The squad leader held a fully loaded submachine gun and slaughtered the enemy's wounded with a ferocious look on his face.
The entire ammunition stock had been used up, and only a dozen or so of the enemy were still alive. This man's actions shocked the paratroopers present, and then everyone relaxed and began to clean the battlefield.
The special killing mode of the grenade determined that it would not cause serious damage to firearms. The soldiers untied the dead bodies' armed belts and took away the usable weapons, especially their rifles.
Some soldiers also noticed the three half-track armored vehicles. Unfortunately, the front pneumatic tires of these unlucky vehicles were blown out in the explosion. Many soldiers felt that after suffering such a blow, they could no longer use such vehicles.
vehicle.
However, when someone dared to sit in the driver's seat and press the switch, the car still moved freely. It seems that the function of the front wheels is only to control the steering. The crawlers at the core of its power will not be easily blown up.
break.
The seizure of three half-track motorcycles and the dump truck behind them was really an unexpected gain. Because it was the first time for these paratroopers to see the Germans have such a new vehicle. The good soldiers laughed happily and drove
Motorcycles show off their riding skills.
"Hey! Those people over there, stop playing! Drive the car over here and put the loot in it!"
In fact, this is the first time for Reichev to see these vehicles. He will not be surprised. Seeing that the soldiers can drive well, there is no need to wait. The captured firearms, ammunition and German helmets must be taken away as soon as possible. It seems that these
Special motorcycles are very good at moving in complex terrain. In this way, after the ordnance is moved away, the car can drive back and continue to carry flour bags.
The soldiers couldn't wait to carry out the battalion commander's order. Because of the strong sense of freshness and the excitement of driving, the soldiers began to throw things on the motorcycles and dump trucks. After the cars were quickly filled, they were driven by soldiers, dexterously.
Went into the forest.
On the other hand, the soldiers who stayed at the scene also fully understood that the guerrilla was completing the "cleaning up" of the enemy's wounded for themselves.
In the end, even the few enemies who were not injured were bound to die under his gunfire.
After the team leader Ivaniko fired all the bullets, he returned to Rechev with a ferocious expression.
"Report sir! The bullets...the bullets have been fired. I must eliminate those enemies who are still alive. Please give me new bullets."
From this person's face, Reichev also felt a kind of terror.
Yes, this person is obviously venting his desire for revenge that has been suppressed for a long time. Maybe their guerrillas have not had a joyful experience in killing the enemy in the past year.
Reichev clasped his hands behind his back and asked: "Let's not rush to deal with the last enemy. Let's talk about you first. Do you feel comfortable?"
"Yes! I am so lucky, so I can avenge many relatives and friends who died. Especially those wearing black hats!"
"It's just those puppet troops."
"Yes, they are the vanguard of our encirclement and suppression. They killed many of us. Now, I have avenged my wife and children! Next, our guerrillas will join you. Right!"
Reichev nodded: "Yes, you will be incorporated into the militia, and those who perform outstandingly will be incorporated into the regular army."
"That's great! You have completed the ambush. What will you decide next? Continue to attack the city?"
"Of course!" Reichev looked at his watch. There was still half an hour until seven o'clock. "There are still thirty minutes left. We will launch the attack at seven o'clock sharp!"
"Then, our guerrillas present will also be incorporated into your battle order. Let us also participate in the battle."
"You? No need! Our attack today is just a feint for the real war. You just need to obey my orders."
Saying that, Rechev put away the man's gun and pulled out Tokarev from his waist.
"Here, there are still a few traitors to our great motherland. It's up to you to execute them. Go and take revenge!"
If it weren't for military discipline, the paratroopers would have taken no prisoners, especially the traitors, who would have been eliminated on the spot. A guerrilla who was still an outsider became an executioner very well.
The effect of the intensive bombardment with grenades was tragic. Only seven of the three platoons of puppet troops were left intact. They were able to avoid the fragmentation barrage because they cleverly lined up on the railway track. However, they would eventually die.
They knelt on the ground, covering their heads with their hands, and were surrounded by a group of Soviet soldiers with loaded guns.
It was too late to wail and pray for anything at this moment. Now that they have become puppet soldiers, they have the awareness to face the current situation. They did not say a word, and they all knelt down simply with their eyes closed. Behind them was the squad leader Ivar.
Nico.
He remained silent, with a distorted expression and an angry bullfight. He aimed his gun at the back of a traitor's head and shot him dead. Then, the second and third...
It wasn't until the last one that his anger finally turned into a roar: "You traitors who kill women and children, go to hell!"
He fired up all the remaining bullets and completed the execution of all the traitors. With his eyes as fierce as death, he stared at the last five German prisoners of war who were scared to death.
"Okay! Now that you have taken revenge, give me the gun." Reichev said loudly.
The squad leader returned the gun, pointed at the Germans and asked: "Sir, what should we do with these people? Should we also eliminate them?"
"No need!" Reichev shook his finger, "They will be put back."
"What? Did I hear it wrong? Put it back?!"
"Yes, put it back. Of course you have reasons for your doubts, but they must return to the city to report the news. Because the fun has just begun."
Reichev's words were too intriguing. The squad leader guessed that this must be a strategy set by a more senior Soviet officer, so he shut up and watched the officer's further work.
Reichev walked up to these frightened Germans and took a closer look. Judging from their immature faces, these German soldiers were in their early twenties.
"You are so pathetic that such a young person was tricked into the battlefield by Hitler." After muttering to himself, Reichev asked a soldier in the team who could speak German to come over and translate.
The German soldiers knew that they were still lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They fell into self-restraint and sat on the ground one by one, looking up at this group of Soviet soldiers wearing regular earth-green uniforms.
In order to stabilize his mood, the soldier who translated immediately stated: "Our officers will not kill you, but will put you back."
The German soldiers were speechless. Did they deliberately release prisoners of war? They had killed everyone else, so why did they let themselves go? They were very worried that once they really returned the same way, the Soviet army would probably shoot them in the back. However,
What else can they believe at this time?
After further brief questioning, the group of German soldiers explained their strength without hesitation.
One thousand people. The total strength of the garrison in the city is one thousand people.
The enemy's words were surprisingly consistent with the confession of the guerrilla squad leader. In this way, Rechev completely understood Pu.
The five German prisoners of war must be put back. Reichev further explained: "You guys go back now and tell your commander that the Soviet Red Army from Pripet Swamp has surrounded Loev. We will
Contribute to the city and wipe out all of you!"
The German soldiers were forcibly pulled up and disarmed, wearing only German steel helmets.
They were kicked and beaten away by heavily armed Soviet soldiers, and then they began to run wildly.
"The enemy's machine gunners will never wipe out these people. Next, it's my turn to attack!" Reichev stopped dawdling and looked at his watch. There were only ten short minutes until the agreed seven o'clock.
"Oops, we're wasting too much time here!" He yelled: "Comrades! Hurry up, let's move to the western edge of the forest and prepare for shelling!"