"What a young, mountain hunter, have you seen the rooster feather on the helmet?￥f.￥f" Sergeant Carlo Stork held his Mauser's big beast hunting rifle steadily, and could see the panic expression on his opponent's face in the six-fold scope.

"It's the last one to go five hundred and twenty, so give him a relief, Carlo." Ludwig Meyer took back his 98k rifle, and he was about to take it down from the top of the slope and return to the warm shelter to rest.

This is one of dozens of elite sniper teams sent by the German Army to the Alps war zone. Each team consists of four sniper teams, and each team is divided into two double-person sniper teams to carry out hunting activities in the border areas of France and Italy in the Alps. In addition to actual combat training, the commander's purpose is mainly to cause trouble for the Italians.

Sergeant Sdock pulled the trigger, and crisp gunfire echoed throughout the valley. The German sniper did not look away, but he calmly pulled the bolt and pulled the shell and put the bullet on. Sdock waited in place for a few seconds, observing the movement around the target through the scope, which made him very satisfied.

The sergeant gently retracted his beloved hunting rifle, lay down and slowly retreated from the shooting point. After retreating for more than ten meters, he got up and walked towards the built shed. Both snipers were from mountain infantry units and were accustomed to surviving in such harsh environments. The army taught them very practical skills, and years of training and exercises gave them sufficient experience.

Two snipers dug a shelter pit next to the leeing rock, and made a very good camouflaged ceiling with leaves and camouflage rain cloth. Others only thought it was a bush growing beside the rock, but they would never think that it was actually the place where two powerful hunters were.

When they set out, they carried enough supplies to maintain their weekly battle and life needs.

Although they did not know why they had to fight against allies in the propaganda, after years of hard training and obeying orders had become the instinct of these soldiers. Since the superiors ordered them to kill all the Italians they met, there must be sufficient and reasonable reasons, and as soldiers, they must implement them resolutely and decisively. Moreover, they did not have much favoritism for Italians, and there was no psychological burden for them to kill.

"That kid is not old, reminding me of the students at home who are still studying." After taking a steaming cup of coffee from his partner, Sergeant Stoke carefully leaned the rifle in his hand to the rock beside the tent.

"Let's take a break first. When it's dark, we will touch it and collect the things on the soldiers to see if there is any valuable information." Sergeant Meyer poured the coffee from the lunch box into the thermos, threw the residual liquid dry, and put it on the ground beside him.

“What time is it now?”

"It's 7:5 minutes. It's dark in more than half an hour. We'll be ready to return tomorrow, otherwise we won't be able to arrive at the meeting point on time." Meyer took out the can from his backpack and shook it hard.

"Beef stewed with potatoes, this is the last can."

The sergeant pulled out the folding knife inserted on the wooden pier, unfolded the can opening the canning blade on it, and skillfully pried open the gray-painted tin can. He picked up the spoon placed on the lid of the lunch box, and Meyer carefully scooped the food in the can into the lunch box.

Sdock took out a paper bag from the food bag, which contained cut black bread. The chocolate and lard were each placed in a round bakery box, and the Army's eagle emblem was engraved on the threaded lid. During mountain combat, soldiers consumed much calories than plains. Therefore, the supplies carried by these snipers were mainly high in calories and high fat, and there were not many conditions for taste, so they basically only wanted to be able to swallow.

Meyer put the lunch box on the folding alcohol stove. This small smokeless stove uses solid alcohol as fuel. In addition to heating the food, it can also be used as a light source for night lighting. The food in the lunch box is quickly heated, and a fragrance of oil drifts away from the small shelter.

Sdock moved his fingers, took out his own tableware and placed it on his knees, and began to apply lard onto the bread slices.

"What sound?" Meyer felt something was moving outside the tent. Sdock also felt an unusual tremor coming from the air. It seemed that something was approaching them.

Two experienced snipers responded immediately, putting down their belongings, lying on the edge of the cover pit, and observing from the gap in the tent cloth.

"It sounds like an airplane. It should be a large aircraft group." Sdock turned over and reached out to pick up his shotgun from the rock wall, and then quickly got out of the tent.

The sniper first picked up the rifle and glanced around, confirming the safety of the surrounding area, and no threatening targets appeared. At this time, the roar from the horizon became louder and louder, and it was already confirmed that a group of planes were approaching here. Sdock stood up and walked towards the slope on one side with his rifle. He wanted to find a place with a wide view to observe the situation.

"Oh, my God." Standing on the steep rocks in the foothills of the Alps, the German sniper couldn't help but sigh loudly at the spectacular scene he saw.

"This is..." His partner walked quickly to his companion with 98k, and also grew up, shocked at what he saw in front of him.

The spectacular fleet seemed to be invisible, and under the reflection of the sunset, it looked like a black locust swarm. The fleet flew over the Alps in a vast way. Sdock calculated the direction of the fleet's movement pointed directly to Italy.

"There are all French bombers, with seventy or eighty ones. Is this a full war going to start?" Meyer put down the telescope in his hand and asked his partner.

"It seems possible, Meyer, I think we should pack up and set off right away. There is definitely something big that we don't know about happening." Sdock carried the shotgun on his back and began to slowly climb under the rock.

"The captain has entered the bridge." The star officer shouted loudly, and all the officers and soldiers in the navigation bridge stood upright and saluted the captain.

"Continue, gentlemen." Lieutenant Colonel Erich Huago raised his hand and replied with a military salute, then slowly walked to his captain's seat and sat down.

"Sir, this is the report I just received. The supplies can be completed before midnight." The chief mate stood beside the captain's seat and the orderly sent steaming coffee from the side.

"The boiler pressure boost has been completed, the engine is running normally, Captain." The navigator held a form and needed the captain to sign and confirm.

"The forty recruits who were just assigned have been settled, and these lucky children actually encountered the dispatch when they boarded the ship for the first time."

"This time it should be a practical battle, and the recruits must be mentally prepared. I don't want to spend my energy to take care of them in the battle."

"What is the order of sailing at night? Is there any new instructions for the flagship?" Hua Ge took a sip of coffee and placed it on the workbench next to the captain's seat.

The Navy Lieutenant Colonel stood up and walked to the front of the bridge, looking out on the deck through the clear porthole. The night had already covered the entire military port, and the sailors were carrying out their final preparations for the sailing, and the deck was busy.

The surrounding warships also lit high-power lighting lamps one after another, making the hull and the sea surface bright. The port's transportation boats and the motorboats carried by each ship shuttled back and forth on the sea surface, like a group of tireless dolphins. Under the dazzling searchlight, the winding waves shone with silvery light.

"The command of the General Command is very clear and there is no need to delay at all. This mission is directly related to the empire's strategy. I hope you all can clearly recognize this." The captain calmly expressed his expectations for his subordinates, and all the personnel on the bridge expressed their clarity loudly.

Lieutenant Colonel Huago looked at his ship with his hands behind his back. Now she has been renovated and there is no trace left by the previous magnificent battle on her.

The former backbone of the Royal Navy's local fleet, the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship, was attacked by German train guns and torpedo bombers during the Battle of Dunkirk.

When the German army seized the warship, she had already rolled twenty degrees, and the deck was close to the water. At that time, everyone thought that the sinking of the warship was just a matter of time, but they did not expect that the Germans straightened the ship and dragged it back to Port Bremen.

Under the order of the new head of the empire, the German Navy smashed a large number of Jinmaks, and shipyards of all sizes and all over the country were mobilized. The Navy concentrated unprecedented manpower and material resources to complete this unprecedented repair project.

The technology of German workers is impeccable. As long as they are willing to spend money, more than a dozen shifts of workers can work in shifts, fast workers can also give you some meticulous work. Military giants such as Krupp and Rhine Steel have been very immersed in this business, but the results they have produced are indeed unrefutable. The Malaya returned to the sea with a fresh look, and was also equipped with weapons and ammunition produced in Germany.

The German Navy was not prepared to change the names of these captured warships, because Redel believed that this would better show the glory of the German Navy.

Lieutenant Colonel Erich Huago participated in the Battle of Narvik and served as the first mate of the USS German armored ship for a period of time. He had certain experience in operating large warships. In addition, he showed superhuman courage and dedication in the Battle of Narvik, so he was called out by the Admiralty and promoted to the captain of this battleship.

"The flagship sent a signal that we were ranked first in the departure position, and the Determination followed us. In this way, we need to move the berth." The first mate stepped forward to report.

"Send a signal to Rodney, we know. At the same time, ask Captain Carl of Rodney if he has any extra special supplies."

After a while, the captain received a reply from the signal soldier. "Captain Carl's reply was gone, all of them were dragged away by Major Randolph, and he didn't even leave a bottle for him."

I continue to ask for monthly tickets. It is really pleasant to see the rising ranking. I hope everyone will continue to support this book. There is no need to hesitate to send all the tickets to me. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!