Battle of the Third Reich

Sergeant Smachel found his previous worries justified. At the very beginning of the review, the big captain standing in front of him completely and completely blocked his sight.

And no matter how hard Sergeant Smachel hardly tried, the strong and sturdy body in front of him could not move even a half-centimeter distance.

"Long live the heads of state! Long live! Long live Germany!"

The big man is more appropriate than slogan shouting.

That's not counting, this huge guy made such a horrible noise while waving his strong arm thicker than Bismaller's calf, so the thick and hard elbow He kept moving in front of the door of Sergeant Smyschel who was unfortunately standing behind him. If the clever driver kept the necessary vigilance at all times, it might have already caused a sad bloodshed.

As the ceremony proceeded, Sergeant Smychel felt worse and worse, and the screams of the fanatical officers around him continued to hurt his sensitive hearing system. Even more frightening is that the poor driver’s fragile tympanic membrane was continuously hit by the same pressure on his respiratory system.

Smyschel's body is not short among ordinary Germans, and can be regarded as a kind of upper middle class, but this is also limited to ordinary Germans.

And now, the officers around him are not ordinary Germans. These officers who have been carefully selected to stand here, each have a tall and enviable physique, Smyschel can only be regarded as among them. Little dwarfs.

Due to the massive secretion of adrenaline, the temperature of these excited officers rose sharply, coupled with the scorching sun in France in summer, the crowds pushed hard, and Smyschel, who was below the average sea level, felt that his breathing began to change. Becomes more and more difficult.

"Captain! Captain!"

Smacher felt that if he did not immediately leave this situation, his end would be very bad. He had no choice but to launch a self-help action immediately.

"what's up!"

The big captain finally woke up from the abnormal state after being beaten on the shoulder dozens of times. He turned around with a full stomach of dissatisfaction and looked for the guy who dared to disturb him to pay tribute to the idol, and the result came into his eyes. It was a twisted face pale and sweaty.

"You, are you uncomfortable? ... Sergeant."

The big man was taken aback by the appearance of Smechel, and he quickly turned to hold the sergeant who now seemed to be hanging at any time.

"Ah, what happened?"

"Why is this so, do you live well?"

The officers around also noticed that the situation here was full of inquiries.

"Let's break up, let's take him aside and find a medical doctor."

The big captain shouted loudly.

"No, no need, Captain. I just have difficulty breathing."

Smaller's weak answer, he pushed away the big man and grabbed his arm by the hand.

"Captain, will you be able to switch positions with me? You are taller than me, and I won't block your view."

"Are you really living? Sergeant?" the lieutenant asked, frowning.

"Yes, I have to see the head of state anyway. I'm just a little hypoxic. If you let me go to the front row."

Smachel felt much better now, because the officers around him gave some space.

"Okay, sergeant, you stand in front and tell me if you are still uncomfortable."

After thinking for a while, the big guy immediately agreed to Smyschel’s request. He was also unwilling to miss the opportunity to see the head of state for this unexpected reason. He understood Smyschel’s mood. After all, this opportunity is very rare. Besides, this sergeant is only on his chest and should not affect himself.

Smyschel was pulled into the front row by a big man, breathing in the fresh air. Smyschel now has a feeling of rebirth. He turned back and thanked the captain with a smile and nodded, while the tall captain Just smiled and patted his shoulder and continued to work on making noise, and the swing of the arm was greater than before, and the sound was louder, because Xu Jun and his men had already appeared In his vision.

"What a kind officer."

Smachel took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling a lot of recovery, he settled in, and then began to look around curiously.

He didn't see Xu Jun's team. An armed military policeman two meters away just blocked his perspective, but he doesn't care about it now. Anyway, the head of state will definitely pass by in front of him.

Looking at the welcoming crowd around him, Smyschel, who had just recovered, could not help being infected by the warm atmosphere, and he began to shout slogans with those officers and waved his not strong arms.

In the line opposite Smyschel, several officers raised their arms in a straight line to raise their hands, which made Smysher a little curious.

In 1940, the German Army was generally more conservative. Few officers would perform this kind of German National Socialist Party ceremony among the general public, even if no matter how firm a Nazi party member is in the army, the general situation is only Standard military salute.

Smachel remembered that the head of state was not only the marshal of the army but also the leader of the German National Socialist Workers Party. Perhaps these officers wanted to express their loyalty in this way.

But in the middle of a waving arm suddenly appeared a row of arms that were standing still and raised high. This view was a bit weird. Smachel could not help but glanced at the opposite side curiously. The thought was that he saw a face that made him remember in the crowd opposite.

"That **** guy was here!"

After being punished by the serious and cold gendarmerie lieutenant colonel, Smyschel's mood was extremely depressed. It was completely the **** lieutenant of the gendarmerie who could not figure out where he had offended this guy to frame himself like this.

But when he looked back carefully, he lost his temper. Smyschel felt as if he was too much, and it could be said that everything was asked for by himself. Moreover, the other party is an officer. Unless the general is asked to negotiate, otherwise he is a loser wherever he goes, and he believes that he has not been able to invite the general to come forward so big face, so he can only admit that he is out of luck.

But now when Smachel found that the Gendarmerie Lieutenant was standing in the opposite crowd like nothing else, only five meters away from him, his extinguished anger suddenly rose again.

If it were not for the circumstances now, Smyschel really wanted to rush directly across to find the **** liar to have a good theory.

Smacher stared fiercely at the Gendarmerie Ensign. He suddenly felt something was wrong. By the way, the badge, the military police lieutenant took off the military police badge, and he also replaced a soft top combat cap.

"Is he also drawn by the idiot director? It is impossible, even if there are no more people, there will be no problems with the gendarmes responsible for security work. There must be a problem."

The savvy driver began to pay attention to the culprit on the opposite side that made him suffer.

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant didn't seem to find his driver staring at his driver. His attention seemed to be on an armed military police standing in front of him. Although the officers around him were fanatical, he just stood there quietly, barely leaving the military police.

Seeing this scene, Smyschel further strengthened his view that there must be something wrong with this military police lieutenant. I don't know why, the rumors about British spies I heard from my colleagues jumped out of Smyschel's mind.

Could it be said that the person in front of him is a spy from Britain? Smachel felt cold all over his body, and his breathing became difficult again. It must be the case. It was a spy disguised as a sneak-in. Smyschel quickly sorted out his thoughts and came to the conclusion that thrilled him. He found a British spy.

This must be the case, otherwise the guy will not confuse his car number. He must have been collecting intelligence from the generals at that time, and this guy took off the military police badge in order not to reveal his identity and mixed it with the welcome crowd. It’s really cunning enough to hide your place more than the chaotic crowd.

It is a pity that he met himself, the sergeant Smyr Sheriff. The thought of a British spy falling into the hands of his little driver is exciting. Perhaps the head of state will award himself a medal for this matter, and he can become a hero. Smasher couldn't help but start thinking a little.

but. . . . What to do if you judge wrong, if the guy just sneaks off the post and wants to see what the head of state is doing, if you offend the chain of dogs for this, your end will be very very miserable, when the time comes Even the general might not be able to protect himself.

Just as the shrewd Sergeant Smychel struggled between the shining medal and the humble labor camp, the crowd around him suddenly burst into a huge cheer, and he was making difficult choices. Sher was startled.

"Long live the heads of state, long live the heads of state!"

The enthusiasm of the officers around him rose sharply, and Xu Jun, with his generals, was slowly walking towards Smacher.

"Your Excellency...No, no..."

There was a horrifying thought suddenly emerging in Smyschel's mind. . . . He quickly turned his gaze and looked towards the Gendarmerie Lieutenant.

Everyone was happily cheering, but the second lieutenant stood there coldly, his eyes still staring at the armed military police standing back to him facing the passage, and Smyschel saw it in the second lieutenant's eyes. This kind of chilling look is a cold eye that ignores everything.

Although he was not the object of the other person's gaze, Smyschel felt that his heart had been frozen by the cold eyes, and even his body suddenly became stiff.

"Assassin... That guy is an assassin!" Smershall's heart appeared with a creepy expression. The look of the Gendarmerie Ensign made him determine his thoughts, that is not the look that should appear here, it was the look of a soldier looking at the enemy.

"Assassin... Assassin..."

Smachel was completely frightened by his discovery. Now he felt his body tremble like autumn leaves. He wanted to reverberate around, but he found his voice seemed to be choked by something. In the same way, no matter how hard he tried, he could only make a sound comparable to a newborn kitten.

The crowd was still cheering, and everyone focused their attention on His Excellency, who was walking slowly. Smachel stood blankly in the crowd. He knew that he must repay now, but his body seemed to be out of control. He couldn’t even utter a word, and he only watched the assassin slowly. Put your hand in your arms.

"He, he is going to draw a gun, there must be a pistol there."

Smachel looked at the hand slowly drawn out of his arms in fear, and it was then that Smacher's eyes faced the assassin for the first time.

Seeing Smachel standing opposite, the Gendarmerie Lieutenant froze for a moment, and the coldness in his eyes turned into surprise for doubt.

"Assassin...mean British assassin."

At the moment when he saw the other person's surprised eyes, Smyschel felt something cracked in a corner of his body, and he felt a shock like an electric shock all over his body, and then he found that the power returned to himself.

"Hurry and grab him!"

Smechel shook his arms sharply and yelled at the Gendarmerie Ensign, who had never thought he could make such a loud voice.

"Catch him quickly, that man is an assassin!" German sergeant Smyschel shouted.

Time is still. Although it sounds ridiculous, Smyschel did feel that after he shouted that sentence, everything around him was still. Everyone kept the movement of the previous second, staring blankly at themselves. At that moment, the noisy crowd around them suddenly became silent as if they were cast a spell, but the welcome team in the distance Cheers are constantly erupting, and against this background, the atmosphere on the scene becomes more strange and abrupt.

"Assassin, grab the Gendarmerie Ensign, he is an assassin!"

Smaller shouted eagerly again. The eyes of the crowd around him began to turn in the direction of his fingers.

"Assassin, Assassin, the Gendarmerie Ensign, he wants to attack Yuan..."

Smechel's cry came to a halt, and he found that the Gendarmerie Lieutenant's hand had been stretched out of his arms, but he was holding not a pistol he expected but a silver cigarette case.

Could it be that I made a mistake and it's over, everything is over now. . . . Smechel's heart was suddenly cold, and he found the second lieutenant's eyes filled with shock and doubt.

At this moment, Smachel discovered that everything around him started to move again.

The first member of the gendarmerie was the first to move. After the initial shock, he seemed to wake up violently, and looked at Smachel’s eyes with the cold cold light that he had seen before.

The second lieutenant's fierce hand threw the cigarette case, and then quickly stretched his hand back into his arms. This time in Smyschel's eyes was a ppk pistol with a brilliant blue metallic luster.

Less than a second before and after the Gendarmerie Lieutenant completed this entire action, Smyschel could only swallow a spit, and the Gendarmerie Lieutenant was already armed. That kind of smooth movement can make the most discerning shooting instructors shut their mouths. This military police lieutenant obviously has received very strict training.

"catch him!"

"Quickly stop that person!"

"Quick protect the heads!"

"Be careful, he has a gun in his hand!"

The officers around also saw the pistol in the hand of the Gendarmerie Lieutenant, and they had already turned over all their weapons before attending the welcome meeting. It seems that the sergeant’s notice is true, and that person is indeed a Assassin, this can't help but make all the officers around cry out in panic.

At the same time, the Gendarmerie Lieutenant had raised the pistol, and his first aim was not to stand at the head of the empire less than a meter away from him, but to an armed gendarme standing in front of him.

The officers who saw this scene felt a burst of anger. This guy was so bold and arrogant. Does he think that the officers present are blind. But the head of state is still within the range of this assassin's shooting, and he has no time to consider these insignificant issues.

Several officers standing next to the Gendarmerie Ensign immediately rushed up immediately after the initial shock. Four or five strong men violently held the Ensign in his arms, two of them tightly Grab the lieutenant's hand holding the gun, and point the pistol desperately into the air.

"Quickly let go..."

The lieutenant struggled desperately, but under the threat of four or five strong officers he had completely lost his ability to move.

And while this military police ensign was subdued by the officers, an incredible situation happened.

When Smachel gave the first report, everyone on the scene was stunned. Even the armed gendarmes were just stunned and left at a loss for the time until Smacher issued the second report. Only then did the armed gendarmerie who stood upright in front of the line react.

After all, these military policemen are not full-time head guards. It is okay to manage military discipline normally. In case of such emergencies, it is a bit difficult for them to make correct judgment immediately.

By the time the armed gendarme closest to the Gendarmerie Ensign recovered and turned to face the Ensign, the other person's muzzle was almost on his forehead.

But before waiting for the armed military police to understand what happened, the second lieutenant was quickly subdued by the four or five officers around him. But no one expected it at that time. When everyone felt relieved, the armed gendarmerie, who was almost headshot a few seconds ago, suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.

I saw the gendarmes violently pulled the mp38 bolt on his chest, suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of the head of state. At the same time, an armed gendarme standing opposite him, in front of Smyschel, also carried a submachine gun towards the German head of state ten meters away.

"Stop them!" It happened so suddenly that even the fastest responding officer could only make a scream.

Immediately afterwards, the bleak shot suddenly rang.

Xu Jun and his team stopped when Smyschel's exhausted whistle sounded. The generals were all stunned by this sudden incident, and several quick-responding generals began to hurry from The guns were pulled out from the holsters, but the slightly slower ones were still staring blankly looking around to figure out what was going on.

Dogen reacted quickly at the moment when the shouting sounded. He yanked his Mauser pistol from the holster, and then quickly blocked Xu Jun in front of him.

Feng. Brauchi's response was not slow, he also pulled out his Luger pistol, and then looked carefully in the direction of the shout with his pistol in hand.

The general’s adjutants basically responded well. They pulled out their respective guns and guarded around them and tried their best to block their respective officers.

However, those civilian officials were not as courageous as those officers. Among them, the most unbearable ones had rushed to the side of the crowd, preparing to drill into the group of officers at a glance.

Just as Xu Jun jumped around beside Xu Jun, the military police lieutenant over there was already pressed by four or five big men on the ground. But before the generals could understand what was going on, the two armed military police rushed towards Xu Jun with mp38.

"Be careful!" Feng found that the situation was not good. Brauchi shouted loudly, and he pulled Xu Jun's arm backwards.

Things changed too suddenly. Although the two sides of the passage were full of officers, they were all astonished by this sudden scene like the generals. No one knew what to do at that time, and no one thought of intercepting the two. Obviously full of malicious gendarmes, everyone watched dumbfounded as the two gendarmes with fierce glances ran towards the head of state with a submachine gun.

Just when the officers finally reacted and wanted to stop the tragedy, the terrible gunshots had already sounded. The two armed military policemen began to shoot at the standing head and the stunned generals at a distance of less than five meters from Xu Jun.

"Head of State! Lie down!"

Yoder had fallen to the ground before the two fierce military police began to fire, and the savvy Chief of General Staff had a very keen sense of danger.

As the gunshots of fried beans sounded, everyone on the scene, including the officers around, quickly lay down and evaded, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

"End" This is Feng. Blauchy was pushed by Xu Jun to the only thought in the back of the brain.

"Germany, it's over!"

Feng. Brauchi looked up and looked at the wide back of Xu Jun, who was still standing upright against the muzzle of the two gendarmes continually spitting flames.

"Germany, it's over!"

This was also the common thought of many generals present at the time. They could not believe that this would be true. Germany had lost two of its most outstanding leaders after winning the greatest victory in his history. No country could bear such a blow.

The officers who lay down all around stared blankly at the scene in front of them. The head of the empire, the German **** of war and his adjutant stood upright facing the two submachine guns blazing with flames, surrounded by or lying Kneeling generals, this scene is more magnificent than all the legends they have heard.

Facing the leader of the **** of death and his faithful adjutant proudly, even sacrificing and maintaining their dignity, unwilling to make any infamous moves in front of the enemy, this is the real knight.

The officers couldn't help but sorrowful roar, and many people closed their eyes and prayed for their brave leader to ascend to heaven.

The gunshots stopped abruptly. When the smoke cleared, people at the scene couldn't help but burst out of exclamation. People could hardly believe their eyes. After being shot by two submachine guns at close range, the head of state and his adjutant still stood upright There, it was even more incredible that they were not shot into a honeycomb as they had imagined, and there is not even a bleeding wound on both of them.

Next, the officers saw a scene that surprised them even more. The head of state slightly shook his head at the two assassins who were obviously already frightened, and the officers again gave an incredulously low marvel.

In fact, compared with those officers, the shock felt by those two assassins was stronger. They felt that they might have been crazy, otherwise how would this horrible illusion occur.

They are very clear about the power of the mp38 submachine gun, and they are also very confident in their marksmanship, not to mention that so many bullets are fired at such a short distance, but when the muzzle is cleared, their target is still there. , The uniform is still straight. His attack didn't even make his military uniform dusty. This assassin couldn't describe his feelings.

"The devil, he is really the devil from hell, otherwise how can he be unscathed by such intensive shooting."

Assassins had a legend about the man in front of them, and then they looked at Dougan who was standing next to Xu Jun with a gun standing upright.

"He must also be a devil's attendant."

The assassins set the race for the faithful adjutant in their hearts.

"miracle!"

Suddenly, Feng sat on the ground in a daze. Brauchi shouted loudly.

"Miracle! God's Apostle!"

Cheers broke out among the generals.

"God bless Germany!" A greater cheer began to sound among the officers, and for a time, this open space was submerged in the sea of ​​cheers.

"Demon, God bless my king!"

An assassin threw down the submachine gun in his hand and then extended his right hand to the holster around his waist.

"Go to hell, you devil!"

Another assassin also pulled out his pistol and pointed at Xu Jun who was looking at him with contempt.

The German officials present did not expect that these two assassins would dare to commit murder after seeing that kind of miracle, although they roared and rushed towards the two assassins one after another.

"Boo"

A clear gunshot sounded, causing those officers who wanted to rush forward to a sudden stop. The smoke from the muzzle slowly dissipated, and Dougen gently held the huge Mauser pistol in his hand. The assassin who raised the gun aimed at Xu Jun appeared a round bullet hole on his forehead, and then the assassin It was like a slump of mud.

"Devil, devil...you devil!"

The other assassin’s mental state was clearly out of order. He looked at Xu Jun dullly, his mouth muttered non-stop, and the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth wet the collar of his military uniform. He was still working hard. Draw the pistol out of the holster.

Xu Jun looked contemptuously at this assassin who wanted to take his life ten seconds ago, with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Devil! You devil, I want to kill, kill you..., kill you."

The assassin finally pulled out the pistol. He tilted his head and mouth and raised a pistol with a strange smile to point to Xu Jun.

"Bao"

There was another crunch, but it was not a gunshot.

Xu Jun pushed away Dogun and aimed at the assassin's pistol. He stepped forward and rushed in front of the assassin. When he raised his hand, the marshal scepter in his hand hit the assassin's wrist. With a clear knock, the pistol fell, and the assassin crouched down with his wrist in pain.

"Dougan, then."

The scepter in Xu Jun's chic hand threw it behind him, and Dougen quickly and quickly took it in his hand.

Xu Jun grabbed the assassin's shoulder tightly with his left hand and pulled him up. Then he punched the assassin's chin with a fist in his right hand. This is a beautiful right uppercut, and the assassin drove down after half a turn.

"Come on the military police, arrest him!"

Xu Jun spoke to the stunned officers looking around.

After that, the young head of empire turned around and took the beautiful marshal scepter from Dougan, lifted his feet easily across the assassins curled up on the ground, and then salute the surroundings as if nothing happened. The officer nodded and walked slowly along the original route.

"Long live the heads of state! Long live the empire!" A tsunami-like cheer broke out all around.

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