Chapter 1639 Solve on the Spot

If Wittmann hadn't brought this up at the right time, Ensher would have probably forgotten about it.

After all, more than a thousand prisoners is not a small number. It would definitely be troublesome to march with so many prisoners.

Apart from anything else, the Allied planes in the sky would definitely be seen by the pilots as long as they were not blind. It would be a bit unreasonable if they remained indifferent after seeing so many of their own people being captured.

At that time, Ensher and Wittmann could guess what would happen.

Those Allied fighter planes buzzing around would definitely throw dense machine gun barrages, air-launched rockets, and aerial bombs all at once on their heads.

There might be American prisoners of war who were accidentally injured, but the losses on their side would definitely be greater. This highly targeted air strike could easily cause heavy casualties and corpses everywhere. What's worse is that these Allied planes will definitely call more companions to carry out air strikes together. If this happens, everything will be over and there will be no regrets.

Thinking of these terrible things, Ensher realized that he couldn't take these American burdens with him. Suddenly, his face showed a fierce light. After a brief hesitation, he changed his eyes and spoke to Wittmann with a decisive look.

"Since no one knows, we might as well kill all these Americans right here!"

"The fighting spirit of these bastards is quite good. You know, they are a unit that has just entered the battlefield. If they fight a few more battles to temper themselves, who knows how terrible their fighting power will be."

"The prisoners' confessions have mentioned that they are the trump cards of the US Army. What is the Big Red 1st Division? Who cares? Anyway, releasing them right here is definitely the worst choice. Sooner or later, these people will meet us again on the battlefield. The result at that time is hard to say."

For the German army, especially the SS, killing prisoners on a large scale is not a new thing that they have done for the first time.

On the Eastern Front, the German army, which shot the political commissars as soon as they were caught, had already executed countless prisoners. For those Red Army troops with strong fighting spirit and desperate resistance, large-scale killings of prisoners after victory were common. The SS alone discovered more than a hundred cases, big and small, but both the chicken farmer and the mustache took an indifferent attitude towards it.

It was up to the SS troops to decide whether to kill or not. The power of life and death was entirely decided by the frontline SS troops.

This was the case for the captured regular field troops of the Red Army, not to mention the guerrillas caught by the SS. Most of them were hanged on electric poles or hanged for public display. At the end, they had to hang a wooden sign with harsh words around their necks until their bodies decayed before they were allowed to collect their bodies.

Wittmann and Ensher had heard about such acts and deeds many times before, but neither Ensher nor Wittmann had ever personally issued such orders to their troops to massacre prisoners as commanders.

So even though Ensher looked fierce and tried to make himself look more resolute, Wittmann could already sense the hesitation in his good brother's eyes. He still did not dare to decisively order the immediate massacre of the prisoners, and there was still a trace of hesitation in his heart.

"You know it's wrong to do this, Ensher. We are soldiers fighting for the Führer, not butchers who slaughter prisoners like pigs in a slaughterhouse."

Ensher did not refute Wittmann's words on the spot, which was already a considerable degree of recognition.

But Ensher had his own reasons in his mind. He wanted to do this purely out of helplessness, which was different from those second-line perverted security SS troops who were addicted to killing.

"Then what do you say, what should we do if we don't get rid of these Americans? We can't take them away, and letting them go back will only cause trouble for us. What else can we do?"

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Ensher's words stumped Wittmann. As he said, this is indeed a dead end that cannot be solved at all.

"Do we really have to do this? They have surrendered as a soldier, and that's more than a thousand lives! Imagine if we were captured and found out we were going to be killed in such a desperate situation, what kind of scene would it be? I don't sympathize with our enemies, but we were morally untenable from the beginning, and this shouldn't be a reason."

"Morality? At this time, you still believe in these heresies? If we talk about morality, we shouldn't even start a war to invade Russia. We are a group of evil invaders who have nothing to do with morality! If we don't kill all these Americans, how can we..."

Without being interrupted by Wittmann, Ensher, who was speaking at the climax, suddenly stopped on his own and stopped talking about what was already on his lips.

Of course, Wittmann knew why this was the case. If Ensher really didn't struggle at all in his heart, he wouldn't be so entangled in such a trivial matter like he is now. This is not his past style of doing things.

"Let me think about it, just one or two minutes, let me think about it carefully."

Ah——

With a sigh, Wittmann didn't say anything more. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one of them, lit it, and started smoking. He also needed some time to think about the countermeasures.

At this moment, a figure who had approached suddenly came to Ensher and Wittmann. When the two looked away and didn't notice, he started to report directly.

"The troops have been assembled and my men are on standby. When will we set off?"

Wittmann followed the other side where the sound came from and turned his head to see that the person coming was the infantry company commander who had accompanied him in the battle just now.

"We still need some time to discuss the details of the retreat, which will be done soon. You go down first, Hank, I will contact you when we set off, so that your people will be ready at all times. This will not take long. "

Before Wittmann could say anything, Enschel, who also had a cigarette in his hand, took the lead and gave the order to the SS infantry company commander named Hank.

As for Hank, there was no too complicated response. After a simple salute, he turned around and left with his gun in hand. Two large 45-size army boots under his feet made a heavy sound on the floor. Without any confusion.

The brief arrival of the SS company commander was just a brief interlude. Enschel and Wittmann's main energy was still focused on thinking hard about the troublesome matter at hand.

It's just that neither Wittmann nor Enschel noticed a detail that is extremely easy to ignore: Hank's footsteps were so loud when he left, why didn't he make any sound when he came? When did he enter this house?