Battle of the Third Reich

The bulldog began to slow down from a distance, stopping in front of Captain Dieteritz, and a strong man with a half cigar sticking his head out from the side of the co-pilot: "Hello William, I heard that you grabbed one today Big fish."

"You are late, Heinrich." said the captain, who walked to the side of the cab.

"Good noon, Captain Dietretz." The baby-faced driver leaned over the shoulder of the strong man and said hello.

"Good afternoon, Cole, the best soldier." Dieterz nodded and smiled at the younger soldier.

"Don't stop here, drive the car to the side of the road first, then stop there." Dieterz guided the bulldog, and the truck slowly drove off the shoulder.

"We're here, and we all get off." After the truck stopped, the strong man patted the partition behind the cab hard, and then opened the door to jump off the car.

"How many people did you bring?" Dietrec pulled out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"All, the whole group." The strong man smiled and raised his thumbs, showing his white and shiny teeth.

Heinrich Wentzell Lieutenant of the SS, a former Lieutenant of the German Wehrmacht, once commanded a German combat engineer platoon. Wenzel suddenly retired from the army six years ago and was immediately absorbed into the General Security Administration. Commander of a special handling team. He had been trained in Brandenburg, where he learned guerrilla and street combat tactics. This is an expert in close combat, especially good at handling various types of explosives and non-standard explosives. As for why the lieutenant retired from the National Defense Force, the truth may only be known to his superior supervisor.

"Gather! Hurry up!" A series of rushed passwords urged, a vigorous figure jumped from the car, and then quickly ran to the lieutenant to line up.

"[Gray Sword Team] all arrived, Captain Dietrets." Wenzel walked to the front of the squad and turned to salute Dietrets.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" the team members shouted in unison.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Dieteritz raised his arms and returned the salute.

"Now time is running out, and I won't say anything else. You should already know this mission on the way. Now I will tell you what I have mastered." Dieteritz is unequivocal. He holds a reed Stalk drew a sketch on the ground.

"This is where we are now. This is the highway. The village where the target is located is here." Dietretz squatted on the mud, and heavily armed SS soldiers formed a circle around him.

"That's the case. Do you have any questions?" Dietrec asked, raising his head.

"The situation in the yard is unknown, and we don't know the structure of the house. We don't know if there are cellars or secret rooms inside." A corporal shook his head, touching his chin.

"Don't we have encountered this situation before, remember that time in Albania?" a blond man with the rank of Sergeant Major retorted.

"Sergeant Chief Heinz is right, the situation was worse than it was now."

"We still have too little information."

"Do you want to know the exact number? Just count the dead bodies afterwards."

"The goal is the fat man in the picture."

"Will there be a bonus to catch him?"

"Looking at what I do, how could I know, you should ask the lieutenant."

"Okay, it seems that you have nothing else to ask, so now I have a reason to assign the job." Lieutenant Wenzel clapped his hands and calmed down the discussion.

"Hans, Hoffman, Weir, you three are responsible for vigilance on the periphery, don't let any one target escape." The lieutenant ordered to.

"Follow your orders, sir." The three team members stood up and saluted.

"Scott, Daniel, Woodman, the three of you cover."

"No problem, Lieutenant."

"Graerock, Swop, Slug, the three of you followed me in a frontal attack."

"Understand, Lieutenant"

"Cole, you stay to guard the vehicles and equipment." Wenzel turned to look at Cole.

"Follow your orders, sir." The young superior soldier quickly stood upright.

"Very good, now give everyone two minutes to check each other's equipment, and start to act after two minutes. Why are we?" The lieutenant lifted his chest.

"We are the grey swords, we are the blades of the empire!" everyone whispered.

"The other party is just Bedouins, and it should be easy to deal with." Dieterz stepped forward to Wenzel.

"Remember I once said to you, William. The Grey Sword team can survive to the present, the most important thing is that we never look at the strength of the enemy." Wenzel pulled out the Browning powerful pistol from the holster and twitched. The sleeve was loaded and then the gun was closed neatly.

"Clear the surrounding whistle first, and try not to disturb the target as much as possible." Dieterz reminded.

"We are experts in this respect. Will you come in with me?" Wenzel asked with a smile.

"Are you afraid of me dragging you down?"

"I still don't know your skill, one more person will have more strength, right, why haven't you seen Merkel?"

"I let him guard at the entrance of the village, he can participate in the vigilance of the periphery later."

"He's the second best shooter I've ever seen, and that's it." Wenzel extended his hand to Dietretz.

"That's wrong, Ashim, we shouldn't stay here." Hamid inserted the Arab dagger back into his waist.

"What the **** are you afraid of? Hamid." Asimu ripped the scones on the plate and dipped a piece of lamb from the leg bones with a dagger.

"The Egyptian businessman will definitely report." Hamid said with a frown.

"What about then, those Egyptian policemen are greedy and stupid, and when they come, we just need to hide in the cellar, they can't find the body, and they will leave soon." Asimu said while turning his face The cake was put into the mouth.

"We should have caught up and killed him then." Hamid complained.

"Who would have thought that the guy ran so fast." Asimu swallowed the pie and took a sip of tea from the glass.

"Hudson has already contacted over there. The boat that picks us up will not arrive until this evening. We can only wait here now. I heard that the Germans are looking for Hudson everywhere. It is currently the safest to take a boat. The way to leave. Don’t worry, Hamid, we will be safe after the ship tonight, and you will be able to return home soon to see your beloved Sikenaer.” Asimu put down the teacup and picked up The dagger rubbed on the cuff and inserted it back into the scabbard around his waist.

"I'll take a look at Mansour and you. You stay here. Hudson can't trust him. You have to watch him closely and catch it." Asimu picked up Lee Enfield leaning against the wall. Rifle, throwing his hands and throwing at Hamid.

"Remember, stare." Asimu pointed his finger at his eyes.

"I will keep an eye on it. You'd better come back soon. I have had an ominous hunch from just now." Hamidra opened the bolt and looked at the bullet in the magazine.

"God will bless us, Hamid." Asimu slightly lifted his chest, then turned and walked down the stairs.

"I can only hope that God bless you." Hamid put his rifle on his shoulder, grabbed the rail of the wooden ladder and started to climb up the roof.

Hamid is not a coward. He is also a good man in the tribe. He is skilled in swordsmanship, otherwise Ashim will not bring him out this time. It's just that Hamid's way of thinking about problems has always been pessimistic, and at the same time it is relatively superstitious, and it is very easy to get into the horns when encountering problems. He is a pretty good hunter. He can shoot a gerbil with a rifle at a distance of ten meters. This is a very flexible and agile animal, and it is like lightning when he runs away.

Hamid sat cross-legged on the flat roof, his shoulders leaning against the low windscreen, holding the Lee Enfield rifle in his arms, and his eyes scanned the situation on the street below. The sun has slowly moved to the west, and after a few hours at night, they can finally leave this ghost place. Hamid didn’t even want to stay here for a minute, since a stranger turned in the village. After the lap, he always felt an ominous hunch in his heart.

Hamid's probe looked at the yard in front. The wooden ladder behind him suddenly started to creak, and it seemed that Asimu had returned.

"Mansour is all right?" Hamid asked.

"Huh." The answer was a little dull.

"That guy was still on the second floor and slept like a head." Just when he said this, a big hand suddenly covered Hamid's mouth from the back.

"Hoooo!" Bedouin was struggling to panic, but then a cold dagger stabbed him from behind.

Hamid straightened his leg hard, and then the whole person collapsed. A SS soldier wearing a sand-yellow combat uniform and a black beret slowly pulled out the dagger from the body, wiped the blood from the opponent's back, and then gently inserted the dagger back into the thigh. Side scabbard.

He picked up the Lee Enfield rifle that fell to the ground and carefully poked his head out from behind the low wall to look around. The same thing is happening on the top of the opposite building at the moment. The companion on the opposite side sees the colleague here and immediately raises a fist to signal to the friendly army.

"The surrounding whistle has been cleared. The two were killed and the two were alive. The whistle was one more than the captain expected. Alas? We were injured." Graeme Rock, holding the telescope, reported to Wenzel in a low voice.

"What the hell!" Wenzel hammered his thigh hard.

"It's Daniel. His arm was injured, and it doesn't look very serious. This guy is still making faces at me." Crymrog turned to his lieutenant with a smile.

"This fool, go back and clean him up again." Wenzel tightened the glove's wristband and picked up his mp40 submachine gun.

"It's our turn to act." Wenzel looked back at Dieterz, and the other nodded back in affirmation.

Five SS members rushed across the street and rushed towards the courtyard.

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