the oracle from Scott and examine it carefully. When he reached out to take it, he clearly felt Scott's refusal in his eyes and his unwillingness to give in. If he took it by force, something might go wrong.

The Wehrmacht sentry who didn't want to make the matter a big deal stopped immediately when he saw the situation and no longer tried to take the oracle in his hand to read. He just looked at it carefully for a few seconds with a flashlight, looked at each other in the air, and after confirming the After what was written on it, he nodded and spoke.

"I understand. I'll call to inform you and make final confirmation. If there's no problem, I'll let you go immediately."

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Without the most basic salutes and polite words from subordinates to superiors, this conversation revealed a strange feeling of something wrong from beginning to end. Even if the Wehrmacht and the SS dislike each other and there is a huge generation gap, it would never be like this in normal times.

Scott, who was thinking endlessly in his mind, leaned back and sat quietly in his passenger seat, silently watching the back of the sentry carrying a Mauser 98K rifle and holding a flashlight towards the sentry box, preparing to make a phone call. Zhong took out the cigarette case he had already held in his hand from his pocket, gently took one out, put it into his mouth and lit it.

"This is going to be a problem. The atmosphere is not right! These guys from the National Defense Force are obviously on guard against us. Even if they make a phone call, they will never let us pass."

Scott was not the only one who could sense that something was wrong. The adjutant in charge of driving also smelled the same smell and nervously muttered to himself to remind Scott who was standing aside.

"Shut up! I'm not blind, I can see it! Be careful not to be overheard by the defense forces outside."

Scott, who was gulping at the words, sounded surprisingly calm at this moment. His sharp eyes, like an eagle hunting for prey, instantly swept across the other several Wehrmacht soldiers standing guard outside the car window, giving them a panoramic view.

Four riflemen, two submachine gunners, plus an MG42 general machine gun team of two people set up behind a simple bunker on the right side of the guard box, plus the idiot who went in with a rifle on his back to make a phone call, the total strength of a squad does not count. trouble.

After a few long puffs, Scott had smoked down his cigarette to just the handle. He focused his eyes on the bastard who had just finished the phone call and was walking out of the guard box towards him. No. The left hand used to holding a gun has gradually moved towards his waist.

"I'm sorry, please go back. Our division commander is not here right now, and no one can make this decision. You can come back at another time."

Scott, who was not surprised at all by this result, grinned and threw the almost-burnt cigarette butt in his hand and flew to the side along the car window.

With his free right hand, he took out another document with unknown content from the briefcase. He held it up in front of his eyes as if for final confirmation. After taking a look at it twice, he then smiled at the Wehrmacht sentry who was still waiting outside the car window. Open your mouth.

"Then please pass this to your division commander. This is a very important document and he must see it in person."