The superior command of the werewolf brigade was located in Wocice. The German Army stationed a radio communication platoon in the town. The main task was to cooperate with the Air Force mobile radar station in the village of Ludinik on the west side of the town.

A huge and clear communication network is gradually unfolding in Eastern Europe with the pace of the German engineer troops.

The German army's communication advantage lies in the use concept rather than technology. Of course, the technology reserves of electronic giants such as telephone and Siemens are quite strong, but due to the lack of key rare metal raw materials, the German army's radio equipment in the middle and late stages of the war had obviously lagged behind their opponents in terms of quantity and quality.

However, this is just a problem that has occurred in history, and it is impossible for this time and space to happen again.

The command of the Ninth Special War Battalion was placed in a monastery on the south side of the town. The main building was a two-story Romanesque masonry structure, which was said to have been built in the late 16th century. Below the high courtyard wall was a stone enclosed corridor made of strings of arches, and a granite courtyard in the middle was a granite paved courtyard. The center of the courtyard was an ancient well with a canopy, and a cattle shed and a small vegetable garden were also built in the corner on the west side.

Poland is an ancient Catholic country, with more than 90% of the domestic residents being devout Catholics, so abbeys and churches with a long history can be said to be spread throughout the Polish territory.

There was a period of turbulent and division in Poland's history. Lords and nobles from all over the country continued to attack each other, and the defeated soldiers and deserters became robbers and horse thieves, either gathered in the mountains and forests or robbed everywhere.

The monastery that had accumulated a lot of food and wealth was obviously a fat sheep in the eyes of robbers. Therefore, in order to protect the lives and wealth of the clergy, many monasteries in Poland were built like military fortresses.

The Radom Brothers Monastery where the Werewolf Battalion is located was built during that turbulent period. Even from a military perspective in the 20th century, the fortress still has considerable defense, provided that the attackers did not use heavy weapons.

Before the war broke out, more than twenty monks lived in the monastery, but now there is only a sixty-year-old monastery and a twelve-year-old apprentice left. The old monk had no objection to the entry of the German SS. His devout belief in God did not mean that he would rush to serve the omnipotent Lord.

The communication room of the command center is located in a room on the east corner of the second floor, which makes it easy to pull an antenna from the window to the roof. This building was not connected to power. It should be said that most Polish towns and towns were not powered on at that time. Many Polish farmers had never even seen electric lights. The lighting used at night was still ancient candles and oil lamps.

The Germans carried a diesel generator and only turned on for four hours during the day every day. The main problem was fuel. After December, snow began to increase frequently. The superiors informed them that they should prepare for heavy snow to block the supply line to be cut off at any time.

"This is the second part of the order, sir." The brigade's communications staff handed a newly deciphered telegram to Wolfgang Hoffmann's second-level commando captain.

Major Hoffman is 32 years old this year, tall and strong, with conspicuous short silver hair. Because of his strong combat style and cunning, his subordinates nicknamed him "Silver Wolf".

Hoffmanley signed his name under the telegram and handed over it to the communications consultant: "Forward to all companies immediately."

"As for the order, sir." The staff member nodded in his command.

"What should we do now?" Lieutenant Schmidt, chief adjutant of the brigade department, asked anxiously.

"Go and prepare my car." Hoffman walked to the window and pulled open the dark green curtains hard.

The sun shone through the glass on the major's face with a tough line like a stone sculpture, and its short silver hair shone with dazzling white light like the legendary Paladin.

"Are you going out? But we don't have it here yet..." The adjutant didn't bother to sigh. He was eager to know the boss's plan. The command of the headquarters revealed a message from beginning to end that the superior wanted to make trouble on the Eastern Front.

"I'm going to take a look at Lieutenant Max in person. He is the only commander who is worried about me." Hoffman glanced at Schmidt.

"I'll arrange a car for you right away, sir." The adjutant felt the major's dissatisfaction and knew that he would not get the answer for the time being.

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At this moment, in the temporary camp beside the woods on the border, Max finally got the second order he had been waiting for for a long time.

"So that's it, hahaha, so that's it." The lieutenant covered his forehead and laughed loudly.

"Did the backup be mentioned in the order? Lieutenant Max, there is not much time left for the Red Team." Lieutenant Coal stared at the telegram in the lieutenant's hand.

"There is no support, only us." Max handed the telegram to Coal.

"But these people are enough!" Max walked out of the awning with big strides.

"Comrades, the combat order has been issued. Let's go and give the Russians a little bit of excellence." The lieutenant shouted loudly at his surrounding subordinates with a happy expression.

"I like this command, I really like it so much." Amid the cheers of the SS members, the lieutenant turned his head and said in a low voice to Cole behind him, with a hideous sneer on his face that made the other party feel chilling.

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"The road on the right leads to Kobrin, your map is right." Greb introduced attentively to the German soldiers beside him.

Guri Kafoli Ilovich Greb was born in Ukraine, but his grandfather was a Lithuanian. When he was young, he was a second lieutenant in the Tsarist Russian army. After the October Revolution, his father followed his grandfather to join the Belarusian army, but the troops were disbanded in Ukraine, and both father and son became deserters.

Greb's mother is Ukrainian, and her grandfather is a rich peasant, and she took her son to hide in a rural farm in Ukraine.

After the end of the civil war, the local government began to re-count the population. Lao Greb bribed the registration personnel and successfully obtained legal citizenship at the cost of a silver pocket watch.

The farm collectivization movement launched in Ukraine in 1930 almost ruined the Greb family. It was at that time that his grandfather, Greb, died. In 1933, Greb's brother Anton was summoned to the army, and the family's life was finally a little better.

Anton is a smart and optimistic young man, very respected by his superior commander. He spent six years promoting him to be a sergeant of the Red Army and serving as a platoon commander. It is said that his superiors have considered him participating in the training class of battalion commanders, which means that he may become a real Red Army officer.

Just when everyone thought everything would be better, the Sufen Winter War broke out, and the infantry company where Anton was located was ambushed in the cold and bone-blooded Finnish jungle, and the troops were almost wiped out by the other side. Only seven people in the company survived, and poor Anton was not among the survivors.

Guri Gafoli Ilovich Greb became the last heir of the Greb family, and also shouldered the important task of supporting the family. His father was hit on the day when he received the news of his eldest son's death, and his mother's health was not very good. The land at home could only be handed over to his two uncles to farm.

Finally, Greb was a family member of a martyr and received pensions and care from the local government. The county arranged a quota for drivers in government units for Greb, which was considered a very decent job at the time.

Although the Soviet Union was able to produce cars, its output could not meet domestic demand at all. The country was developing a five-year plan, and the gap in transportation vehicles was very large. In addition to iron-clad wages, drivers also had the opportunity to secretly take private jobs. Although the extra money was not much, life was definitely much better than ordinary workers.

But here is an ordinary family. Glev has two elderly and weak patients in his family. He has just started working and his monthly salary is not enough. As a result, the family can only rely on the savings of the past to maintain it, and it is almost time to lose money.

At this moment, an Anton's former comrade extended a helping hand to Guri Grev. The other party transferred him to the Brest Railway Engineering Agency transport team through relationships. Although the work here is heavy, the salary is much higher than that in the mainland. The most important thing is that it is close to the German border and there are more opportunities to make extra money.

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