Chapter 1640 Someone Has to Do It, and I Am the Most Suitable One

Two minutes passed quickly. Ensher, who had just finished smoking a cigarette, knew that he had no time to waste. He simply put out the cigarette butt in the candlestick on the table and spoke.

"Have you come up with any other ideas? Hmm?"

Unfortunately, the only answer left for Ensher was Wittmann's bitter smile and shaking head.

"If I had thought of it with my IQ, maybe I wouldn't have to serve in the army. Maybe I would become a banker or a big boss."

A joke that was neither big nor small did not have any effect in easing the atmosphere. Ensher took a deep breath and knew that no matter how reluctant he was, it was time for him to give the final order. There are always some things that must be done by a specific person, and in Ensher's opinion, that person happened to be himself, nothing more.

"There's no other way, then..."

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Boom -- Boom --

Ensher hadn't finished his words when the continuous gunshots and the loud explosions from outside the window instantly interrupted the remaining words he hadn't spoken yet.

"What's going on? Are the American reinforcements here?!"

"I don't know, let's go and have a look!"

Ensher and Wittmann, who were like they were on a hot wheel, rushed out of the small building at the fastest speed they could reach, and came to the street downstairs. Then they saw an adjutant of the battalion running and jogging all the way here.

"It's bad! Hank Hank's men took action. They fired guns and used explosives to blow up the entire building! It was full of Americans who were driven in!"

What! ?

After hearing the news, Wittmann and Ensher looked at each other, both of them staring at each other in confusion and disbelief.

Ensher was determined to bear the crime of ordering the massacre of prisoners of war, but this order was not only Hank, but even Wittmann had not heard it from his own mouth. What on earth was Hank playing? Kill first and then report? This is too much! ?

"Don't say anything else, let's go and take a look!"

Wittmann, who didn't recommend continuing to talk nonsense, left this and ran away first, and Ensher, who didn't dare to waste time thinking too much, followed him.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, basically one or two steps faster, arrived at the scene of the incident after a while.

I saw a three-story building that was originally a gathering center in the town. At this moment, it has been completely razed to the ground, leaving only a pile of ruins and rubble that are still smoking. The tall building in my memory has disappeared.

Along with it, Hank, who is still standing by with a gun and a cigarette in his mouth, is looking at everything in front of him calmly while puffing out smoke, as if he is appreciating a fresh masterpiece.

"Hank, what did you do? Who allowed you to do this? Do you know what the consequences will be?!"

The first person who couldn't help but rush forward was Wittmann. He didn't even care about the relationship that he had fought side by side with Hank's company not long ago. He went up and asked a series of loud questions like a machine gun.

Unlike Wittmann's obvious emotional fluctuations, Hank, who flicked the ash of his cigarette with his hand, still had a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

"I heard your conversation. There is no need to hesitate about such things. I made such a mistake in 1941. I let a 16-year-old Russian guerrilla go and only confiscated his gun. What happened?"

"The next day, this bastard led a large group of guerrillas to attack our base. I was the only one left in my squad. I was also shot and a finger was broken and could never be reattached. I lay in the pile of corpses and was seriously injured and unable to move. I watched him spit on the corpses of our people. It was not until then that I realized how stupid I was."

"The prisoners you let go today will not be grateful to you. Tomorrow on the battlefield, they will be grateful to you. If they see you, they will still kill you and call you a fool. I know that you elite armored troops may not have done such a thing. It is not worth driving a tank to kill people and take the blame, but someone has to do it, and I am the most suitable one. "

"No matter what decision you two make, I will only do the right thing. Letting these Americans go is a big disaster. I have seen their ability. Only this is the best choice to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. "

Looking at Hank's right hand with severed fingers that he specially raised in front of him, Wittmann, who was speechless, felt that he had an indescribable feeling in his heart at this moment, and the boundary between right and wrong, justice and evil had long been blurred.

Hank deliberately lowered his footsteps and quietly approached the small room where Ensher and Wittmann were at the time.

Maybe he was just here to report the situation at first, but after accidentally hearing the keywords of Ensher and Wittmann's loud argument, he did deliberately lower his footsteps and wanted to get closer to listen more carefully.

In the end, Hank got to hear the content of the conversation that interested him, and based on it, he made a decision that he thought was right. He turned back and ordered his men to take action and deal with the trouble. This is the whole process of this sudden accident.

The explosives were placed here by the Wehrmacht defenders a long time ago. This was originally a warehouse for storing city defense materials, military supplies, medicines and food. The only purpose of placing the explosives was to blow up this place directly when there was an emergency and they had to evacuate but didn't have time to take the things away. At least, it would prevent the precious military supplies from falling into the hands of the enemy.

But later, the supplies were almost consumed and there was no supply. This empty building with not much storage space had a lot of extra space. The explosives that were drilled and buried before were not removed, which seemed unnecessary and redundant.

Hank had thought about driving all the American prisoners here in advance. He had already chosen this treasure place that he had just learned when he was ordered to escort the prisoners together.

In other words, Hank had considered the possibility of not being able to take the Americans away when evacuating from the beginning, and he considered it very carefully.

From the second-line SS security forces, he relied on his own ability to make it to the current first-line elite SS forces, whether it was looting, killing and setting fires, hanging for public display, or confronting the enemy head-on on the battlefield and fighting hand-to-hand with the enemy's elite.

Hank, who has never stopped since 1941, has performed almost all kinds of tasks.

When it comes to the ruthless execution of prisoners, let alone Wittmann, even if Wittmann and Ensher were tied together, they would not be as fierce as Hank alone.

After all, as Hank said, these elite SS armored troops are not needed to execute prisoners. The most suitable person for this dirty work is indeed himself.