Steel Soviet Union

"As the soldiers of the Führer, we don't have to care about those cowards of the National Defense Force. What does it have to do with us whether they live or die and what they want to do?"

"This bunch of rubbish from the Wehrmacht can only give the Russians an advantage in the end by keeping the oil in their hands. Now all these boneless cowards can think about is how to surrender to the Russians. Only we and the SS can make these things happen." The German army has made full use of its oil wealth, and we will use this oil to continue fighting against the Russians until we fight out and win."

"If those cowards in the Wehrmacht dare to resist, I authorize you and your troops to use deadly force, Scott. There is no way that the cowards who were killed by the Russians and imprisoned in prisoner of war camps can get this news back to Germany." Or you can just shut them all up and become dead. The dead are the ones who can best keep secrets and are the safest. It’s up to you.”

With a gloomy smile on his face, Herbert raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to gently push the frame of the glasses on the bridge of his nose. In his words and deeds, it seemed that he did not regard the group of Wehrmacht troops stationed next door as friendly forces at all. In his eyes, that Just a tempting piece of fat ready to be slaughtered.

"I think what I said has been clear enough. Do you have any questions?"

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Mumble——

Herbert has already said this. If Scott still says that he doesn't understand, he is just pretending to be dumbfounded.

It's just that Scott never thought that one day he would have to do such a villainous job as robbing friendly troops.

Yes, those Wehrmacht troops are a bunch of cowards. They always surrendered casually, had no backbone at all, and could not fight to the end like the elite troops of the Waffen SS. Even Scott himself looked down on these weaklings of the National Defense Forces, thinking that they were spineless and tantamount to cowards, but this matter had nothing to do with going to rob the National Defense Forces who were nominally friendly forces.

If it were normal times, Scott, who was really unsure, felt that he would probably be sent to a military court for trial. If someone really kills someone and kills even a few of the National Defense Forces, not only will the rest of his military career be ruined, but he may also have to be shot. The best outcome is to spend the rest of his life in prison. .

But these are not ordinary times after all. The situation is unprecedentedly special.

What's more, this order was personally given to him by Herbert, who was the leader of the SS superior group and equivalent to the rank of general of the Wehrmacht.

Herbert usually gave Strimmermann a lot of respect, but when he was unhappy and fell out, he didn't even know who Strimmermann was, so he went straight to the Wehrmacht and prepared to rob him. This was actually It has a lot to do with the fact that Herbert and Stemmermann were of the same rank.

Scott, who clearly understood all this in his heart, quickly turned his head and made a final weighing in a very short time. The final answer given to Herbert was a slight nod of approval.

"I understand, General. I know what to do, so I will lead the people and complete the mission as quickly as possible."

Herbert, who had a gloomy smile on his face, smiled and stepped forward and patted Scott on the shoulder, as if to encourage him. But Scott himself felt that the slap was too heavy, and he would soon attack his compatriots with swords and guns. This was completely different from the guerrillas and villagers he led to execute the Russians in the past. Two different things.

After receiving the operational tasks and orders, Scott quickly left the headquarters and came outside the tent. Looking at his SS colleagues in front of him who were urgently mobilizing to make final preparations before the breakout, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. Scott couldn't help but frown.

"You finally came out, how are you? Are there any tasks assigned to us?"

The deputy who had been waiting outside for a long time saw Scott come out and immediately leaned forward to ask questions. Scott, who looked unhappy, hesitated for a few seconds and slowly spoke after a few seconds.

"Get ready to fight with the National Defense Forces. Even if these cowards don't have the guts anymore, they won't be captured. I can guarantee it."

"What? What did you say? What about fighting with the National Defense Forces? Hey, don't leave! I didn't understand. Please explain in more detail. Hey! Scott!"

Scott, who wanted to end this bad job quickly, quickly led his team to set off. The battalion under his command was the main battalion with the highest combat effectiveness in the Valoni Armored Grenadier Brigade. Under the brigade structure, it ranks among the top three among battalion-level combat units, and its losses in previous battles were relatively small. It still retains about 70% of its troops and has relatively complete equipment.

Scott conveyed all the orders to his several company commanders, although his reaction when he heard the news was almost exactly the same as Scott's at that time, not much better.

However, as an SS, this unique attitude of resolute execution of orders quickly came into play. After the initial shock, several company commanders under their command were now mentally prepared and were only waiting for the order to fire.

Scott, who was feeling uneasy all the way, quickly led the team to their destination. The infantry division of the National Defense Force next door, which had been crippled by more than half, was considered a soft persimmon.

Not to mention all the heavy equipment was lost, the casualties were also very heavy, the wounded were overcrowded everywhere, and there was a lack of medical treatment. From far away, Scott could see people carrying the corpses of those who had just died.

"What kind of profit can these poor people get? I'm afraid that if we shoot, we won't be able to get anything in the end, and then our hard work will be in vain!"

Looking at the deputy in front of him, he no longer believed that the group of National Defense Force infantrymen who had been reduced to this situation could still have fuel left in their hands. However, Scott, who was leading the team, didn't think so and could think of more.

"There will always be emergency fuel left. The cars transporting officers and the wounded cannot drive without fuel. There will always be some."

"Then what if they also plan to break out? If the fuel is stolen by them, won't even the officers be able to escape?"

The deputy, who had a good brain, immediately thought of the worst case scenario, but Scott, who was becoming more and more worried at this moment, could not control so much. He only knew that if he failed to complete this task, he would definitely be unlucky. Herbert's gloomy smile made him break into a cold sweat just thinking about it.

"We can't control that much now. We can't protect ourselves anymore and have no time to think about the future of these cowards who want to surrender!"

"I'll take the people over first later, and you can follow behind to keep the troops ready to fight. Let's see if they are willing to give. If not, then we have no choice but to take action. We don't have time to spend time here with them."