Chapter 1500 You Do the First Day, I Do the Fifteenth

"We can't stay here, the casualties are too high! We need heavy fire!!!"

"Retreat, retreat! Retreat out of the tank fire range, quickly!"

The Wehrmacht infantry, who didn't even have a half-track armored vehicle, quickly retreated. Launching a infantry charge in front of the well-armored and powerful Panther 2 was almost pure suicide. There was not even a shelter to hide in this open battlefield. Are you tired of living by charging under 75mm high-explosive bombs and machine gun barrage?

"Mission accomplished! Those Wehrmacht cowards have retreated, and it's time for us to retreat too! Evacuate according to the predetermined plan, the first row will retreat last, and the second and third rows will go first, quickly!"

Herbert sent a fully equipped armored company plus an infantry company to meet them. In fact, this was the maximum reinforcement force that Herbert could mobilize.

The remaining main forces were making final preparations for the upcoming breakout. Herbert did not want these unprepared troops to participate in the battle because of the simple principle that one move could affect the whole body. If things went wrong, it would be a big problem.

But even if it was an armored company with 9 medium tanks, these 9 big guys with steel and iron bones stopped there and fired at full power, they were still not something the Wehrmacht, who had nothing to fight with, could resist. The complete defeat of the Wehrmacht was doomed from the moment the SS reinforcements arrived.

Seeing that the Wehrmacht could no longer withstand the firepower and retreated, the convoy on his side was also evacuating in an orderly manner according to orders. [ ]

Scott, who expected that there would be no more emergencies, left the bunker where he was staying, called on the troops who stayed behind with him, and ran straight to the SS armored forces not far away to meet up.

Scott, who hadn't even gotten close yet, saw from a distance that a Panther tank that seemed to be the leader had its hood open, and the commander was leaning out of the turret, commanding the infantry around the tank to retreat quickly. Scott, who didn't think much about it at all, ran forward without saying a word.

"Hey, my God! It's you, Hermann!"

"Huh? Scott!?"

As soon as Scott ran to the side of the tank, he looked up and saw the face of the commander standing on the turret. The familiar face was Hermann: a first-level assault captain of the Viking Division with the same rank as himself. They had cooperated a lot in the recent days of fighting together, and the two who had just met had a good relationship at the moment.

Seeing Scott standing next to the car with a look of surprise and a little surprise, looking up at him, Hermann, who was also surprised, quickly recovered his state and responded.

"This is not a place for idle chats. Those Wehrmacht cowards might come back again! How are your people evacuating? We have to leave here as soon as possible, the sooner the better!"

Hermann, who only knew that he was here to pick up someone but didn't know that he was here to pick up his good brother, now only wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Hermann was always worried that when his side was busy fighting the Wehrmacht, what if the Russians who took advantage of the situation attacked? If they could temporarily turn their guns around and face the outside world together, it would be fine. I was afraid that these Wehrmacht rubbish who were about to surrender would turn their elbows outward.

If they helped the Russians to deal with their own SS, then there would be fun.

This possibility really did not exist in Hermann's view, and it could even be said that the possibility was quite high!

"We are already evacuating! I let the oil truck go first, and the following trucks will leave immediately after carrying some important food and medicine! Which way are you going to evacuate? Do you want to go over and join us?"

Scott felt that it would be safer to have armored troops escorting and protecting the convoy. Hermann, who understood Scott's meaning, gave an answer without hesitation.

"No problem, we will evacuate with you! We will be there soon, get in the car! Quick!"

The so-called getting in the car naturally meant that there was no seat in the car for Scott. Being able to sit behind the turret of the Panther 2 and take a ride on the engine compartment was already a great honor.

The SS infantrymen who moved quickly got on the car and lay on their own Panthers. The steel monsters spewing black smoke carried their own infantrymen and began to evacuate quickly, leaving the Wehrmacht soldiers in the distance holding binoculars and still observing the battlefield situation in anger.

"This bunch of SS rubbish! They can even kill their own people! I will let the Fuehrer know about this and accuse them!"

"Fuehrer? Haha"

The voice that responded was obviously different from the angry complaints and threats to expose this matter to make a big fuss. The voice that responded was somewhat desolate, sad, and mixed with self-deprecating helplessness.

"You should think about how to tell Stalin about this matter in a more reliable way. Soon we will no longer be German soldiers, but prisoners of the Russians. These SS bastards took action because they were sure of this. Otherwise, why do you think they didn't act earlier?"

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Although the words were very unpleasant, so unpleasant that people could not answer a single word on the spot.

But it was helpless. This was reality, nothing more.

A very cruel and extremely realistic tragedy. Even if you were beaten and betrayed by friendly forces, you had no place to complain. After all, you are about to surrender, you have already made up your mind and you are obviously violating the orders of the Fuhrer. Now you want the Fuhrer to "bring justice" to you Russian prisoners? What have you been doing before? Isn't this a little funny?

For the Wehrmacht who had just been hit by a club and had no ability to fight back, the truth was so cruel. In the end, they could only break their teeth and bleed, and they had to swallow it and endure it.

It seemed that he was unwilling to give up and always wanted to take revenge on the SS who had cheated him so much. The voice with an angry tone just now quickly organized his words and spoke again.

"What should we do then? Just let it go? Watch these SS bastards pat their butts and leave and say goodbye? I can't swallow this breath, it's too cowardly!"

For the Wehrmacht, is there really no way to take revenge on the SS?

In fact, there is, and it has been thought of by the buddy with a very calm tone.

But if this method is really spoken out, it will be much crazier than the shit the SS just did.

"Of course there is a way, it just depends on whether you are willing to do it."

"What way? You tell me."

Putting down the telescope in his hand and thinking for a while, he finally spoke slowly after thinking about how to express it properly.

"Notify the Russians and tell them that the SS scum Viking Division, who are doing all kinds of evil and killing innocent people all day long, is next to us. They just fought a battle with us and robbed the fuel and supplies, and are preparing to break out and run away."

"Believe me, there are people who hate this SS garbage more than you. The Russians will come specially to crush them until there is nothing left."