Chapter 1138 Unveiling the Surprise
Time goes back to half a minute ago. At that time, the first-level assault captain Enkel was still giving orders to his adjutant. The SS soldiers who were busy checking the battlefield and cleaning the positions to see if there were any valuable discoveries and things were also busy. No one realized the surging danger lurking under the undercurrent.
"Woo woo woo uh woo woo woo!"
"Hmm? What sound?"
The short SS soldier holding a Mauser 98K rifle heard a strange sound. The sound seemed to come from a trench not far away. It sounded like, a bit like the dying struggle of the unfortunate guy who was about to die in the field hospital. It seemed that even the throat was blocked by blood clots and he couldn't make a decent word.
"Hey! There's movement over there, listen carefully!"
"Hmm? Over there?"
The SS soldier who realized that something was wrong stopped searching and called his good brother comrade who was a few steps away to stop together, and listened carefully to the direction where the sound came from.
"Woo-woo-woo-"
"Hmm? There really is a sound, it sounds like someone is shouting, as if their mouth is blocked."
If only one person heard it, it might be that their ears were not working well and they heard it wrongly, but now two living people heard the strange sound, which cannot be explained by saying "hearing hallucination".
"Let's go and take a look, be careful, it might be a living Russian!"
The Russians who were in a hurry to escape abandoned the seriously injured who they could not take away on the battlefield. This seemed very reasonable to the two SS soldiers at the moment and they thought it was completely possible.
After all, those Russians could abandon their precious tanks and leave them on the battlefield. What else could they not leave behind? Leaving behind seriously injured soldiers who delayed the retreat was one of the routine operations, and there was nothing difficult to understand or unreasonable about it.
One person had a Mauser P40 in hand.
The two SS soldiers who carefully approached on the left and right quickly crouched down and came to the place where the sound came from, but suddenly found that a team of cautious SS soldiers suddenly emerged from the blind spot of the corner of the trench at the end. The familiar faces silently told that they were all soldiers from the same division.
"You also followed the sound?"
The group of people at the opposite end of the trench asked first. The rifleman who didn't know the other party's name and just felt that the other party looked familiar nodded. It seems that there are more than two people attracted by the sound.
"Well, let's see which unlucky guy is still alive.
As early as the beginning of this abrupt conversation, the common answer that the two groups were looking for had actually been revealed.
A junior SS officer whose face and rank could not be seen clearly was lying on the ground. The strange thing was that this guy with hands and feet and seemingly no external injuries just lay there, his whole face down, buried in the soil, and kept making painful groans that were not like humans.
Who is this guy? What happened to him? Why didn't the Russians kill this unlucky guy before retreating? Just leave him here and don't care?
There were more than one person who had such questions in their hearts. An SS rifleman who walked forward cautiously was very vigilant. Even when he came to the side of this unlucky guy, he still didn't dare to take any actual action. The unspeakable weirdness made him subconsciously look back for the last time.
"Turn him over and see what's going on! Listen to my orders and get ready to shoot! "
The SS leader was very alert. Everything that seemed strange made him think that the guy in the officer's uniform facing the ground might be a fake. Some half-dead Russian guy might have changed into his own uniform and was ready to take the blame. This situation has happened in the past, so we must pay attention and be vigilant.
The rifleman who got the final answer from his superior took a step forward with courage. He felt that there should be no problem with so many comrades around to cover him. If it was really a Russian guy pretending to be a fraud, he would definitely beat the bastard into a hornet's nest in the first place.
He wouldn't even have the chance to raise his hands, let alone use weapons to kill himself, if all this was really as he imagined.
"Hey, can you hear me? Can you answer me?"
The slightly raised right foot gently touched the guy who fell to the ground, but what followed was not an answer, but just a whimpering hum that was the same as before.
"Hoho, I hope everything will be fine. "
The rifleman, who had not received any useful answer, had no other options. The only way was to turn the unfortunate man over to see what was going on.
He continued to hold his Mauser 98K rifle with his right hand, while his left hand slowly left the gun and placed it on the man's back.
At the moment he touched the clothes on the man's shoulder, he could clearly feel the sign of life in his palm.
This sign was the temperature of life and the trembling of a living body. The rifleman, who had noticed this, no longer hesitated. If it was really one of his own, wouldn't it be a pity to die like this? At least he had to rescue him quickly. Even if it was a Russian, he might be able to pry something useful out of his mouth.
The left hand holding the shoulder suddenly pulled back and turned outward, and the man in the SS officer's uniform, who had fallen to the ground, immediately stood up like a salted fish turning over and lay on the ground, facing up.
The rifleman guessed correctly. This was indeed a genuine one of his own, and even a familiar person: the deputy commander of his infantry company. In the last wave of offensive assault, he was directly judged as dead because he failed to return to the team when counting the number of people after retreating. He died on the outer position of the October State Farm controlled by the Russians.
If it was just that the person was still alive and there was still a little chance of saving, then the rifleman should have called out to his comrades with surprise and shouted loudly to help quickly, but the fact was obviously not the case. Instead, there was a stagnant and terrified expression on his face, and he was almost scared to death and couldn't even say a word.
The guy who was beaten half to death and had a swollen head like a pig's head not only had half his life left, but also had a ball of smelly socks taken off by someone's feet stuffed into his mouth. The wailing hums may not only be due to pain, but also the strong foot odor that can be smelled even two meters away.
What was even more terrible was that the action of turning the unfortunate man over had already brought about catastrophic consequences. The dozen or so German standard M24 grenades tied from his chest to his abdomen had already been detonated, and the terrifying scene of white smoke hissing could almost instantly scare anyone with a little courage to death.