Unlimited Military Base

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“Captain, you are not saying that we can go to the supply station on the third day…” The face of the filling hand appeared in front of Tacote.

“Oh… is it a few days now?” Takot reluctantly opened his eyes and felt his face seem to be stuck with a layer of things. . . . . . Heavy and exhausted.

“Now… the fourth day?” Simon squinted at Otto, who was sullen.

Takot took the map from his hand and looked at it. “Okay, kids.” Takot announced loudly: “We are completely lost!”

Simon bowed his head in frustration and sighed “I know it would be…”. Otto habitually retracted his two eyes into his mouth.

“Simon, come over.”

“How much oil does Tank have?”

“It’s still three days… maybe…..” Simon’s look was awkward.

“Are you sure we haven’t passed here yesterday? How far are we from this village?” Tarcott pointed at the map and looked at the young.

“I, I don’t know… Yesterday was white everywhere, I don’t remember what village we passed by…” Simon looked at Tacote in distress.

“No, you see here, this martyrdom, have we passed the day before yesterday? What… that is… said that we are not on this road at all?” Takot was throwing annoyed Map, but when Takot looked up, from the hatch observation port, Tacote saw the endless white outside.

“Damn! Don’t call me sir!” Tarcotte rubbed his hands on the steel.

“It’s okay, Simon…nothing, this doesn’t blame you. You, go and have something to eat.” Takot regained his usual calm, even though his special heart was more nervous than everyone else.

“Captain…” Otto suddenly raised his voice, and Simon stopped and looked at him: “We haven’t eaten yet.”

Takot’s fist smashed into a hammer, but deliberately did not let the soldiers see it. However, they are already in a desperate situation, the real desperate.

“It seems that we have to find someone to ask for directions…” Takot said almost in a tone of “Ha! Fuck his mother!”, but in the end it was restrained.

“Ask the way?” Simon and Otto face each other: “We don’t know anyone about Russian? How do you ask us how to ask for directions!”

Otto made a mocking sneer: “Hey… ask for directions? This is a snowman nearby…”

“There is! I just saw a haystack there – at least it looks like a haystack…” Simon put his eyes on the cannon’s scope and pointed excitedly at the front.

Takot took a pistol from his waist: “We don’t need Russian, I have this!”

In the eyes of Tacote, he must have flashed the evil he could not detect. Simon’s smirk and surprise told him.

“We still need Russian – if you want to ask for directions? Lieutenant.” The voice of Jain Lieutenant came from behind. Obviously, he is right.

“Jean Lieutenant, can you speak Russian?” Tarcott asked.

“Yeah.” He barely sat up: “It will be a little. I learned from prisoners of war.”

“That’s good, Lieutenant, can you walk?”

“I think so, but you’d better mix me… Hey! Mom!” Jayne struggled to stand up. He waved his right arm and his head but squatted on the roof.

“Bill, Otto, you both stay in the car. Watch out for warnings – I mean the guerrillas. Simon, you are infused with Lieutenant. Let’s go, ask the Russian, and take a look at the meal.” Tacote opened the hatch to prepare to drill out, a large snow fell from the sky, covering his face

The wind hit the snow with the face, it still hurts.

When the Russians lived, the door was knocked open. There was a cry in the wooden house. A bearded Russian old man fell in a pool of blood, and the rest of his family fell on the body. . . . . . It came to hysterically crying.

“Go!” Jayne said in Russian and kicked the Russian boy.

The boy is not very old, maybe even smaller than Simon. He carried the basket, looked back and stared at Jayne with hatred.

Yes, Russian hatred.

He should be the grandson of this dead old man.

“Hold it.” Tarcott handed Jaen Lieutenant’s pistol to Simon: “Have you seen it?” Tarcott pointed to the eyes of the Russian boy in front of him: “This is the hateful look. To destroy hatred…. .. Simon, the only way is to eliminate hateful people.”

Takote stared at Simon’s eyes seriously. Takot knew that he was reluctant, and that Tarcote knew that the pity left in his heart made him suffer every day.

“I am helping you, child.” Tarcott put the gun in his hand, he did not push it.

“Remember: This is the battlefield. It is an extraordinary time.”

Simon is dull! The place is down.

“Go in now. Don’t leave one. The bullets inside are enough.” Tarcott turned and turned his back to him, taking a cigarette from his pocket and covering it with his mouth.

Simon opened the door and walked in.

In the chimney of the wooden roof, a gray smog still rises. That is the fire for the Russians to warm up. If we didn’t show up, now the family should be sitting around the fire, waiting for the women to make dinner.

Takot sent the smoke into Jain Lieutenant’s mouth and then teased the Russian boy with him. Finally, we also gave the boy a cigarette, he was in his mouth! There was no rejection. Takot even fired him personally and said in German: “Please, sir.” Then Tarcott and Jain smiled and admired the smoking boy. The boy coughed up and Takot had to admit that Takot was very happy that the food he had found from the Russian peasant family and the child would be able to solve all the difficulties they faced.

When they did this, gunshots, cries, and shouts came from behind in the wooden house. Finally, everything was quiet, the door was gently opened, and Simon came out.

Takot grabbed the pistol, opened the magazine, and found a few bullets left. Tacote stared at Simon’s eyes, and the young man just looked at the front without saying a word. . . . . .

On both sides are pine trees covered with snow. 2. The raging snowfall blurs the boundaries between the road and the woods. . . . . .

The Russian boy was dull! Looking at the pine trees around him, he found that some trees were even crushed by the combined force of wind and snow. . . . . . There is only one sharp stump left standing there. He has never seen such a huge force in the cold.

The Russian boy has a thick rope around his waist.

The thick rope hit the knot. The rope was pulled straight by the boy’s body. At the other end of it is a German assault gun.

“Sir – this is not right – I mean: This is not right.” Simon observed the Russian boy who had been pulling the rope for a long time from Otto’s sight: “He is taking us to the dead. He is in a circle.” I can tell!”

“He is a good boy…” Tarcott wanted to take a nap on the seat, but he was still woken up: “His family is dead… he didn’t say anything.” …can you be a good boy!”

“Sir! Not that even less credible!”

Tank moved slowly in Simon’s steering direction in the direction of the boy’s rope. . . . . .

“Stupid.” Otto leaned against the iron shell of the chariot in the seat and raised the gloomy face: “He also wants to live. Simon, don’t make a noise, use your brain,” the captain pointed to his own Bald: “Let’s take him to the front and lead the way. If he didn’t take them to the airport, he would have to starve.”

Otto saw Simon still want to argue: “Oh, kid, the Russian child is colder than us…”

He turned his attention to Tacote: “Sir, this child didn’t bring us to the airport… don’t freeze to death.”

“Simon, look, Otto’s considerations are the focus…” Tacote turned his head and looked at Jayne in the corner: “Jean, call the child in Russian. Let me drink some wine.”

On the way back from the Russian home to Tank. . . . . .

“Jean.” Takot continued to smoke: “Do you believe in fate?”

“Destiny?” Jayne sighed and glared at Tacote: “Why ask this.”

“Coinc, the old guy is too clever!” Takot smiled at his shoulder, and Simon was still holding the Russian boy with a pistol. They walked in front and couldn’t hear what we said.

The Russian child was called by Jain Lieutenant in a non-standard Russian. One end of the rope was still tied to the boy’s waist. He ran over and climbed to the roof of the chariot. Tacote was preparing to hand the bottle with only a little wine to the child, always at the driver’s seat. Simon, who was silent, suddenly came over and grabbed the bottle from Tacote and handed it to the Russian child outside the hatch.

The child was almost frozen and his hair and eyebrows were frozen in white. His face is like a piece of frozen meat, numb and hard.

“Come on!” Simon urged him in Russian. This is a Russian language that young people learned with him on the way to escorting Russian children. The child seemed to understand, but he was dull! He took the bottle.

“Captain, please give me a cigarette.” Simon put his head out of the window and held out a hand to wait. Simon looked at Tacote with his eyes in the dark, and Tarcott left his gaze. He took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Simon. The latter immediately stuffed the cigarette into the mouth of a Russian child and ignited it with his own lighter.

Tacote noticed that the eyes around him began to get strange. Takot reached out and pulled the Simon’s roof over the skylight.

Takot called the name of Jain Lieutenant and asked him about the Russian children outside and the distance to the airport. When Tacote did this, Tacote stared at Simon’s eyes with fierce eyes, blaming him for his blatant sympathy for the enemy.

“Simon, don’t forget. He is the enemy.” Takot’s low voice is like an oppression.

“Simon – Why don’t you just ask the Russian to come in and then you go out to pull the car – Ha?” Simon screamed, his voice screaming.

After waiting for the bomber to finish, Otto also started to attack: “Hiccup! Child – this is not a tour group.”

“He is not an enemy! He is just a child!” Simon yelled, his cheeks flushed.

“Enough!” Tarcott’s voice was not big, but the soldiers knew that Tarcott was really angry. “Don’t blame Simon -” Tarcott turned his face to Simon: “We are the ace of Germany. Shouldn’t we be like our own enemy like Friedrich the Great! The true submission of the enemy depends on our wisdom.” ―Not brute force! Simon is right.”

The young loader reluctantly bowed his head and licked his mouth.

“Simon. This is on the battlefield – I repeat it again: this is on the battlefield! It is a very special time! We are always at risk – every resource is limited – don’t give your pity to the enemy – “Russian and I are so ruthless – you can’t hear it!” Takot must severely criticize this! The child, though he deeply understands what is filled with his young heart.

“This kid is not an enemy!” Simon shouted stubbornly, but it looked more vulnerable.

“Listen, Simon! Except your family – your army – everyone is an enemy!” Takot squeaked his teeth.

“I don’t agree. Lieutenant!” Simon called Tacote Lieutenant, as if hurt his heart.

“Then you will agree – Corporal Simon!”

The Russian boy had already returned to the front of the Tank. He stepped forward and dumped his body forward as if he had pulled Maria. Zorn Lieutenant returned to the cabin and watched their confrontation. “Don’t forget that you are a soldier.” He pointed to Simon and said coldly.

It’s really cold outside. . . . . . Tacote retracted his upper limbs from the outside of the car. The skylight was closed by Lieutenant and Simon returned to his driver’s position. Otto smoked something while whispering something. “Mom… nothing is gone. The smoke is full…” The old gunner muttered, lowering the gloomy face. The car was very crowded, and Tarcott bent down and exchanged his eyes with Jayne. He looked very melancholy, but did not say anything. Without the arm of his right hand, Tarcott tried to put his body down. With his right arm support, he turned his heart and turned, and Tarcott returned to Simon.

He habitually pressed the little guy’s artery with his left hand, and he still slept very well. Every time it was only a faint beating, but Takot was very practical.

“Airport, Captain.” Otto’s eyes are still attached to his sight: “It’s the airport, they are here.” He didn’t look back, and he didn’t seem happy at all.

“Where? I look!” Nash ignored the cold and smashed out the skylight: “I really saw the ghost! The Russian children did not lie to the Takot! Airport – guys! We are here! We are saved!”

The dull atmosphere in the car from yesterday was swept away, and Tarcott also drilled the hatch on the top of the car and took out the telescope that had been forgotten by Tacote for a long time. At the end of the pine forest on both sides, there is an open space, and a temporary wooden tower is gradually appearing in the field of vision.

“We are here. Soldiers,” Takot announced. Everyone wore headphones and a cheer in the carriage.

“We are saved!” Simon also shouted in front of him.

“Yes! Simon – we are saved!” Tarcott said in the intercom, the laughter of the soldiers came from the headphones.

“Full speed – Simon! Full speed!” Otto screamed with sorrow, just like people in the desert saw an oasis.

The gear of the Tank gives a humming sound. The engine is fully activated and the noise is increased.

“Full speed! We have to race on the runway! Ha!” Tacote shouted, not disguising his excitement. . . . . .

A Junker 52 transporter unloaded all supplies and ammunition, then loaded one stretcher and prepared to fly away. Those lying on the stretcher were wounded from all over the battlefield.

“Is there still? It’s full! This is the last one today – I said – this is the last one today!” The officer responsible for loading and unloading the wounded opened a hand that the wounded soldier was preparing to climb into the hatch, then Hit the door: “Child, what are you worried about? This is full!”

However, the officer did not immediately order the plane to take off. The three propellers of Junker 52 have been running, but they are still on the ground, as if waiting for something.

“What are you talking about?” The officer in charge of loading and unloading the casualty said to a Lieutenant, a SS armor who suddenly appeared in front of him: “What do you say about your soldier? The sound is too loud, I can’t hear you!”

“He is the Skulls division’s armored assault gun driver! It’s a technical unit. It has the right to leave!” Tacote wore his eye-catching SS black coat and faced a cigarette at the officer next to the transport plane.

“Is he the assault gun driver?” The officer bowed his head and looked at the calm man. His left leg was shot and the skin on his face was purple. . . . . . All this began to make him suspect that it was a feature of freezing death. But he did wear the uniform of the SS armor.

“I am a SS assault gun and Captain Takot. This wounded is a senior technical unit of the SS. There is a priority transfer right.” Takot reiterated.

“The brothers of the National Defence Forces are not so lucky…” Although reluctant, the officer responsible for loading and unloading the wounded still gave in. He opened the hatch and asked someone to lift a stretcher and then put Taco. The “high-level technical unit” of the special captain was loaded onto the plane.

“Working hard, brother.” Takot went to the army and was impatient. He walked away.

“Okay. Can take off – take off! This is the last one today – the last one.” The officer closed the hatch and took two cold bodies. Looking at this life-saving Junker 52 began to move, the wounded people around the crowd began to shake. Most of the wounded were soldiers of the National Defence Forces, and there were many SS infantrymen in the middle. They mourn in pain, cursing, pushing each other… Some people even try to catch the wheels and wings of the plane… They understand that if they don’t leave today, many of them will not have tomorrow. . . . . .

The Junker 52 transport plane flew up at the end of the runway.