Chapter 1500 You are in the first grade and I am in the fifteenth grade

"We can't stay here, the casualties are too high! We need heavy fire!!!"

"Retreat, retreat! Get out of the range of tank fire, quickly!"

The Wehrmacht infantrymen, who didn't even have a half-track armored vehicle on hand, quickly retreated. Launching an infantry charge in front of the heavily armored and powerful Black Panther 2 was almost pure courting death. There is not even a bunker to hide in this unobstructed bullshit empty battlefield. Are you tired of charging with 75mm high-explosive bombs and machine gun barrages?

"Mission accomplished! Those cowards of the National Defense Force have retreated, and it's time for us to retreat too! Evacuate according to the planned plan. The first platoon will retreat last, and the second and third platoons will go first. Hurry!"

Herbert sent a fully armored company and an infantry company to respond. In fact, this was the maximum reinforcement force that Herbert could mobilize.

The remaining main forces are making final preparations for the upcoming breakout operation. For the simple reason that one move can affect the whole body, Herbert does not want to let these unprepared troops participate in the battle. If something goes wrong, This can cause big problems.

But even if there is an armored company and 9 medium tanks, if these 9 steel-framed big guys stop there and turn on their firepower, it is still not something that the National Defense Forces with nothing powerful at hand can fight against. Understand. The complete defeat of the Wehrmacht was doomed from the moment the SS reinforcements arrived.

Seeing that the National Defense Forces could no longer withstand the firepower and retreated, the convoy on their side was also evacuating in an orderly manner in accordance with the order. 【】

Anticipating that there would be no more emergencies, Scott left the bunker where he was staying, called out to the troops who had stayed behind with him, and ran straight towards the SS armored troops not far away. Head to the rendezvous.

Before Scott could get even closer, he saw what looked like a commanding Panther in the distance with its roof open. The commander was leaning his upper body out of the turret, directing the infantry around the tank to retreat quickly. , Scott, who didn't think much at all, ran forward without saying a word.

"Hey, I said oh my God! It's you, Herman!"

"Huh? Scott!?"

As soon as Scott ran to the tank, he looked up and saw the face of the tank commander standing on the turret. That all-too-familiar face was none other than Herman: a Viking with the same military rank as himself. Level assault captain. In the recent days of fighting together, they have been working together a lot, and the two of them, who have only known each other for a short time, are currently on good terms with each other.

He saw a surprised and somewhat surprised Scott standing next to the car, looking up at him. Herman, who also looked surprised, quickly regained his composure and spoke in response.

"This is not a place for small talk. Those cowards of the National Defense Force may come back! How is your people evacuating? We have to get out of here, the sooner the better!"

Herman, who only knew that he was coming to pick up someone but not his good brother, now only wanted to leave this place of trouble and trouble.

Hermann was always worried that while he was busy fighting against the Wehrmacht, what would happen if the Russians who took advantage of the situation came over? It would be okay if they could temporarily turn their guns around and speak in unison, but I'm afraid that the garbage of the National Defense Force who are already planning to surrender will turn their elbows outward.

If you help the Russians clean up your own SS, it will be fun.

In Herman's opinion, this possibility cannot really be said to not exist, it can even be said to be quite possible!

"We are already evacuating! I asked the oil truck to leave first. The following vehicles will carry some important food and medicine and leave immediately! Which way are you going to evacuate? Do you want to go over and join us?"

Scott felt that it would be safer to have armored troops accompany the convoy for protection. Herman, who understood what Scott meant, gave the answer without hesitation.

"No problem, we will evacuate with you! Hurry over there and get in the car! Hurry!"

The so-called boarding of the car naturally meant that there was no place for Scott to sit in the car. Being able to sit behind the turret of the Black Panther 2 and hitch a ride on the engine compartment was already enough to give him dignity.

The fast-moving SS infantry quickly got on the car and lay on top of their own Black Panthers. The black smoke-belching steel monsters carried their own infantry and began to evacuate quickly, leaving empty those in the distance with their hands raised. The National Defense Forces, who were still observing the battlefield situation with binoculars, jumped in place angrily.

"These rubbish of the SS! They can even kill one of their own! I want the Führer to know about this and accuse them!"

"Head of state? Ha"

It was obviously different from the tone of the man who complained angrily and threatened to bring this matter out to make a big fuss. The voice in reply seemed a bit desolate, sad, and mixed with self-deprecating helplessness.

"You'd better think about how to tell Stalin this matter more reliably. Soon we will no longer be German soldiers, but prisoners of the Russians. These bastards of the SS knew this before they took action. Otherwise, why do you think they didn’t act earlier?”

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Although the words were hard to hear, it was hard to hear a single reply that could make someone choke on the spot.

But it’s helpless, this is reality, nothing more.

It is a very cruel and realistic tragedy. Even if you are beaten or betrayed by friendly forces, there is no explanation for it. After all, you are about to surrender, have already planned it, and have clearly violated the orders of the Führer. Now, do you think of asking the Führer to "justice" you, the Russian quasi-prisoners? What did you do early? Don't you think this is a little funny?

For the National Defense Forces, who had just been beaten and were unable to fight back, the fact was so cruel. In the end, all you can do is break your teeth and bleed a mouthful of blood, and you still have to swallow it in your stomach and endure it alive.

It seemed that he was unwilling and always wanted to take revenge on this gang of SS soldiers who had tricked people. The angry voice just now quickly organized his words and spoke again.

"Then what should we do? Just forget it? Just watch these SS bastards walk away and say goodbye? I can't swallow this breath. This is so cowardly!"

As far as the Wehrmacht is concerned, is there really no way to retaliate against the SS?

In fact, there is, and it has already been thought of by the guy with a very calm tone.

But if this method were to be revealed, it would be much crazier than what the SS just did.

"Of course there is a way, it just depends on whether you are willing."

"What can I do? Tell me."

He put down the telescope he was holding and thought for a moment. After thinking about how to express it appropriately, he finally said it slowly.

"Inform the Russians and tell them that the scumbag Viking Division of the SS, which does all kinds of evil and kills innocent people all day long, is right next door to us. They just fought a battle with us and stole oil and supplies, and are preparing to break out and run away. "

"Believe me, there are people who hate these rubbish SS men more than you. The Russians will come all the way to crush them to nothing."