A few gunmen were coercing a dozen people to move towards the Soviet ambush. Judging from their lax appearance, Balzen probably posed no threat. On the contrary, this group of people was completely unaware of the imminent danger.
The second platoon leader counted and said to Balzen: "There are five gunmen in total, two are Germans, and the other three may be our people."
"Damn it, our people are all enemies now!" Balzen held up his hat and pulled out the dagger from his waist.
Looking at the posture, the second platoon leader immediately asked: "Company commander, this group of people broke away from their main force, do you mean to stew them in a pot?"
"No! We still have to look for opportunities. Have you ever seen three or two tigers annihilating an entire herd of deer? We only need to capture two or three people, such as those loggers."
There were more than thirty Soviet troops in ambush. They evacuated the ambush site without leaving any clues.
The enemy had penetrated deep into the forest, and the Germans were pointing at a few trees and giving orders, and then an axe-wielding man stepped forward and slashed at the thick trunks.
Balzen saw clearly that this group of people was deliberately cutting down thick trees. The white birch and red pine in the forest were abundant, and their texture was strong and easy to process into wooden boards, which was perfect for reinforcing the trenches.
Some big trees had collapsed, and some people sawed off the trunks. Others, with their bare hands, began to walk back in groups carrying the trunks. This place had become a logging factory.
Balzen was still biding his time. He didn't want to alert the enemy and lead to a violent exchange of fire.
But a German soldier seemed to notice something, and his body became obviously unnatural. The man suddenly squatted down, pinched the dust on the ground, stood up suddenly, and chatted with another soldier.
"Oops, what happened to them? Did anyone leave anything behind?!" Balzen was startled. At this moment, the German had already taken off his rifle, pointed the gun around and murmured a few more times. Two
The gunman came over.
They were whispering to each other, and then five people, including the axe-wielding man, were apparently asked to explore the way forward. Directly in front of them was the ambush of the Soviet army!
"Damn it! It was finally exposed! Comrades, prepare to fight!" Balzen could no longer care about so much. The RPG players in the second row were already ready to take away the enemies in a wave. This was the last trump card. While the situation was still going on,
Until it can be controlled, the battle will be resolved with cold weapons.
Balzen held a dagger in his mouth and abandoned his luggage at this moment. A dozen Soviet soldiers would fight lightly, using daggers, rifles with bayonets and hatchets as weapons.
There were only five of their enemies, and they walked a long way cautiously. Because of the cover of the woods, they had already distanced themselves from their large army. If at this time a rifleman fired a hearty burst,
These five people will be killed immediately.
The Soviet army wanted to capture someone alive, so a dozen people hid sideways behind tree trunks and waited for the opportunity.
It was at this time that a burst of muttering in Russian confused everyone.
"The Germans are asking us to die again! They found traces of guerrilla activities and asked us to investigate. After a while, they will kill us all, including you." An axe-wielding man muttered viciously.
"Guerrillas? A bunch of trash! Are you still afraid of the guerrillas? But they are just as much trash as you! You are all just Stalin's dogs."
"Dogs? You are just German dogs now. Does it make being a German dog more noble?"
"Shut up! Do your job, or I will kill you now!" A gunman replied.
These five people all wore very similar clothes and spoke Russian, but their positions were completely different.
Balzen stood behind the tree trunk not far from the enemy, with a vigilant eye sticking out and seeing everything clearly. The situation changed slightly, for example, the three axe-wielders visibly clenched their wrists, and he knew that this was brewing anger.
The Soviet soldiers were about to take action. Balzen quickly stopped everyone's attempts to kill the enemy and made some simple arrangements.
At this time, the three axe-holders also stopped moving and stayed where they were.
"Hurry up! Or I'll shoot you!" A gunman simply put the muzzle of his gun against the back of a person's head, but was unable to let him move even half a step forward.
When the other gunman saw this, he was so angry that he hit one person on the calf with the butt of his gun. The person immediately fell down, and then violently punched and kicked him. He also cursed: "You are lazy! Slavic pig."
!Make you lazy!”
This insult was extremely disgusting. Balzen noticed that his man's face was unusually ferocious, so he ordered to wait.
At this moment, fearing that the anger of the ax wielder had finally reached the critical point, the man with the gun pointed at his head suddenly turned around, and in less than half a second, the logging ax was rounded.
The person behind him struck a critical blow with such force that it seemed to be able to chop down a tree directly. The head of the gunman was chopped off directly, and blood spurted out for ten meters.
The headless corpse fell, and the axe-wielding man immediately picked up the fallen rifle. Now it was the other guy who was still beating people, and it was his turn to raise his hands.
"Now! Action!" Balzen simply shouted, and fifteen Soviet soldiers suddenly came out from behind the tree trunks where they were hiding and surrounded these people.
The four people who were still alive were stunned. No one expected that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind!
The only one with a gun, he was still wearing a Soviet cotton coat. The giant he saw was a man in the same uniform as himself, and his face was the same. There was a five-pointed star sewn in red cloth on his hat, and he hung on his chest.
The medal is very heart-warming!
He immediately asked with a smile on his face: "You! Who are you? Are you the Soviet Red Army?"
But what waited for him was not a reply, but a shot from the butt of a gun.
All those holding guns and axes were disarmed and beaten unconscious indiscriminately.
The soldiers did their job neatly, and Balzen was very satisfied with the result.
"Well done everyone, now tie up everyone and take them away. We have to interrogate them."
The soldiers obeyed the order and acted immediately. The second platoon leader pointed to the headless body on the ground and asked: "What should we do with this guy? Should we collect the body? Find a place to dig a hole and bury it? Otherwise, I'm afraid if they see the blood and body,
You will think that this is the guerrillas, that is, we did it."
"No! If we collect the corpses, it means we have been here." Balzen flatly refused, "We didn't kill anyone in this emergency at all. It was the group of loggers and gunmen who fought on their own. We don't want to touch the corpses. Germany
People will eventually think this is internal strife."
"It makes sense. We have to continue to ambush here to observe the enemy's situation and collect intelligence!" After that, the second platoon leader personally helped the soldiers pull away the unconscious man. 8