About 20 minutes later, the warehouse manager first wiped the M1911 pistol in his hand back into its holster.
Then, the greasy middle-aged man lowered the movements of his hands and feet as much as possible, for fear of disturbing the people in the basement in front of him, and left the place quietly.
What he did was not because there were too many German soldiers ambushing him in that basement.
But he could see it in the half-collapsed basement with air leakage everywhere.
Next to a small fire, a pair of blond siblings were huddled; the eldest sister was about 10 years old, and the younger brother was only five years old.
Just from the looks on their faces, and the little brother who was held in his sister's arms and kept whispering that he was hungry.
The warehouse manager understood the situation in front of him in an instant.
It's nothing more than a pair of orphans who lost their relatives in such a damn war.
If no miracle happened, they would have died silently like two little beasts in the battle to defend Volgograd that lasted for more than half a year.
In such a process and the tragic ending, no one will care about them.
Or in other words, even if you want to do something, you are not strong enough.
Just like the warehouse manager at this moment, the only thing he did was to leave quietly and not frighten them with his appearance; as for rescuing them, how to save them, and how much could he save?
There are too many such examples in such a big city nowadays.
Of the 600,000 civilians stranded in this city, only a few thousand survived the war; it can be said that every family suffered a devastating disaster.
But it’s when I keep telling myself that what I’m doing is right.
All the way to the back, the warehouse manager who secretly retreated still felt an inexplicable sense of aggrievedness in his heart; this feeling made him want to kill someone...
Just like that, full of murderous intent.
After some searching, the warehouse manager finally found a suitable sniping position:
A collapsed floor slab was supported by a concrete pillar lying on the ground; then, a small hole was formed for him to crawl into.
And as long as you lie down inside, the view is quite good; you can just have a panoramic view of the entrance of a German stick camp and the road in front of the entrance.
The only drawback is that such a small hole is actually the kind that leads to both ends.
While making it easier for the warehouse manager to escape at any time, it also allowed the cold wind to quickly take away his body temperature due to constant convection.
Just to vent the fire in his heart and kill more German sticks, the warehouse manager didn't care about such a shortcoming at all.
"Good guy! Finally, we don't have to lie down on the snow that can freeze us to death."
With such a joyful feeling, the warehouse manager quickly got into it and used a broken wooden board to block the hole behind him.
It's impossible to completely block all the wind, but it can be somewhat warmer.
After doing all this, the warehouse manager picked up the weapon in his hand, pointed it at the German camp about 200 meters away, and began to wait patiently for the opportunity to take action.
As for the so-called camp of the Germans, it was originally a glass factory, and now a large number of surviving factory buildings are occupied by the Germans.
Attacks are rarely launched at night, but during the day they use this place as their starting base to attack the tractor factory.
Once he enters such a state, the warehouse manager is like a patient hunter, waiting for his prey to appear as the only thought in his mind.
Even during such a process, the cold wind kept pouring into my clothes.
In addition, his body gradually became cold due to constant loss of body temperature, and his somewhat stiff fingers seemed to have no effect on him.
Like a wooden man, he began to wait motionless.
In this way, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and 1 hour passed.
During this period, in other areas farther away, the warehouse manager could hear one or two crisp gunshots, letting him know that it was other team members who took action.
Or maybe it was German soldiers firing black guns at the defenders of the tractor factory.
But when he looked at the German soldiers outside the position from a machine gun fire point on the opposite side, he had no intention of taking action.
Although the warehouse manager has strong confidence, he can definitely hit the target at such a distance.
Just kidding! As the well-deserved main sniper of the Zhongzhou team, the warehouse manager who especially wants to kill people today must find a big fish before he takes action tonight.
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Around 12 o'clock in the evening, I was lying there like a wooden man in a warehouse, and my breathing through my nose suddenly became a little rapid.
Because after enduring it to this point, he finally seemed to have caught a big fish.
A barrel truck with its headlights on in the dark night, alone, appeared without warning at midnight.
Even more wonderfully, the barrel truck stopped 50 meters in front of the German camp.
The main reason is that the driver has to do this.
It was about half an hour ago when a shell hailed from the Maozi Artillery Position on the east bank of the Volga River landed.
Although it deviated too far from its position and did not cause any effective damage to the German army, it coincidentally blew up a big hole and destroyed the road surface.
At such a late hour in the middle of the night, it seemed that the German engineers had no intention of coming to make emergency repairs.
So the Germans in this car had no choice but to stop at a location about 50 meters away from their home base.
Facing the nearby camp, the people in the car were still very cautious.
Two German soldiers holding MP40 submachine guns first carefully got out of the car, then started to look around with their guns in hand.
After a few minutes of this, they ran to the car door and used their bodies to escort a German officer in a decent coat as he got out of the car.
Good guy! Just in such a posture, you can tell that this is a big fish.
Lower than the rank of lieutenant colonel, he was embarrassed to have such a big pomp; but what he didn't know was that his life would be ruined just 50 meters away.
The warehouse manager took a deep breath and directly pulled the trigger on his fingertips.
After a crisp gunshot, the officer who was hit in the thigh staggered and fell to the ground.
Of course, the result of just hitting the target's thigh was not that the warehouse manager, whose fingers were numb at the moment, missed the target, but that this guy had a greater ambition.
As for whether such ambition would allow this officer to escape? No way.
The moment the officer fell, the two guards around him immediately showed their excellent qualities.
One of them held the MP40 submachine gun in his hand and fired furiously at the general direction where the warehouse manager was hiding. He was not trying to kill his opponent, but just to buy a little more time.
Another guard quickly helped up the officer on the ground and tried to take advantage of this opportunity to escape into the camp.
Even a driver in the car hid behind the car door and fired randomly with a pistol in his hand.
Result?
The guard who was under fire suppressed all the bullets in his hand before he was shot in the head by the warehouse manager.
In the following time, the driver who was hiding behind the car door and the guard who ran to save people were beaten to death by the warehouse management one by one.
The officer who was shot in the thigh was led a few steps away and then fell to the ground together.
Then, in such a cold night, only one officer was left, and the screams from his mouth could be heard far away.