Eight Hundred and Seven Oscars

In the morning, the German army in this bridgehead had already dressed up like the Soviet Red Army. They stood guard, carried Mosin Nagant on their shoulders, patrolled in style and even checked passing vehicles.

A column of Soviet Red Army soldiers driving a truck came all the way from a distant road under the cover of two armored vehicles. These soldiers got closer and closer to the bridgehead, and finally stood firm in front of the checkpoint. A Soviet soldier in the lead handed over his papers and then demanded to see the commander of the bridge garrison.

"Hello! Comrade Company Commander! I don't know which unit you belong to? What are you doing here?" The German special forces commander who pretended to be a Soviet officer smiled and took the Soviet officer's ID card, pretending to look at it. After looking twice, he handed the small book back to the other party, and asked casually.

The officer put away his documents, sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, don't mention it, I heard that the Germans might take advantage of the chaos to parachute paratroopers, we were ordered to search from last night until now, without eating or resting. "

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, where several German soldiers were lighting a fire and cooking, which looked delicious. The Soviet officer swallowed involuntarily, and smiled embarrassedly at the German officer: "We haven't found anything, and we're starving by this time, can we..."

"Of course! We have quite a lot of food here. After all, it's Luca. People often leave something behind." The German military officer looked at the signal from the secret whistle in the distance, and the smile on his face deepened. Looking at the other person's back, stretched one hand forward, and made a gesture of invitation: "The train that passed yesterday, left some beef and train."

"I really envy you all. You don't have to go to the front to fight, and there are so many good things. It's so happy." The Soviet officer, whose stomach was already empty after receiving the invitation, said enviously: "Comrade company commander, you are so hospitable. , I am from the 197th Infantry Division of the 2nd Guards Armored Front, nice to meet you."

While speaking, they had already arrived in the room, and the German military officer replied with a smile: "It's too unfortunate, I am the commander of the German SS Special Operations Regiment, Operation Viper Brigade."

The Soviet officer was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt his neck being strangled from behind. Before he could figure out what happened, his fragile cervical vertebrae had been twisted, and after a crisp click, his The entire head was twisted into a strange angle, and it was piled up in the corner behind the door like a puddle of mud.

"The call from the dispatching department of the Soviets just now shows that the train is about to arrive, and it will arrive at our place in about 15 minutes." The German soldier hiding behind the door took off his assault rifle and held it in his hand while reporting to the German officer road.

"Go, start by the door on the other side and tell everyone to prepare for battle. The fixed-point blasting on the railroad is ready to sneak us in this time,

Naturally, it is necessary to make a big fuss and play a big game. "Looking at the corpse on the ground, the German military officer opened his mouth and ordered in German: "Be clean and tidy. Keep the armored vehicles as much as possible. We may still be useful." "

The German soldier nodded, and then rushed out through the door on the other side. The German military officer looked out the window, and his subordinates had naturally become one with the Soviet soldiers who had just come here. This is an ambush with mental arithmetic and unintentional, this is an extremely secretive sneak attack.

"Tutu! Chutu!" The machine gun position on one side suddenly opened fire, and a dozen Soviet soldiers were caught off guard and fell to the ground. The remaining Soviet soldiers didn't know what happened. They looked in the direction of the gunshots, but they did not expect that the bayonet had pierced their chests from another direction.

"Hey! Why? You're not the one in the suburb of Smolensk, the one in the village next door to me..." A young Soviet soldier asked in a puzzled tone as he watched all his acquaintances fall to the ground in shock. just with him

Acquaintances to chat with.

"I've recited this set of phrases several times. Who knew I would actually meet a 'citizen'." The German soldier replied coldly. He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The young man who happily talked about the scenery of his hometown fell to the ground with a single shot.

A Soviet armored vehicle driver saw that the situation was not good, so scared he quickly climbed into the armored vehicle, trying to get in to escape, but just as he opened the hatch, he was hit by a German sniper ambushing in the distance He clutched his chest and rolled off the armored vehicle. Bright red blood spilled all over the front of the armored vehicle.

"Confirm the location of our own people!" A squad commander at the scene shouted loudly in German, and then everyone raised their left hands and began to confirm each other. In the end, it was found that no one was among them, and no opponent escaped their massacre.

"Okay! Let's move! Prepare your position. After the demolition team secures the train, notify the surrounding friendly forces by radio that the operation is complete!" The commander-in-chief of the front line who came out of the bunker ordered, and all the German troops began to run to their respective positions. No one cared about the corpses lying on the ground, but a few German soldiers drove away the blood-stained armored vehicles.

"Woo!... Bang, bang..." In the distance, a Soviet train with a red flag on its head was driving towards us quickly, and the German soldiers lay in ambush in the bunkers that had been prepared long ago, and began to wait silently. , waiting for the moment they carefully planned to come.

"Demolition team! Detonation!" The commander of the German army ordered loudly. As soon as his words fell, the members of the blasting team around him energized the detonator, and then pressed the detonation switch.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the explosives that originally bombed the bridge exploded at the front and rear of the train. The huge force set off the steel rails, causing the entire train to fall to the side of the road, and the carriages behind followed. With a huge trembling, they all derailed, and then rolled over on the other side of the railway.

All the Soviet soldiers standing on the train and escorting the train fell to the ground due to the explosion. Most of them lost their lives. Although a few soldiers did not die, they had completely lost their combat effectiveness. Flour, vegetables and other grains covered by canvas on the train were also scattered all over the ground because the train overturned and broke the carriage.

Behind the carriages for transporting food, there are also carriages for transporting soldiers. These soldiers are not issued with weapons. The huge shock caused these young Soviet soldiers who were undertrained to scream in horror. Some carriages have overturned, and the people inside Because the doors were facing down and blocked, they could only knock on the carriages, but some carriages did not overturn due to the distance. The soldiers inside had already kicked open the sliding doors of the carriages and jumped out of the carriages, which were no different from prisons.

The German army ambushing on both sides of the road began to fire with Soviet Maxim heavy machine guns, and the bullets flew into the crowd, splashing a cloud of blood. There were screams everywhere, and no one knew what happened. Everyone was just pushing and shoving, wanting to leave this blood-stained place.

"Damn it! It's our own people who shot! It's our own people!" A Soviet recruit who saw the uniform worn by the German army yelled loudly, but the bullet quickly hit his body, making him follow other corpses fall together. Farther away, most of the fleeing Soviet soldiers also saw clearly the "friendly soldiers" who were firing at them, screaming and cursing.

"Bastard! We are our own people! Don't shoot! We are our own people! We are supplementary soldiers! We are supplementary soldiers from the front line! The Soviets!" An officer leading the team tried to save the chaotic situation, but he quickly He was shot in the head by a German sniper in the woods in the distance.

"They've rebelled! They've defected to the Germans!" From nowhere, a voice yelled terribly, and the other Soviet recruits immediately accepted this argument, because the "friendly soldiers" who shot at them didn't listen at all. Their explanations, regardless of the obvious military uniforms on them.

"Damn it! We gotta get out of here! Quick! Along the railroad

run back! "A Soviet soldier led the people around him and ran towards the railway when he came. They ran in the same direction as they came and went, regardless of the bullets flying behind them and the fallen comrades around them.

Thousands of Soviet recruits were beaten by a hundred or ten German troops without the slightest ability to fight back. The ground was covered with at least 500 soldiers' bodies, and there was also an overturned Soviet train.

"A group of idiots! It's not that we yelled for them. These idiots still can't think of the idea of ​​a mutiny by their allies." A German soldier sneered while putting snow on the steaming Maxim heavy machine gun. said sarcastically. He just used this machine gun to kill at least 50 Soviet soldiers.

"If they are smarter than you, you are the one lying on the ground now." Beside him, the deputy shooter smiled with an assault rifle on his back, and then the two of them looked back at the Soviet soldiers in the trench who were lying there yesterday. I curled my lips.

"Clean the battlefield! We have to stand here alone for a while. Reinforcements will come soon, everyone, get ready." The German commander looked at the steaming battlefield and ordered loudly: "Communication team, here we go!" Allied forces around and headquarters sent telegrams telling them everything was going according to plan."

Guderian, who was guarding the army headquarters, finally got the telegram he wanted, and the message from the other party was very simple: "The operation with the password 'Oscar' and the code name 'Role Playing' has been successfully completed, and the next step can be planned. gone."

Guderian looked at the commanders who were also waiting in the headquarters, and said with a smile: "Everything is going well! Everyone, follow the second part of the action plan and start implementing it!"

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