Battle of the Third Reich

The truck returned along the original road, and after two forks, Swaynbach asked the driver to stop by a wood.

"Just come here, Greve." Swaynbach opened the door.

"I can send you another way." Greve said.

"No, it's enough, get off." Crent pushed the driver's shoulder.

Greve turned off the car's engine and opened the door to get out of the car.

"According to the previous agreement, this is the remaining one hundred rubles." Swaynbach took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to the driver. Then he took out a box of cigarettes and shook a mouthful in his mouth. in.

"Don't count?" The SS sergeant shook another cigarette and handed it to the driver of Ukraine.

"Will it be wrong?" Greve took the cigarette and smiled and tucked the money into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Of course not wrong." Swainbach also laughed, and he really started to like the little smuggler.

"Sorry, we can't do what we said before. We're going to drive this car." Swaynbach lit the cigarette and handed the lighter to the driver.

"It doesn't matter, it's not my car anyway, but I need to think of a reasonable reason." Greve lit the cigarette and returned the lighter to the sergeant.

"You keep it, I bought it in Warsaw." Swaynbach didn't answer.

"Thank you, comrade sir." Greve was not hypocritical, and immediately put this beautiful kerosene lighter into his pants pocket.

This is not a lighter made of aluminum shells distributed by the Germans, but a high-end carved steel shell, which must be sold for at least twenty rubles on the black market in Ukraine.

"If you are questioned, you will tell the truth." Swainbach breathed out smoke.

"To tell the truth?" Greve wondered.

"Yes, you said that a group of people in the uniform of the Internal Forces stopped you on the highway, and then robbed your truck." Crent had already done it in the cab, he said with a smile holding the door.

"Can I say this? Will there be any problems?" Greif looked at the SS sergeant.

"Except for this, you don't know anything else." Swaynbach drew a Tokarev pistol from the holster while holding a cigarette.

"In addition, if you want to prevent the investigators of the Internal Affairs Committee from being suspicious, you must have convincing evidence." The SS sergeant pulled the sleeve and loaded the pistol.

"Do you usually use your left or right hand." Swaynbach asked.

"What's wrong with the right hand?" The driver's voice hadn't fallen yet, and Swaynbach raised his hand to Greve's left arm with a shot.

"God, you hit me!" Greev collapsed to the ground, screaming loudly covering the wound on his arm.

"Sorry, the gunshot wound will be a strong proof, Grev." Swaynbach retracted the holster and then crouched next to Greve, grabbing the other person's arm to examine the wound.

"Don't worry, boy, my marksmanship is accurate. The bullets passed through the muscles without hurting the bones and blood vessels." Swaynbach patted Greve's shoulder, and then lifted him off the ground.

"What kind of injury can this be? Can't even catch a cold." Klent comforted the Ukrainian with a smile.

"It's okay, all go back to the car." Swainbach drove the special forces who jumped out of the car to the car.

"Listen, the person who grabbed your car originally wanted to kill you here, but you broke free from the other party and fled into the woods. The gunshot wound on your arm is evidence... Go for that wound, the blood will stop soon, you don’t have to press it like this."

"But now it's still bleeding, and I feel the wound hurts, God, it really hurts." Greef said with a sad face.

"You can wrap that cloth first. Do you have a handkerchief on your body? Yes, this is all right. What is it used for?"

"Replacement Foot Cloth"

"...It doesn't matter, you have to come by yourself for this job, otherwise it will cause others to doubt, first pass through this end, bite with your teeth, then turn around again, and then come around from there." Sway Einbach guided Gref to bandage the wound.

"After we leave, you have enough time to round up the whole story. Also remember that when someone asks about this method of bandaging, it is said that your brother taught you." Swainbach supported the co-pilot side The door of the car, the last time he told each other.

"I remember it, Comrade Sir." Grev replied with a nod.

"After some wind has passed, someone will contact you."

"So what are the credentials? How can I tell if it's yours?"

"You will know by then, Grev, take care of yourself." Waving at the Ukrainian, Swaynbach turned and said to Crent, "Drive."

The Steyr truck slowly climbed onto the road and then drove full horsepower toward the west.

"Well, a truck only changed two hundred rubles and a bullet hole..." Watching the Germans go away, the Ukrainian turned to the east side of the fork, but he didn't go far before he suddenly stopped.

"Damn, the goods I brought are still in the car!" Gleb turned around hurriedly, but the truck was gone without a trace.

"We are going home, comrades." Swaynbach opened the partition between the cab and the car and shouted to the soldiers in the back car.

There was a glass blocking it. I don't know if it was the Poles or the Russians who removed the window and replaced it with a movable wooden board.

"Prepare for combat, check your weapons and equipment. Hans and Gwell are in charge of protecting the cargo. Heinberg, you control that Russian machine gun, be sure." Swaynbach looked at the machine gunner.

"No problem, I used this machine gun during training, and the results were quite good." Heinberg skillfully removed the ammunition and set it aside.

The DP machine gun is a classic work of the famous Soviet firearms designer Vasily Jegegarev. Because of its representative appearance, it appeared very frequently in film and television works in later generations. The audience saw the huge shrapnel placed horizontally on the body of the gun. , I knew it was a red army.

In fact, in the arms of the Soviet Union's support to the State Government, there are thousands of Jegegarev DP27 machine guns. In addition to the Soviet armed forces assigned to the State Government, a part of it was allocated to the revolutionary forces in Yan'an.

It is just because this machine gun uses the bottom edge bullet of the Mosin Nagan rifle, which is not copied in China, and it is difficult to obtain logistical supplements, so after almost consuming the ammunition included with the gun, the DP machine gun is from the front line. The troops were withdrawn and transferred to the second-tier troops for training.

It wasn't until the War of Liberation that after the Soviet Union's ammunition was added that these machine guns regained their fighting power.

This kind of machine gun has witnessed the growth of the People's Army. Whether it is double stacking or Shangganling, almost every battlefield has left its unique figure.

"Now you can throw out this mess of things and move the tin box here."

"The machine gun is facing the rear frame and placed in the middle."

"Who has extra magazines? Who needs grenades."

"Take this thing away from my eyes and look at the spicy eyes."

"Go to you, this is Lao Tzu's baby." SS soldiers began to get busy in the carriage, preparing for the final preparation before the battle.

"Three kilometers from the border." Crent held the steering wheel in one hand and pointed at the street sign in front.

"It is close to the fortification zone. From here until the shore, you may encounter Soviet troops at any time." Swaynbach pulled Tokarev from the holster and placed it on the seat, and then under the seat. Crent PPD submachine gun was taken out.

"There are only six magazines, so save it." Crent raised his hand and removed the canvas shoulder bag.

The PPD40 can use 71 rounds of drums, but they carry a PPD34 with 25 rounds. The firepower may not be as good as the former, but the accuracy is definitely higher than the improved version.

Twenty-five rounds of bullets is really a blink of an eye for an automatic weapon with a rate of fire of up to 800 rounds per minute.

"Maybe you can't run out of so many bullets." Swaynbach pulled out the magazine and checked it, then pushed the paddle in front of the trigger guard to turn the gun to semi-automatic mode.

"Attention, there is a roadblock in front! It's a border guard patrol." Crent warned loudly.