Steel Soviet Union

Back to half a minute ago, Enkel, the first-level Assault Group Captain at that time, was still giving orders to his adjutant, busy inspecting the battlefield, cleaning the positions, and seeing if there were any SS soldiers who had any valuable discoveries or things. They were also busy working on their own, and no one was aware of the turbulent danger lurking under the undercurrent.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuah!"

"Huh? What sound."

The short SS soldier holding a Mauser 98K rifle heard a strange sound. The sound seemed to come from a trench not far away. It sounded like, well, a bit like a field hospital. The dying struggle sounds of the unlucky guy who is about to die. It seems that even his throat is blocked by blood clots and he can't utter any decent words at all.

"Hey! There's something going on over there, listen carefully!"

"Huh? Over there?"

Sensing that something was wrong, the SS soldiers stopped their search and marched forward. They stopped their brothers and comrades who were a few steps away and stopped together. They raised their ears and listened carefully in the direction of the sound. .

"Woo-wu-wu-"

"Huh? There was really some sound. It sounded like someone was shouting and his mouth was blocked."

It is possible that only one person heard the sound due to poor ears, but now both living people heard the weird sound, which cannot be explained by terms such as "auditory hallucinations" explained.

"Come on, let's go over and take a look. Be careful, it might be a living Russian!"

The Russians who were hurriedly running away abandoned the seriously injured people they could not take away on the battlefield. This was completely possible in the eyes of the two SS soldiers at the moment.

After all, those Russian guys can throw away their precious tanks and leave them on the battlefield. What else can't be left behind? Leaving behind severely wounded soldiers who are delaying the march is a routine operation during retreat, and there is nothing incomprehensible or unreasonable about it.

One person has a Mauser P40 in hand.

The two SS soldiers who cautiously stepped forward, one from the left and the other from the right, quickly ducked to the location where the sound was heard. However, they suddenly discovered that a group of cautious SS soldiers had also emerged from the blind spot at the corner of the trench at the end. The familiar faces of the soldiers silently told us that we were all soldiers from the same division.

"You also came here following the sound?"

The group on the other side of the trench was the first to ask. He didn't know the other person's name, but the rifleman who just felt familiar nodded. It seemed that he was not the only one attracted by the sound.

"Okay, let's see which unlucky guy is able to survive until now.

As early as the beginning of this abrupt conversation, the common answer the two groups were looking for had actually been revealed.

A junior SS officer whose face and rank could not be seen clearly was lying on the ground. What was strange was that this guy with arms and legs and no apparent injuries was just lying there, with his whole face down and buried in The soil kept making painful groans that were not like human beings.

Who is this guy? What happened to him? Why didn't the Russians kill this unfortunate guy before they retreated? Just leave it here and ignore it?

There were more than one or two people with such doubts in their hearts. An SS rifleman who walked forward cautiously was very vigilant. Even when he came to the unlucky guy, he still did not dare to take any actual action. , the unspeakable strange feeling made him subconsciously look back behind him for the last time.

"Turn him over and see what's going on! Follow my orders and prepare to shoot!"

The little SS leader who led the team was very vigilant. Everything that seemed strange made him think that the guy in an officer's uniform facing the earth might be pretending. A half-dead Russian might have put on his own military uniform and prepared to give him a last resort. This has happened in the past, so we must pay attention and be vigilant.

The rifleman who got the final answer from his commander had the courage to take a step forward. He felt that with so many comrades around him, there should be no problem in covering him. If the Russian was really pretending to be deceitful, he would definitely beat this bastard as soon as possible. A hornet's nest.

He wouldn't even have a chance to raise his hand, let alone use a weapon to kill himself, if all this was really what he imagined.

"Hey, can you hear me? Can you answer me?"

The slightly raised right foot gently touched the guy who was facing the ground, but what followed was not an answer, but just a whimpering and humming sound that was the same as before.

"Huh, I hope nothing happens."

The rifleman, who failed to get any useful answers, had nothing to do. The only way was to turn the unlucky guy with his back to him and see what was going on.

His right hand continued to hold his Mauser 98K rifle, and his other left hand slowly left the gun body and placed it on the opponent's back.

The moment he touched the clothes on the other person's shoulders, he could clearly feel signs of being alive in his palms.

This sign is the temperature of life and the trembling of living flesh. The rifleman who noticed this situation no longer hesitated. Wouldn't it be a pity to die like this if he was really one of his own? At least we have to save people quickly. Even the Russians might be able to pry something useful out of their mouths. ,

The left hand that was holding the shoulder suddenly pulled back hard and turned outwards. The man in the SS officer uniform who was lying on the ground immediately stood up like a salted fish and lay on the ground, his back facing the sky. .

The rifleman guessed correctly. This was indeed one of his own. He was even an acquaintance: the deputy commander of his infantry company. In the last wave of offensive assault, he was directly judged to have been killed because he failed to return to the team when counting the number of people after retreating. He died on the outskirts of the October State Farm under the control of the Russians.

If only the person was still alive and could still be saved, then the rifleman should be shouting with surprise and shouting to his comrades to come and help, but this is obviously not the case. Instead, there was a look of stagnation and horror. He was almost instantly scared to the point of peeing, and even couldn't say a word.

The guy who was beaten half to death and whose head was swollen like a pig's head not only had half his life left, but his mouth was also stuffed with a ball of smelly socks that someone took off his feet. The whining and moaning sounds may not only be caused by pain, but also by the strong smell of feet that can be smelled even from two meters away.

What's even more terrible is that the action of turning the unfortunate guy over has already brought catastrophic and terrible consequences. There were more than a dozen German standard M24 grenades strapped from his chest to his abdomen, and the fuse had been pulled. The terrifying scene of white smoke could almost scare the faint of heart on the spot. The soul is gone.