My Third Empire

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When Cook found the captain, the situation was already very bad. There were gunshots in all directions, and obviously the Germans were much larger than they estimated. And this German army is not the same as in the past, the marksmanship is more accurate, the firepower is more fierce, and the tactical cooperation is more skilled.

"Retreat! This is no ordinary German devil!" The captain's shoulder was shot by a German sniper in the dark. After a simple bandage, the blood still oozed out. Cook and the deputy captain on the side asked about the situation before they knew the trouble. Big.

The side of the village was blocked by German machine guns. A sniper was responsible for covering the machine gun position. The captain just took the lead and wanted to break through from here. He was shot in the shoulder. A fire has already ignited on the other side of the village. There are no news for the dozen or so guerrillas over there. Apparently it should have been killed by the Germans who have sneaked into the village.

This was a planned attack and it was very well arranged. Cook protruded half of his head, looked at the Germans around the corner, and found that these Germans were wearing spotted camouflage blouses, and the helmets on their heads had camouflaged branches and weeds. They moved very quickly. Several guerrilla guards outside the village were taken out, and they began to attack the village.

"These Germans are not easy to deal with!" Cook withdrew his head and suggested to the captain who groaned around him: "Don't gather the troops, how much can you run!"

He stretched out his hand, ignoring the captain's pain and moaning, grabbed the captain and carried it on his back, then handed the gun to the deputy captain, and began to run to a fairly quiet place. Twenty guerrillas followed him. Behind him, lest he run a step slower.

The battle soon ended, and the gunfire gradually subsided. A German captain ’s leather boots stepped on the body of a dead guerrilla, watching the dozen captives kneeling on the ground with their hands raised.

"Kill!" Listening to these captives' begging for mercy with great interest, there was no trace of mercy on the captain's face. He is here to kill, he is here to destroy. As one of the most elite special forces in Germany, with the codename "Mountain Charm" personally named by the head of state, his captain feels that sending himself to deal with these Polish guerrillas is really overkill.

Following his order, the world seemed to be cleaned up after a burst of gunshots. The captain looked at the surrounding forest and walked back into the quiet mountain village with his hands. Walking on the streets here, looking at the Polish locals who bowed their knees, these elite German soldiers looked dismissively.

Suddenly, the German captain stopped and then bent down, picked up a picture from the ground, then raised his mouth and smiled softly. Immediately he handed the photo to his deputy: "Find out this girl, and then ask her, where is this guerrilla man named Cook."

"Understood." The deputy nodded, and then walked away with several soldiers with guns. After a while, the girl in the photo and her family were caught in front of the German captain.

"Sir! We don't know who this cook is, really don't know." The girl's father was pressed by a German soldier and begged loudly: "Please beg you to let us go! We really don't know!"

The German captain nodded and handed the photo to the pale-faced girl, and asked very gracefully: "I know you don't want to lie, I also know that you must know this man named Cook ... if you don't want you 'S family was sent to a concentration camp, you better tell me everything you know. "

"This man grew up in the village. After the village was occupied by Germany, he came back once and then went with the guerrillas. Today they are here for the first time, I know so much." The woman stared at the handsome The German captain replied.

"It seems that you didn't tell the truth." The captain looked at the girl's parents and said with a sneer: "Your daughter said yes, and you lied to me that you didn't know, this is to support the guerrillas against the imperial rule."

"I tell you everything I know. My parents really don't know anything. What else do you want?" The girl struggled and torn between the two German soldiers, but couldn't break free. She roared like a fierce beast, staring at the elegant German official with red eyes.

The captain looked at the girl, still looking calm: "You are cooperating with the empire, so you can live, and your parents are not cooperating, so you have to be executed. The thing is so simple, who told them not to know at first?"

"You bastard! You must not die!" The girl scolded sharply.

"In this war, no one can live forever. We are just choosing and giving ourselves a gorgeous way of death." The German captain seemed to be intoxicated by his words. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the violent Polish girl , Continued: "When I graduated from college, I wanted to be a poet, but the head of state hoped that I could be a killer. You see, life is so full of unsatisfactory, so it is more exciting to live."

"Boo!" The girl's mother, the middle-aged woman's cry, ended with a gunshot. The beautiful Polish girl shuddered in despair, as if her strength had been pumped away, and she suddenly became quiet.

"I beg you! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The girl's father still begged, but his begging was also terminated with another gunshot.

Walking to the Polish girl, the German captain tilted his head a little and looked at the wooden girl carefully, then shook his head regretfully: "Don't waste it, you still have some time before the two teams come back ..."

A group of strong men from the German special forces smirked. They pulled up the girl who had fallen to the ground and dragged into the room next to it. Within a few moments, the hysterical cry of the girl and the German soldiers' unbridled laughter came. .

"In this sinful war, no one lives forever. We hummed the song, carried the bayonet, and killed all the unconverted people, we were fierce, we were cruel, we were the pride of the heads of state, we were shameless, we were proud, we It was the executioner and the lich, and when peace came, we died in the last second of the war. It was so nice ... "The German captain still hummed softly with his hands and walked towards the village entrance step by step. Behind him, one house after another was lit, cries and gunshots sounded again, and another village will be erased from the map.

Cook and the captains who fled the guerrillas, of course, were deliberately released. Following these Polish guerrillas are 20 purebred German shepherds, as well as 40 German mountain special forces responsible for the aftermath.

These people closely followed these panicked guerrillas. They were more familiar with the mountainous terrain than their opponents, and they were more adapted to everything in the jungle than the Poles who grew up here. They can roughly grasp the opponent's body shape and speed from the broken branches. They are good at distinguishing footprints, more proficient in hunting and searching.

Soon, these German special forces discovered Cook ’s hidden camp, and soon they started attacking from all sides, and soon they escorted Cook and the injured captain back to the village of Tar, which had been turned into flames. .

There, Cook saw a trace of a lover who had died long ago, and saw her body thrown into a burning house and burned to ashes like other bodies. He silently watched everything happen in front of him, and watched his enemies fiddle with his old-fashioned camera.

"This thing is good, I can give it to my boss. He likes to collect these gadgets, especially those with blood on it, he prefers it." The German captain fiddled with the camera for a while, and then placed it on the table. , Walked to Cook.

"You are Cook, even if you don't speak, I know that you are the master of this picture." The German captain took the picture and shook it in front of Cook's eyes with a hint of playfulness: "You accidentally lost After the photo, I knew you had a woman in this village ... In order to see your unwilling look, I deliberately ordered the slaughter. I like being hated, because it means that I really hurt the enemy's heart! "

He raised his head while speaking, ignoring Cook's flashing eyes, and continued: "Maybe you think I am cruel, think I am an executioner ... but you also have to kill people, when you are against the German recruits in the transportation convoy When we fired, did you ever think that they were also children of a certain family? Did n’t think of the father of some of them? "

As he said, he took out a blank piece of paper from his jacket pocket and threw it to Cook who was pressed on the ground by German soldiers. The piece of paper twirled and fell in front of Cook. It was a crayon drawing with a crooked twist on it. German soldiers, and an ugly little boy.

"A letter from a 4-year-old boy to the head of state. His father died in a ditch beside Highway 47. The guns you fired, the burnt cotton clothes, and the car parts ... The 4-year-old kid cried and asked Yuan Chief for his Dad, the head of state felt very sad, so he asked me to deal with this matter, and now you know why I started to be so vicious? "The German captain said coldly:" Do n’t treat yourself as a victim, we occupy your country, You come to attack us again, we will come back to revenge more viciously-very simple logic, right? "

"You are invaders!" Cook raised his head in tears and stared at the German captain. "You are the devil! You can never occupy this land belonging to the Polish people! It can never be!"

"Even if we failed, I would have died long ago, and that wasn't something I had to worry about." The German captain waved his hand and said, "This is the end of the chat, hang him, and hang his body at the entrance of the village!"

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Sorry, I forgot to set the regular update when I went out today, so I was so much late, worrying everyone, Long Ling is very sorry ...