"asshole!"

Muller kicked hard at the face of the Polish prisoner kneeling in front of him, and he had tried his best to suppress his anger. Now, whenever Muller thinks of Marshal Reinhardt who is rescued in a medical car, he has the urge to strip these Poles alive.

Before this, beating a prisoner who had completely lost his ability to resist was unimaginable for Mueller. He never thought that one day he would give up the moral code of the Germans and attack an enemy who put down his weapons. But now he found that there was no other way to vent his anger and hatred besides doing this. When he thought of his commander falling down in front of him, even if he killed all these prisoners with his own hands, it would not relieve Mueller's guilt.

"Muller! Don't do this!"

Hans patted Mueller on the shoulder and said, "You won't be happy to be a marshal. Don't you know the marshal's preferences? He hopes that each of us will strictly follow the moral code of the mortal officer. No matter what these people do, as long as we accept their surrender, they should get the basic power of a prisoner. You will be angry when you treat the captive marshal like this."

"But...they were injured by these dirty pig tricks! I want them to pay the price for this!" Muller kicked the prisoner hard in the stomach that had fainted.

"Enough, General Muller! Pay attention to your behavior! How to deal with them they have to wait until the marshal wakes up and gives orders in person. Now you don't have the power to deal with them at will. Don't you think it's too unfair to do this?" Hans grabbed Muller's arm and stopped the angry legion commander from continuing to abuse the Polish prisoner who had only half his life left, while shouting loudly at Muller.

"Hans! What's wrong with you? They are the murderers who hurt the marshal. They are guerrillas and they are not qualified to become prisoners of war! Why are you still talking to them?" Muller asked in surprise at Hans, who was flushed with excitement.

"Muler. I know how you feel now. I am the same as you. I also want to teach these damn lowly Poles a lesson. If there is anything wrong with the Marshal, I swear that I will tie the garbage to the pillars and burn it to death. But now the Marshal doesn't know how he is hurt. I don't want to be angry about our behavior when he wakes up. You know the Marshal's temper. He is the noblest warrior. He regards the honor of the Germans as life. If he knows what we did to these prisoners when he is unconscious, I believe it will be our turn to pay what the price." Hans answered seriously as he looked at Mueller's eyes.

After hearing Hans's words, Muller suddenly felt relieved. He knew that Hans's words were right, and Reinhardt really would not appreciate his behavior.

"I think you're right, Hans." Mueller turned around and looked at the medical car that was being strictly protected by the Storm Commando. "Hans!" Mueller said: "What's the situation of the Marshal? At that time, was it that you checked the Marshal's injuries. Is it serious?"

"I don't know either. The bullet should have shot through the shoulders and shed a lot of blood. But I believe the marshal will be fine. Colonel Sulent was one of the best surgeons in Berlin before joining the army. I don't think he will disappoint us." Hans replied worriedly.

"How could this happen? It's all my fault. I didn't stick to my opinion at that time. I had long said that the marshal was too risky to do this. He only took fifty commandos through such areas where resistance was still in existence, it would be too reckless no matter how he looked at it. If the marshal hadn't denied my plan at the time, we would have arrived at the destination safely. I've long said that in such an unstable area, we should have at least a few tanks and armored vehicles to be safe." Muller said depressedly.

"Are you blaming the Marshal? General Muller, don't you think it's rude to discuss your commander's decision like this?" Hans said slowly: "The Marshal has his reason. He doesn't want that person to notice our actions. That's why he came up with a way to let us disguise ourselves as an ordinary transport team and leave Poland quietly. This decision was very correct at the time. But the Marshal may not have expected to encounter such a large number of guerrillas. We have never received information about such a strong resistance here before. This is a question that we subordinates should carefully review." Hans turned his head and looked at the Polish prisoners who were holding their heads and squatting beside them.

Now that the battle has ended for two hours, the air is still filled with a faint smell of smoke and a strong smell of blood. The Storm team members have cleaned the battlefield and gathered the bodies of the killed guerrillas into a pile. The blood gathered into a small blood beach next to the pile of corpses. The broken limbs and short arms and chopped heads are thrown scattered on the pile of corpses. This scene that is only found in hell is presented to everyone in the strong sunlight. The Storm team members do not feel any discomfort at all. They are still walking around the pile of corpses with a calm expression, as if the pile of terrifying objects do not exist at all.

In this ambush, the guerrillas were wiped out, and more than 70 people were killed on the spot, or in later hand-to-hand combat, the remaining twenty people were lucky to be captured. It was really not wrong to say that they were lucky. The commandos had never thought of catching livestock, especially when they learned that their commander was injured, all the soldiers' eyes were red. The guerrillas who were shot and fell during the charge should really be glad that they died earlier, because this was much better than the horror encountered by those who were close to German soldiers.

The Germans killed the brave guerrillas like demons, completely destroying the fighting will of all guerrillas within three points. Even if these guerrillas once had extremely firm will as strong as steel, they would disappear under the pressure of the strong breath of death under the bloody situation.

When the first guerrilla left his weapon and knelt on the ground and sought forgiveness from the storm soldiers who had red eyes, the others had actually lost the courage to continue fighting. But when they were frightened to see the Germans poking their companions kneeling on the ground without hesitation, everyone began to despair. These Germans did not want to be captured, they did not accept their surrender. What was even more terrible is that they were now surrounded by those Germans, and now even the chance to escape was completely cut off. They knew from the bottom of their hearts that they were doomed this time, and they could only rely on the last desire for survival and mechanically carried out their final resistance, although in any way this resistance was futile.

But finally, it was fine. Just when the German soldiers were so murderous that they wanted to finish their work quickly, several German officials stopped their meaningless killings. The performance of these armed SS soldiers opened their eyes. They were very satisfied with the soldiers' superb military literacy and firm fighting beliefs. However, when they found that the soldiers were killing guerrillas who had already put down their weapons, they remembered another rumor about the armed SS. The habit of the army was not to capture prisoners. It was because the officers stopped the storm soldiers from getting angry in time that more than twenty guerrillas were extremely lucky to become prisoners.

Of course, the attack of the Polish guerrillas also caused certain losses to the Storm. In this battle, seven Storm players were killed, and more than a dozen were injured to varying degrees. Even their captain, Lieutenant Shaktel, was wiped from his head by a stray bullet, and his head was now wrapped in a dumpling, lying on a stretcher and humming. Only half of the fifty armed SS members still retain their combat power.

However, after this battle, no one would doubt whether this half of the people could continue to protect the safety of the convoy. In this battle, they proved that they had the combat effectiveness of an ordinary army soldier equal to twice the number. As long as they did not encounter attacks from so many armed personnel like this, they would definitely be competent against ordinary guerrillas of thirty or fifty people. A large-scale guerrilla team like the ones encountered this time is rare in Poland, and Hans and others did not think that they still had a chance to encounter such a team.

"Why is there a woman?"

Muller frowned and asked the guards. He didn't notice that there were women in the prisoners, but he couldn't blame him, because the girl was wearing an ordinary men's suit, and her face was covered with smoke and dust, and the blood shed from her forehead, she looked as embarrassed as other guerrillas. If the long black hair that was tied behind her head exposed her gender, she would have been unable to tell the truth in the prisoners' group for a while.

"Report to the general!" the commando quickly stepped forward and stood attentively and replied, "This woman was caught by us on the mountain, she was the sniper. When we caught her, she was still aiming at our brothers on the mountain to shoot."

"What! Is this the sniper?" Hans looked at the girl who was kneeling in the captive group in disbelief and said, "It looks like a child."

"General. Don't underestimate her. We found this next to her when we caught her." A commando pulled out a long anti-tank rifle from the pile of weapons seized and handed it to Hans.

"Anti...anti-tank rifle! Could it be that she shot and injured Lord Reinhart!" Hans exclaimed with the rifle in his arms.

"Show me!" Mueller took the rifle from Hans and looked carefully.

"It is the WZ35 used by Polish military. It seems to be it. I have seen this weapon in the Warsaw Battle. Its caliber is not large and only 7.92mm is the same as our 98k, but its power is quite great. I heard that it can shoot through a 30mm armor plate within a distance of 300 meters, just like a 20mm machine gun. It uses a tungsten carbide warhead. No wonder it can still have such a great penetration after shooting through the steel plate of the command car. You two, bring her out."

After listening to Mueller's orders, the two commandos immediately rushed into the captive group. They dragged Sharon out roughly like a flour pocket, and then made her kneel in front of Mueller.

Muller looked at the female captain with a murderous look on his face and said viciously: "Since you are a sniper, you must have the awareness of a sniper, and you will be punished as you deserve." After that, Muller slowly pulled out his Mauser 1932 from the holster and pointed it at Sharon's forehead.

"Wait a minute! Mueller! She can't be shot yet." Hans called out: "We should interrogate her and thoroughly understand the real purpose of their attack."

"What? Do you think she will know what inside story? A little sniper?"

"Maybe, even if we don't know, we should let the marshal see the person who injured him, and then let him decide what to do with her." Hans said to Mueller.

Mueller looked up and thought for a while, then inserted his pistol back into the holster. He squatted down with the wz35, shook the gun in front of Sharon and said, "Woman, is this gun yours? Answer me."

Sharon looked at the German general in front of him in a daze, and then slowly turned his gaze to the things in the hands of the German general. Her dull eyes suddenly flashed a light, and then she rushed towards the rifle in Muller's hand.

"Let go!" Muller didn't expect that the female prisoner would dare to snatch weapons in front of so many soldiers. He stood up and tried hard to shake off the woman who was obviously mentally confused. But what he didn't expect was that the girl looked small but was not very strong. She now grabbed the rifle tightly, as if she was holding her most precious treasure and never let go.

Seeing this scene, the two commandos next to him rushed forward and wanted to help the general pull the girl hanging on the gun away, while the rest of the commandos pulled the bolt and pointed the captives at the group of prisoners to prevent the captives from doing anything.

"Damn it, let it go. Are you crazy?" Muller twisted the rifle's body vigorously, and then kicked the girl hard on the belly. Usually, a kick like Muller is enough to make an adult man fly out whine, but the girl who got such a kick didn't even hum. She still grabbed the rifle tightly and looked at Muller with hatred.

Muller felt a little embarrassed by the girl's eyes, and he was also secretly impressed by the girl's tough personality. At this time, the two commandos had already rushed over. They pulled out the girl's arm and fisted to beat the girl's face, but no matter what method they used, they still couldn't let the girl let go of her fingers holding the gun for a while.

After a stalemate for a while, a girl's power could not be compared with three strong men. Muller finally snatched the rifle from the girl's hand, and then he raised the stock and pointed it into the girl's face. The girl's struggle immediately stopped. When the two commandos let go of their hands, Sharon fell softly to the ground.

"It's crazy." Mueller looked at the back of his hand that was scratched while snatching the rifle and shook his head.

"You are too tight to get stuck, I can't shoot. Are you okay?" Hans walked over with a pistol, and he asked at the wound on Mueller's hand.

"It's okay, a little scratch." Mueller replied with a smile.

"General Hans, General Muller. Marshal is fine. Colonel Surente asks you to come over." A major ran over and reported with a look of joy.

"What! That's great! You two drag her away first and tie her up alone. Don't hurt her, I'll interrogate her later." Muller explained to the two commandos, and then followed Hans excitedly towards the medical car.;
Chapter completed!