Chapter 2829 Mutation Breeds (Part 2)

"Oh, an order? I was just thinking about when you would take out your gun, that's good——"

Snapped--

The German lieutenant, who looked at the gun and the person in front of him coldly, without any fear on his face, snapped his fingers, and an even more unexpected scene ensued.

After hearing the order, more than twenty Wehrmacht soldiers, armed with guns and loaded, immediately stood up. Instead of leaning against the wall or sitting lazily resting on the ground, they immediately assumed a concentrated fighting posture, holding the weapons in their hands tightly. All of their guns were pointed at their former company commander without exception.

"Put down the guns! You guys, put down the guns! Are you going to rebel!? Are you crazy!?"

The company commander who dared to take the initiative to draw his gun obviously had a backer, and it was not a reckless move.

Those are a few "chain dogs" whose names alone are enough to scare ordinary German soldiers half to death and make people hate and fear them. Now they are military police sent to supervise battles and maintain battlefield discipline.

After all, there are too many able-bodied soldiers who have been forcibly captured to replenish the army. Talking about military discipline and military glory with these people is pure fucking nonsense. If we don’t strengthen some strong supervision and management measures, it really won’t work.

Just like the current emergency situation, you wouldn't even dare to think about it if you put it aside, right?

However, the company commander and the military police supervising the operation all guessed one thing wrong. These people standing behind the company deputy were not rookies who were easy to bully.

"27 people, a total of 27 people standing behind me now."

"None of them are rookies who were forcibly recruited into the army. At the latest, they were veterans who enlisted in the second half of last year. Everyone has a life on their hands."

"All of us unanimously decided to get out of here, out of the control of this fucking bullshit! Fuck fighting for the Führer, I am fighting for myself now, all of us are the same. We are willing to die and ready to fight for ourselves. It is a fate to die generously, and it is still a death to continue to be at the mercy of the Nazis anyway, so it is better to die as you please. "

"What about you? Are you ready to die? Old man. If we fight against you, you and the few people you have left have no chance of winning, and even those chain dogs behind you have no chance."

Facing the dark muzzles of the former comrades and soldiers on the opposite side, he looked directly at the entire row of MP40s, STG44s, and even an MG34 with drum magazines in the front.

The company commander, who neither put down the pistol in his hand nor showed any intention of retreating, kept his expression unchanged. He just stared at the all-too-familiar face of the old man in front of him and asked questions.

"You are a trustworthy person, Mueller. Why did you become like this?"

"Why am I like this? Ha, what the hell are you talking about!? I want to ask you, how the hell did you become so stupid and indifferent?"

He did not give his good brother in front of him who was still pointing a gun at him any chance to answer the question, and even more ignored the chain dog military police behind him who was also pointing a gun at him. The furious company officer could no longer suppress the negative emotions in his heart and began to run into hysterics on the spot.

"In 1943, we were thrown into the damn Russian mud pit together in 1943! During the muddying period, we pushed the cart and played games with the Russian mud. Neither you nor I will forget it."

"From that time on, all we heard on the radio were all kinds of fucking victories and great victories. Stalin's ass was almost kicked into eight pieces, but the only thing we didn't see was the Russian tanks. I believed this nonsense! Countless The Russians are just popping out of the ground and they are fighting more and more. You and I rely on mutual encouragement to "kill more Russian soldiers and the situation will get better." Don't tell me that you have forgotten it. "

The company commander, whose face remained calm and whose heart did not beat, remained cold and stern, and immediately blurted out an emotionless answer.

"so what?"

"So how the hell did any of these bullshit actually count!?"

"100 Russian tanks were wiped out, and the Russians were defeated. This is what we heard from the loudspeakers and the radio; then the next day, two hundred or three hundred Russian tanks and tens of thousands of Russian soldiers came to kill you. I was flushed like shit in the toilet, and I even lost one of my boots.”

"Poland is the graveyard of the Russians, it was said on the radio, and then Poland was lost; the Zero Heights was a sausage grinder for Russians, or it was said on the radio, and then the Zero Heights disappeared; now it's Berlin's turn Well, they said that the Russians were beaten to death by us in Berlin, and we would decide when to release the Russians from Berlin depending on our mood.”

"Ha, hahahaha, puhhahahahaha-"

"I, I, laughed so hard that I shed tears, you know? They treated you like a pig, a fool, and you just fucking did what they wanted! Well, it's up to you, I can't control it, but I don't I’ll keep you company, I’m not going to play any more!”

"I worked for those Nazis for three years! Three years! I've sold my life for three years and I still haven't come to them to pay for my wages! Whoever wants to do it will do it! Marshal Paulus and all the generals in the photo They are all alive, and they have been to Poland and the places where we were stationed. It is clear in the photos! If anyone can still believe this nonsense, it is really hopeless!"

"This war is coming to an end. Marshal Paulus is right. I should save my life and make plans early. I still have two daughters and a wife to support! It doesn't matter even if I take them out of Germany, but the prerequisite I must live! Anyone who dares to stop me will die!"

Thanks to your Nazi propaganda machine, which was in full swing during the early Battle of Stalingrad, you went all out to create all kinds of overwhelming news about "the Sixth Army's victory" and "Paulus is the God of War". .

Even if it ends in embarrassment and the incident is never mentioned again, it is impossible to delete what has happened from a person's mind. Paulus has essentially become a household name throughout Germany and even in the German-occupied areas. It can be said that everyone knows and knows it. Speaking of which, it really depends on the credit of your Nazi propaganda machine.

The whole thing is that Malashenko is here, so I have to say a sincere "thank you".

Although I have never actually met Paulus in person or heard him talking to me, I have seen Paulus’s photos in newspapers countless times and heard Paulus’s voice on the radio. I have never forgotten it to this day. .

The moment he heard the sound coming from the plane and saw the overwhelming photos, the company officer was very convinced that Paulus was really alive and could not be wrong.

And the Nazi propaganda machine once again lied shamelessly, and the insane Goebbels once again deceived everyone, using more than one new lie to patch up the old lies that could not be rounded up. Suo was ignited and exploded.

Anyone who finds this difficult to understand just needs to think clearly about one question: Who can endure three full years and more than a thousand days of bloody battles of life and death, all for damn lies and deception in the end? The purpose of the last lie is to get you to risk your life. So if you don't copy it, why are you waiting for a hammer? Are those two things in my crotch a piece of shit or two pieces of garlic?

Being killed by the Russians is death, being deceived by Nazi lies is death, and being shot to death by a chain dog's gun is death.

Anyway, death is inevitable, so isn’t it good to die as you please and according to your own ideas?

Wow——

There was no more unnecessary nonsense. Before he finished speaking, the company officer, who had just recovered from the hysteria, had already pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist. With the exact same posture as each other, they pointed the gun directly at the person in front of them who was pointing the gun at them.

"I say it one last time, get out of here! I don't want to kill you, don't force me to do it."