"Doctor Hans, you should be very clear about the consequences of leaving the battlefield without authorization."
In the forest filled with thick fog, the officer wearing a major's uniform gently took away the Mauser rifle from Hans' father's hand and put it in the motorcycle sidecar behind him. Then he slowly raised the pistol and put it against his head.
Son, let the sweat on the opponent's forehead wet the muzzle of the gun that smelled of gunpowder smoke.
"Are we going to let these children die?" Father Hans stared at him, "Major Rudy, accept the reality. We have failed. The most important thing now is to let these children live!"
"Failure?" The major known as Rudy looked crazy at this time, "We will not fail! As long as we defeat those lowly Soviets, Yuan Shu will soon lead us to reoccupy the entire Europe!"
Father Hans looked at the other party with a sneer, "Occupy Europe? Now Berlin can hardly be defended. Are you blind?"
"Anyone who betrays Yuan Shu should die!"
Major Rudy looked at Marco who was standing aside in panic, and the expression on his face became more and more crazy, "Marco, use your knife to kill the defecting Doctor Hans, and then get back to the battlefield immediately!"
Marco shook his head blankly, and subconsciously covered the Youth League saber at his waist with one hand.
"In this case..."
"Bang bang!"
Just as Rudy was mid-sentence, two consecutive clear gunshots came from behind a big tree not far away, and two 9mm pistol bullets accurately hit his neck and temple!
Before the blood mist that exploded from the wound had time to fall, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the big tree, quickly turned his gun and fired a third bullet, hitting the shoulder of the young soldier holding the submachine gun.
Amidst the continuous exclamations and screams, a P38 pistol and an MP40 submachine gun fell one after another, and smashed into the damp weeds along with Rudy's body.
"For the glory of the empire!"
Amidst the heart-rending roars, the member of the Youth League who was still riding the motorcycle frantically pulled out the grenade from his waist!
"Shabi!"
Wei Ran, who originally wanted to save the life of this little kid who had strayed, muttered to himself, then moved the pistol that he had not put down slightly, continued to pull the trigger and fired two bullets, accurately hitting the former's side ribs.
and brain.
"Plop!"
The warm corpse followed in the footsteps of the submachine gun, falling heavily from the motorcycle and hitting the grass. The grenade in his hand rolled to the feet of Father Hans before he had time to unscrew the back cover.
.
"Who's there?!"
Father Hans's movements were not slow at all. He dragged Marco and hid behind the motorcycle. While asking questions, he had already picked up the submachine gun that was holding back the blood.
Wei Ran hid behind the big tree and put the pistol back into the cowhide book. He cleared his throat to make sure he could speak. Then he raised his hands and walked out and responded, "Like you, I also want to return to Berlin."
After looking at Wei Ran's attire, Father Hans breathed a sigh of relief and happily threw away the submachine gun in his hand, "Did you escape from the front line? What's your name?"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and then replied without hesitation, "Victor, I did escape from the front line."
"How's the situation over there?" Marco asked, sticking out most of his head from the back of the motorcycle like a groundhog.
"Not very good." Wei Ran, who had not seen the frontal battlefield at all, shook his head and gave an unmistakable answer in nonsense, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer."
Hearing this, Father Hans also had an anxious expression on his face. He pulled Marco away and said, "It seems we have to hurry up."
"Wait first"
Wei Ran stopped the two of them, took out a box of spare pistol bullets from the body and put it into his pants pocket, saying, "Maybe you can go faster on a motorcycle!"
"That makes sense!"
Father Hans immediately said by analogy, "Marco, go take off that bastard madman Rudy's clothes and put them on. This will make it easier for us to enter the city."
Hearing this, Marco quickly took the uniform and boots handed over by Wei Ran and put them on, while the jacket he changed into was put on by Wei Ran, who was wearing only a shirt.
After Marco hung all the accessories such as the pistol on his waist and put on his hat, Wei Ran, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately started the motorcycle.
"You go and sit in the sidecar."
Dr. Hans pushed Marco to the side of the sidecar and wiped the latter's face with the remaining blood on the motorcycle mixed with the oil near the fuel tank, barely covering up the childishness that was inconsistent with this military uniform, and he
He took the captured submachine gun and sat behind Wei Ran.
After both of them were seated firmly, Wei Ran immediately turned the accelerator and drove the motorcycle forward while asking, "Dad Hans, do you know the road?"
Father Hans stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "I know, just keep driving forward. You can see Berlin city after leaving this forest."
Under the command of Father Hans, Wei Ran quickly left the battlefield on his motorcycle amid thick fog and gunfire, and was finally stopped by a line of defense on the edge of the city.
Before Wei Ran and Marco could open their mouths, Hans' father waved his ID impatiently, "We are going to the headquarters to apply for more troops, get out of the way!"
The soldier in charge of the inspection did not check Marco's ID at all when he saw the Iron Cross Class II on Marco's chest. He stood at attention and saluted with a "pop" sound, and then took the initiative to get out of the way. Marco, who was sitting in the sidecar,
Ke also subconsciously straightened his right hand.
Passing through the blockade almost like a review, the three people on the motorcycle all breathed a sigh of relief. Wei Ran looked at the almost ruined city and the occasional explosions at the end of his sight, and asked in a loud voice, "Where shall we go next?"
where?"
"Keep going along this road"
Father Hans lay on Wei Ran's shoulder and pointed to the street shrouded in gunpowder smoke directly ahead, "After we cross the Moltke Bridge, turn right. We will see a dental clinic in an alley by the river. Let's go
There."
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A look of surprise appeared on Wei Ran's face. He remembered clearly that Mikhail, the owner of the second-class Patriotic War Medal before coming here, was seriously injured while capturing the Moltke Bridge!
"Dad Hans, what day is it today?" Wei Ran asked as he drove his motorcycle through the ruins of a building destroyed by an aerial bomb.
"April 22, what happened?" Father Hans looked at Wei Ran in confusion.
"nothing"
Wei Ran was secretly alarmed. According to historical records, the street fighting in Berlin would begin in three days. It would not be a good thing to stay in Berlin at this time. But in his return mission, in addition to taking photos, he also had to save Mali.
Austria and a Jewish survivor named Mora.
Do you mean to take Mario and Mora out of Berlin within these three days?
Wei Ran looked at the streets around him that had been reduced to rubble by aerial bombs. Berlin was now surrounded. Even if he could escape from Berlin, could he still escape from the Soviet encirclement?
Before he could come up with an answer, two firepower points made of rubble, sandbags and bomb craters appeared at the end of the street. The remaining buildings around had their windows blocked by bricks and stones, leaving only shooting holes.
Facing the street below.
Repeating the same trick, he passed through the firepower point without any danger. After the motorcycle ventured for more than half an hour in the bombed city full of broken arms and craters, it finally passed through Moltke, who was setting up a blasting point.
Bridge. Under the guidance of Dr. Hans, we drove right along the road beside the river for less than twenty meters, and then turned into a narrow alley.
At the end of this alley, there is an inconspicuous three-story building. The top floor of this building has become a ruin, and there is still a solitary wooden door on the remaining wall.
On the barely preserved second floor, all the windows have been blocked with bricks, but the cracks on the wall that are as wide as a fist extend to the ceiling of the first floor.
On the contrary, the first floor is still intact. At least the glass window with a conspicuous red cross painted on it still sticks to its position. And in the open space in front of the clinic, in addition to the rubble and broken bricks piled up in the shape of a tomb,
, there are still a few dusty white sheets hanging on the wire stretched horizontally.
Before the motorcycle stopped, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white coat was already standing at the door, holding blood-stained medical equipment in his hand and looking at the three people on the motorcycle with an indifferent expression.
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