It snowed heavily at night, and the sky was still gray in the morning. The field was covered with a thick layer of snow. The dry cold wind passed through the branches of the plantation, like crystal clear ice like broken glass, and then fell into the still lush bushes. There was an old country road on the west side of the plantation. It passed through the woods to the east. Half a kilometer away was the endless Bouge River.

The dirt road has a relatively high subgrade, and the road surface is not buried by snow. At a T-junction near the woods, a post built of wooden boards stands alone. There is only a small amount of snow on the ceiling covered with black asphalt. The slender white tin chimney is constantly emitting blue smoke. The fire in the house should be quite burning.

A moving roadblock was set up on the dirt road on one side of the checkpoint, and a blue-gray military tricycle was parked quietly next to the sandbag fortifications on the other side of the road.

SS Lieutenant Kule Manzek looked up at the barricade that was aiming directly at the sky like an anti-aircraft gun. Against the gray sky background, the red and white paint on the wooden poles looked particularly conspicuous.

"Sir, it should be the two bastards who did it. The bodies have not completely cooled down." Corporal Gleason squatted beside the sentinel's corpse, holding half a soldier's identity card in his hand.

"There is another one in the room. He was shot on the back of his head and the radio was also broken." Manzek's subordinate Lieutenant Haller reported, while using a ball of rags that had been torn from somewhere, wiping the blood-stained black leather gloves.

"Search around, there should be three soldiers in this checkpoint. Find the third person for me." Manzek looked down at the corpse lying at his feet: "Please the corpse in the house outside and notify the garrison to send someone to collect the burial immediately."

"Okay sir. Come with me. Communication soldier! Ludi... can you contact the headquarters?" Haller began to assign tasks to his subordinates.

"Carl, are these footprints left by the prisoner?" Manzel asked the SS sergeant standing under the roadbed in a deep voice.

The sergeant was bent over to check the footprints in the field, and there was a SS soldier standing beside him, pulling a German black back that was screaming with excitement.

"There are not many people passing by here, and the footprints are very obvious, and the dogs smell it. After killing the sentry, the two bastards went straight across the road and headed east. I suspect that they also took one of our people, mixed with the footprints of a third person, wearing German military boots." The sergeant pointed to the woods in the east and nodded affirmatively.

"I understand." Manzel turned his head.

"Halle, you will be here with the fourth squad, and the others will follow me to pursue the east." The captain shouted.

Second Lieutenant Haller made a move and said it was fine: "Okay, but I only need to leave three people here."

"They did not take away the weapons and ammunition from the sentry." Following the captain, Sergeant Carl continued to report.

"Don't take away weapons and ammunition is a concern for the burden, and these people are professional." The captain strode forward while unbuttoning the buckle of the gun holster at his waist.

"I got it, so they didn't take away the sentinel's coat."

"This shows that their clothes are warm enough and they are well prepared." Manzel raised his hand and waved to the right, indicating that the formation will spread to the south.

"They only arrived ten minutes earlier than us at most. Now they have one more person around them, so their speed will definitely slow down." The sergeant said.

"Maybe your judgment is correct, but what if the third person is also the other person? This kind of thing is entirely possible."

"Is this really the case, sir?"

"No, I'm kidding, what happened at the outpost should be just an accident." Manzel began to run in a small step.

"They had no way to cross the river, so they could only walk south along the river bank. It was not easy to be in the wild yesterday night, and the other party's physical strength should have reached its limit."

"We have also chased these two bastards for one night, sir."

“At least we have chocolate and hot soup.”

"Yes! Long live the hot soup! Long live the chocolate!"

The SS commandos strode forward in the snow, with their morale as high as they set out.

In the woods not far from the SS members, two men in thick winter clothes were punching and kicking at their captives.

"Damn Nazi pigs, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Get up and keep going." A man with a mustache kicked the lieutenant in the abdomen with his leather shoes, causing the other party to curl up in pain.

"I said not to bring this pig trick. Petrovic Lafrenkin, this guy is just a burden, so just kill him here." Another man wearing a baseball cap scolded the German soldier in the crotch.

"What do you know, Sergeevich Pavowsky. This is a communications soldier and you should know a lot of secrets." Rafrenkin retorted.

"I think you may have forgotten that we are running away, Petrovic Lafrenkin." Pavowski retorted.

"Don't worry, Sergeevich Pavowsky, the Germans would not track them at night, and it was so heavy that they had covered up all the traces long ago." After kicking the prisoner, Rafrenkin took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Smoke a cigarette and rest for a while, I guess it's not far from the river."

"What should I do when I get to the river? Is there any way to get the ferry?"

"Don't worry, Sergeevich Pavowsky. Everything has been arranged. Today we only need to rush to the scheduled location during the day, and at night, our family will send a boat to pick us up across the river." Raflenkin handed the cigarette box to his companions.

"When this mission is completed, you should be able to advance to level one." Pavowski took out a match and lit a cigarette.

"This is not a question you should ask, Comrade Sergeevich Pavowsky."

"Sorry, it's my fault, Comrade Petrovic Lafrenkin." Pavowsky quickly admitted his mistake.

The Red Army is undergoing a major purge, and a small mistake may kill people. Red Army intelligence officers like them who sneaked into work abroad are like the group walking on the blade. But these people have no choice at all. They refuse to perform tasks and believe they will die faster. Why are you unwilling to serve the motherland? Is it already bribed by enemies abroad?

"Shh, have you heard anything?" Rafrenjin made a quiet gesture to his companion with a cigarette.

"What?" Pavowski's face was full of uncertainty.

Rafrenkin didn't answer, he raised his fingers on his lips, tilted his head and listened with his ears.

"Damn it! It's German! I heard the barking of dogs." The next second, the Red Army intelligence officer's face changed drastically.

"Run over there, Sergeevich, Pavovsky." Ravrenkin shouted at the other end of the woods.

"What should I do with this pig?" asked Pawowski.

"It can only be dealt with." Raflianjin took out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, then neatly pulled the hammer and pulled the trigger at the back of the captain's head.

Then something that these two spies could not believe happened. This weapon specially issued by the Red Army Intelligence Bureau did not start at this critical moment.

"Damn!" Raflianjin pulled the sleeve hard and pulled out of the ignorant bullet.

Rafrenjin fired again, but the gun still didn't sound, so he pulled another bullet away and continued to pull the trigger, but there was still a dud.

"Unbelievable!" Raflianjin looked at his gun matchmaker in amazement, completely unsure why this was happening.

"It's too late, go!" At this time, Paowwsky had already heard the fierce barking of dogs clearly. What made the intelligence officer even more frightened was that the barking of dogs was approaching quickly.

"The Germans let the dog go! Run!" Paowwsky screamed. He didn't want to fight a professionally trained German military dog ​​weighing forty kilograms, not to mention a group of Germans armed to their teeth followed by the dog.

"How did these bastards catch up with us?" Rafrenjin decisively threw away the scrap iron in his hand, then spread his legs and ran wildly in the woods with his companions.

"You can't stay together, run separately, and meet at the scheduled location in the evening!" Pavorwsky suggested to his companions loudly.

"Okay, good luck." Raflianjin felt that the other party's suggestion made sense this time, so he hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the northeast of the woods.
Chapter completed!