Burning Moscow

"Ah?!" Savchenko was taken aback by my order, and he hesitated to ask me after a long while: "Comrade Commander, is this appropriate? You know, this is on German territory."

I saw that the car was getting closer and closer to the Italian soldiers. I didn’t bother to explain it to him. I simply ordered him: "When the car stops, let all the soldiers get out of the car and beat the Italian sentries. These Italians paid their due price for insulting the German Wehrmacht."

Hearing what I said, even if Savchenko was stupid, he guessed what I meant. He smiled and promised: "Comrade Master, don't worry, I promise to complete the task you gave me."

This strategy of mine is only to provoke the relationship between the German army and the Italian army, so it is very important to keep a proper measure in the implementation of the plan. If the sentry of the Italian army is killed, the troops in those camps will be merciless to us. I opened fire, so I specifically told Savchenko: "Remember, let the soldiers teach them with their fists and feet, don't shoot, and don't kill people, otherwise there will be no way to end it."

"Understood." Savchenko smiled and nodded, then turned to the former German Wehrmacht soldiers in the carriage and confessed a few words.

I thought that if such an order was issued, these surrendered former German soldiers would reluctantly execute it. I didn't expect them to respond with a slam after listening to the order conveyed by Savchenko. The car had just stopped, and before they stopped, they had lifted the tarp blocking the rear of the car, like a vicious dog pounced on food...No... they jumped out of the car like a tiger descending a mountain, and jumped thump and thump. Entered the puddle under the car, and then rushed at the Italian soldiers who were standing in a daze by the puddle.

Soon, the dull sound of punches from behind the car, as well as the screams of Italian soldiers that sounded from time to time. At this time, Grams opened the car door. Standing on the pedals, looking into the carriage, and tilted their heads to look at the soldiers on both sides who were fighting in the muddy water behind them, and asked in surprise: "What the **** is going on?"

After listening to Savchenko’s translation. He whispered to Grams: “Captain, time is running out. It’s too late to explain to you in detail. You go and urge your subordinates to insult the German Wehrmacht on the grounds of insulting the German Wehrmacht by Italy. Give it a hard hit. Let the soldiers fight with all their strength and fight them as hard as possible, but don't kill them. Also, if you find that there is a large force in the camp to rush out, let the soldiers go immediately Car. Get out of here quickly, lest the outnumbered suffer."

When Grams understood what I was saying, he agreed, jumped off the pedal, and strode back.

I greeted Savchenko to sit down at the rear of the car, holding the tailgate with one hand, and lifting the tarp a corner with the other, watching the excitement below with a grin. I understand in my heart that although the German and Italian forces are allies, there are many contradictions between the grassroots officers and soldiers. Fights and fights happen from time to time. Originally, I was still worrying about how to provoke the conflict between the two armies, but I didn't expect that in the midst of a turmoil, a driving truck crushed a puddle. The splashing muddy water dripped with the Italian sentry, and gave me such a god-given opportunity in front of me. If I still don't know how to use it, I might as well take a piece of cheese and kill it.

Although the number of Italian soldiers is small, there are only four people, but in the face of our more than a dozen soldiers, the whole fight is not a one-sided trend. One of the burly soldiers, while being grabbed by the arms from the left and right by the two fighters, still threw the other fighter forward from the front. Kicked into the muddy water, and the splashing muddy water splashed all around the soldiers all over their faces. After kicking the fighter in the front. He broke free again from the fighter who had grasped his right hand with a beautiful right hook. Accurately hitting the chin of the soldier who grabbed his left hand, the soldier looked back, then fell on his back and fell on all fours.

Seeing that his comrade-in-arms was even knocked down by this big Italian soldier, seven or eight soldiers hurried over, grabbing the hands of the hands, and hugging the legs. Although the soldier struggled hard, his two fists were harder than four hands, and he surrounded a group of angry fighters with old fists.

The movement outside alarmed the Italian soldiers in the camp. Five or six soldiers with guns ran over here along the dirt road, shouting. Captain Grams, who had been watching the battle like us, hurried up to greet him. After stopping the Italian soldiers, he shouted at the opponent. The soldiers who were stopped by him faced the commanders with higher ranks than them. Although they did not dare to go around them, they were still arguing loudly.

Seeing the Italian soldiers who were arguing with Grams, I suddenly envied the hierarchical relationship between the upper and lower ranks of the Japanese soldiers. If the Japanese soldiers faced by Grams, there is no need to talk nonsense with them, just raise your hand. After a few slaps, those people didn't even dare to put a fart. They could only stand in place and be beaten honestly, and they would not have the idea of ​​resisting at all.

While thinking like this, Savchenko suddenly lowered his voice and called out: "Oh! No, the Italian army is coming." I quickly looked around and saw a large group of soldiers under the leadership of an officer. Down, walking out of the camp quickly. Looking down and looking in front of him, the four Italian soldiers had all been beaten to the ground, and all of them were beaten to the ground. They were lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

The number of newly arrived Italian soldiers is at least 30. If you see the miserable appearance of their own robes, they will definitely have to do it with us. We are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Once we fight, we will definitely suffer. Thinking of this, he quickly told Savchenko: "Call Captain Grams back, and we will leave here immediately."

Savchenko nodded, immediately stood up and leaned out half of his body, and shouted loudly at the outside. As he shouted, Grams turned his head and looked at us strangely. Savchenko yelled two more words, and Grams didn't hesitate. After pointing to the Italian soldiers and saying a few more words, he turned and walked towards us quickly. While passing by the soldiers under the car, with a strong wave, the soldiers climbed up the car with a smile.

As more and more soldiers boarded, a strong smell of soil permeated the carriage. While they were talking loudly about the result of the battle, Grams stepped on the pedal and asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander, shall we go back?"

I turned my head and looked into the distance from the open tarp, and saw that the group of Italian soldiers was only forty to fifty meters away from our carriage. They apparently found their injured companion, speeded up their pace in unison, and hurriedly ordered: "Go!"

After we leave calmly. A large group of Italian soldiers rushed to the wounded soldier's side. Several soldiers pointed in our direction and yelled at us. There was even a soldier who raised a rifle and aimed at us. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a non-commissioned officer next to him discovered his anomaly and raised his muzzle up, and the bullet flew into the air.

The dangerous actions of the Italian soldiers angered the soldiers in the car. They cursed fiercely in a language that I didn't understand. Someone raised a gun and planned to use the weapons in their hands to give a lesson. Those Italians who don't know the heights of the world.

I see that the situation is not right. Savchenko hurriedly told Savchenko: "Tell them quickly, put down all the guns in your hands. If you want to shoot at this time, we will be completely exposed, and no one will be able to get out."

Savchenko quickly yelled at the soldiers in German. Under his stern yelling, the soldiers reluctantly put away their weapons, but still unwillingly cursed at the back. .

Leaning on the side of the carriage with my back, I asked Savchenko in a low voice, "Comrade Savchenko, will we pass the camp of the 44th German Division next?"

Savchenko shook his head and said slowly: "We will pass through the defense zone of the 44th Division. But we will not enter their camp because we don't have the necessary passes."

"It's enough to go through the enemy's defense zone," I said to myself. After I finished talking, I closed my eyes and calmed my nerves, thinking that we wounded a few Italian soldiers, which would inevitably make them resent the Germans. Moreover, our truck drove towards the 44th Division’s defense zone again, which is tantamount to it. Successfully blamed these Germans. As long as the unwilling Italians go to the garrison of the 44th Division of the German Army to inquire about their crimes, the conflicts between the two sides that have been accumulated for a long time may erupt. Karpov’s plan for relief is equal to half of the success.

When our truck crossed the 44th Division’s defense line, it unexpectedly did not encounter the German checkpoints or patrols. I asked Savchenko strangely: "Comrade Savchenko. Every time you go to reconnaissance, it is from this line. Did the line return?"

"Yes. Comrade commander." Savchenko guessed what I was asking, and quickly explained to me: "Although this is the defense zone of the 44th Division. But because the area is too wide, they can't deploy defenses in all places, so We can enter and exit their defense zone calmly."

Savchenko’s words gave me a new idea: Since the German defense is so lax, even if the German and Italian armies are not fighting against each other and conflict, they can still make Karpov’s battalion be broken into parts and quietly. The ground slipped out of the German army.

While thinking about it, there was a screaming noise that was almost covered by the sound of car motors. Before I could shout, there was an earth-shattering explosion not far from the right side of the truck, and then the light in the car suddenly brightened up a lot. I turned my head curiously to check, and unexpectedly found that there was an explosion on the tarp. Two big holes in fists.

"Damn it!" Savchenko suddenly shouted angrily: "It's shelling, we were shelled!"

Shelling? ! Thinking of the explosion just now, the shells were clearly directed at us. Could it be that the Italians suffered a loss and specially adjusted the artillery to bomb us? But I quickly rejected my opinion. If the Italian army wants to bomb us, it should use artillery, and the mortar that exploded just now was obviously a mortar. Thinking of this, I hurriedly asked: "Savchenko, do you see where the shells came from?"

"I don't know!" Savchenko replied loudly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then he cautiously said: "Could it be that we were discovered by the Germans? This is their chase..."

Before his words fell, a shell fell on our car and exploded. All the soldiers in the car clenched their weapons and stared at the outside vigilantly. Once the truck stopped, they would get off immediately. Preparation for battle.

Unknown what, Grams got out of the bridge again, stood on the pedals, poked his head in, and shouted loudly at us. Savchenko translated for me and said: "Comrade Commander, Captain Grams said that the shells came from the direction of 107.5 heights. Our friendly forces must have regarded us as Germans, so they would fire at us. He said if If we continue to drive forward, even if we are not killed by the shells, we will be completely wiped out by the friendly machine guns."

"Turn around to the east immediately and drive towards the Volga River!" I didn't care if Grams could understand it, so I gave him the order directly. I didn't want to be killed by my own shells unexplainedly.

Perhaps he understood the word Volga, so before Savchenko's translation, Grams' head retracted. In a few moments, the truck turned a sharp bend, and after another cannonball, it turned around and drove quickly toward the river. (To be continued)