Chapter 806: Night Ghost

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"I said that this evening was not very peaceful, and the Germans didn't know what tricks to play, so they had to cheer themselves up." A Soviet platoon leader walked into the fortifications and stood beside the sentry soldiers. His own cigarette, while reminding. He is a second-generation official from Moscow with a little background. Cigarettes, which are quite precious to front-line soldiers, always seem to be able to change more.
Because his identity is somewhat different from that of ordinary Soviet soldiers, he was not sent to the harder place on the front line, but was stationed here to defend an important railway bridge. According to the standard of the entire defense, it is a solid solution. There are bridgeheads at both ends of the bridge, and there are security machine gun positions around it. If you count several anti-aircraft guns, there are as many as 140 soldiers stationed here. people.
An infantry company that strengthened four anti-aircraft artillery guns, although not full in terms of numbers, was not short. After all, the Germans closest to this railway bridge are also more than 50 kilometers away. After killing all the way, they have a lot of time to blow up the bridge and then leave here.
"Relax, comrade platoon, did you see the security post there? That is the place where there is a figure. If there is any abnormal situation, he will fire a warning shot. The machine gun on our side will sound, who I can't rush through either, "the soldier standing at the sentry took the cigarette given by the chief and said warmly.
Nodding, the platoon leader carrying his Mosinagan rifle walked towards the other side of the dark bridge. For safety, the entire company ’s company headquarters, as well as some hidden fortifications where officers rested, were built on the other side of the bridge, so that even if the Germans came suddenly, they captured the bridgehead on the other side. The troops can continue to resist-or to allow these officials to have time to run.
At the outpost in the distance, a soldier was sitting on the sandbag with a gun, and he looked up to see the night that had been calmed down by the shelling. The cold wind blew through, and he seemed to care about his exposure. Neck, leaning his head motionless, just leaning his head so quietly.
Facing the direction of the German position, his pale face showed a frightened expression. In fact, he had been dead for a long time. His body was already cold, so he was motionless in the cold wind, so he just looked up. Head. A sharp dagger cut through his neck, blood was already flowing over his lapel, and the deep wound made his head so weird.
In the trench at the foot of the corpse, three Soviet soldiers were lying on the ground in a row, with fatal wounds on their bodies. Obviously, people have been attacked here, and no one knows where the attackers are now.
"Ah! It's time to change the guard, don't be lazy!" After smoking the cigarette in his mouth, the Soviet soldier who had just introduced the arrangement of the outpost with his platoon leader, called the recruit behind him without looking back. , But he didn't seem to find that a sharp dagger had circumvented his neck from behind.
A German Special Forces soldier with a black oil paint on his face and a black special steel helmet resembling a ghost. He silently swept the cold special knife towards this poor Soviet soldier-from the time he spoke, until With his throat open, he quietly accepted the death, and he couldn't figure out why he was so murderous by the Soviet recruits behind him.
Regrettably, he thought that the friendly recruit who had dealt with him was now lying on the ground, covering his throat like him, struggling to make a sound. But he opened his mouth, and blood spewed out of his mouth and neck. He couldn't make a shout, and he couldn't even hear his sound on the anti-aircraft artillery position that was close by.
Even if he desperately hit the mud under the feet of the trench with his hands, no one would come to control him, because just on that anti-aircraft gun position not far away, several German soldiers had already killed all Soviet soldiers, and they sent out Dada's slight and regular sounding told the surrounding soldiers that they had completed their respective tasks.
The two German soldiers took up the strong crossbow in their hands by the weak lights in the camp near the bridge. Their goal was the Soviet platoon leader who had just reached the third of the railway bridge. They aimed their weapons at the target. Behind them, German Special Forces soldiers carrying the mp-44 assault rifles bent over, from both sides of the railway bridge, against the railing, and approached the opposite side little by little. .
The platoon leader heard the dense footsteps behind him, like the slight rustling of wind as the wind blew through the woods. He frowned, and turned back suspiciously. The cigarette in his mouth became a perfect sign to fire in a slightly dark environment. Two crossbow arrows flew, one stuck in his chest, one hit his stomach, the shock made him stagger, there was no reaction in his mind, what happened.
"I'm going back to Moscow soon ... My father is a high-ranking official ... How beautiful the future will be for me ..." The Soviet platoon was full of unwillingness and regret. When he felt pain, he subconsciously thought When he was about to shout, the back of his head had hit the ground heavily, and he had fallen into a mess.
"Someone!" He uttered two words like a moan, and his mouth was covered by the hand of a passing German Special Forces soldier. A cold bayonet was inserted into his throat, and then pulled out with a memorable pain, then the bayonet was inserted into his chest again, so that the second generation of Soviet officials closed himself s eyes.
Soon, trenches one by one, positions one by one, in this silent state, were occupied by a dark German special forces, and they concealed control of the bridge, and even took wire from the bridge. The surface hung down and easily cut off the detonating wire used by the Soviet defender's bomb fixed on the bridge.
"Who!" When a German army touched the headquarters here, a Soviet soldier finally discovered the problem. He just shouted a sentence with his weapon, and he was penetrated by four crossbow arrows at the same time. He watched the crossbows and arrows filled in him fall down like mud.
But this shout finally awakened the Soviet defenders who were alive, but now there are only two poor people alive. The Soviet officers in the company pushed through the door in their clothes, but what was waiting for him was a cold pistol, which was resting on his head.
"The reason why I am not shooting is very simple. Tell me your street secret code tonight." Familiar Russian, but in a cold tone, the German official was wearing black woolen gloves on the palm of his handgun. Similar to the "Thunderbolt Gloves" design of the 1970s, with fingers exposed, there is also a similar pocket design that can be folded to the front.
"Don't shoot! I'm willing to cooperate! I'm actually Ukrainian! I'm really Ukrainian!" The Soviet officer raised his hands high and begged tremblingly. He also saw that these German soldiers were definitely not ordinary people. They didn't come here to catch him such a small company commander.
"It's weird! Captain!" A German soldier carrying his mp-44 assault rifle smiled and said to the headed officer in German: "We came to Russia, but we didn't even encounter a Russian. This is not Ukrainians are Belarusians. "
His words made the German special forces around him laugh, followed by the German officer of the Soviet company commander with a pistol and then asked in German: "If you do n’t tell the truth, I will kill you, let ’s say, tonight Is your password. "
"Rhododendron!" The Soviet company commander closed his eyes and shouted the password he knew by the pistol. Several German soldiers who had inquired about other Soviet soldiers nodded, and it seemed that the passwords spoken by all were the same.
"Boo!" The German officer shot the unlucky company's head before the other party responded. With the sound of this gunshot, the silence returned to the entire bridge again.
"Okay! Boys! Work!" The German officer clapped his hands and commanded loudly. So the German soldiers began to use the engineer shovel they carried to clear the trenches and the blood left in other places.
Opening some rucksacks, some German soldiers wearing black military uniforms began to replace the Soviet military uniforms that had been prepared earlier. Some people picked up the Soviet Mosinangan rifle and carefully wiped the blood on it.
In some trench pit walls, the Germans opened hidden pits, and stuffed their assault rifles and anti-tank rockets into these hidden positions. More soldiers were burying the corpses. The perfect trench area buried these bodies.
All the work was carried out in an orderly manner under the light of a weak flashlight, and the Soviet Union ’s company, at this time, a harsh telephone bell rang. The German military officer who had been waiting for a long time grabbed the phone and said in a cold voice different from the one just now, "Good evening, comrade ... password" Azalea ", yes, everything is normal."
He fiddled with the Soviet company commander ’s ID, smiled and talked to the caller about the weather. After a while, he hung up the phone and showed a playful smile. He threw the document to the German soldier across the table. The German soldier carefully wrote the name of the Soviet military officer on a blank Soviet military officer's card with a photo of the German official.