Chapter 1527 His Name Is Anton

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The situation of winter military uniforms and food, which were less important, was not good either. Most of the food was lost, and the military uniforms were also in poor condition. The clothes were torn apart and scattered all over the ground. It was more like a village full of wolves than an armed robber.

The Wehrmacht rapid response team that came to the rescue could not even imagine what kind of violent robbers could leave such a mess of bodies on the ground and turn the armored train protected by a tank turret into such a state.

It has already happened, and it is useless to regret it now .

According to the original plan, the exasperated SS commander of the district originally intended to immediately launch a large-scale "rural cleanup" operation, and then conduct a dragnet screening of all the villages and population gathering areas around the railway section where the incident occurred in Cherkasy, and to plunder the land. This kind of thing is the specialty of the SS stationed in the area, so it is naturally easy to do.

But before the SS launched the action, the Russians who won a decisive victory in the Battle of Kursk rushed over with cannons roaring, tanks roaring, and planes pressing the position and shouting Ura.

Now, let alone the second-line SS troops responsible for maintaining law and order in the occupied areas, even the first-line elite SS troops such as the Viking Division had to assemble and rush to the front line to participate in the war, and the cleanup and revenge would be forgotten.

If the Germans can win If there is a battle in Cherkassy, ​​they might even settle accounts with these Ukrainian bandits.

But the current situation is clear to anyone with a discerning eye. The Germans are doomed to fail, and will soon be killed by the unstoppable Soviet Red Army, completely losing their control over this land.

The Soviet Red Army's momentum to fight back is even more fierce than when the Germans came in 1941. The Germans trapped in the Cherkassy encirclement are like mice in a trap, running around in panic trying to rush out of the trap.

But they hit the wall again and again and couldn't get out. In the end, they ended up with a miserable end of a bloody head and were mostly wiped out by the Soviet Red Army. It was really miserable.

If this trend continues, it may not be long before these Germans They will all be crushed to death in Cherkassy, ​​becoming high-quality fertilizer to nourish the land that is about to usher in early spring.

Once the Germans collapse, the Ukrainian bandits who have been doing business without capital on this land all day will have to face a new ruling force: the Soviet regime and its Soviet Red Army.

To be honest, the Ukrainian bandits who have been upset and even worried in recent days actually hope that the people who rule this land are the Germans rather than the Bolsheviks.

The Germans who have been levying heavy taxes and extorting land since they came to Ukraine are unpopular here, and they are even more likely to be tripped up and stabbed in the back.

Those people who were forced to live by the brutal rule of the Germans joined the bandit army when they were desperate and took up arms to eat this bowl of rice with their heads on the belt. The Germans who are not good at operation and operation in Ukraine have given the local bandit army a great living space.

This is not only equivalent to providing soldiers to the bandit army in disguise, but more importantly, the Germans, as foreign conquerors, are not familiar with this land, do not understand the people's sentiments, and are not good at long-term rule.

To put it bluntly, as long as the Germans continue to rule Ukraine and the war has not ended, these Ukrainian bandits have the confidence to continue playing cat and mouse games with the Germans, and continue to go around in circles. To put it bluntly, the routines and IQ of these German sticks are just like that.

When you are familiar with your opponent, you have already known how to take countermeasures, and the Germans, whose main energy is not on suppressing bandits, are not difficult to deal with in the eyes of the powerful bandit army.

But now, the situation is about to become very different from before. The ability of the Bolsheviks in suppressing bandits is really not comparable to those Nazi idiots.

When they think of the iron torrent army that even the Germans cannot stop is about to rush over, the Ukrainian bandit army leaders who have no appetite and sleep at night are terrified, as if they will have nightmares in broad daylight.

Some time ago, in a small valley still covered by snow, in a half-buried earthwork that was almost invisible.

Several Ukrainian rough men with guns on their waists and cigarettes in their hands were gathered together and had a long conversation. Almost all of these people who seemed to be of high status had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they had encountered a huge problem.

"I said, the cigarettes are almost gone, I can't count how many cigarettes I have, can someone come out and start? We are gathered here to discuss business, not just to smoke together."

The man who spoke first had a face full of fat, and looked more like a butcher selling pork in a vegetable market than a bandit leader.

He is less than 1.7 meters tall and weighs at least 212 kilograms. In this age of scarcity, he is really capable of eating himself into such a fat lard thief.

The pork man muttered with dissatisfaction and asked others to speak up. In fact, his own speech was the first to make a start, and no one else was needed anymore.

Soon, a responding voice blurted out.

"We have reached this point, what else can we do? We have offended the Germans to death, and those Bolsheviks will never accept us, even if we kill many Germans. Don't forget that we usually don't Stop robbing houses and stealing food and women countless times. These are the things that these Bolsheviks cannot tolerate the most.”

When the pork man heard this, he took two deep breaths and took a long puff of cigarette. The flesh on his face was shaking like ripples in the water as his breathing rate accelerated.

"What you said means you didn't say it! What we want now is a solution and what to do next. We are not here to listen to the situation retelling. Everyone knows what you said and there is no need to repeat it."

Seeing that he was being slapped angrily by the pork man, the wretched man, who was as slim and tall as a skinny monkey, didn't bother to respond. He took the last puff of the cigarette butt in his hand and raised his hand to squish it out while speaking again. .

"Brother Anton, tell us what we should do. Last time, everyone was confused when they robbed the armored train of the Germans. You were the only one who persisted to the end, and it turned out to be successful. You have gained such a huge fortune this time! We still listen to you, we will do whatever you say and we will come up with a solution for everyone.”