Chapter 2307 Cold-Blooded and Ruthless

Chapter 2307??Cold-blooded

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Wegener was dumbfounded when he heard Wittmann's narration. He was in the state of "I understand, but I am still shocked". He stared at each other and could hardly imagine that such a thing was true. It was the comrade-in-arms who fought against the enemy together with him. He had always been with such a person and fought side by side. Google search reading

It was normal for Wegener to have such a reaction, or Wittmann did not blame Wegener for being disgusted and shocked.

After all, armored soldiers are not infantrymen. The "hothouse babies" who stay in armored iron boxes all day long are not comparable to those who come from the second-line security team, rely on unscrupulous anti-guerrillas, and climb up by military merits, and step by step transfer to the first-line field troops, and then to the elite, and finally have today's ruthless and cruel people.

Wittmann knew that in Heisenberg's eyes, a kid like Wegener was not even a rookie. His superb artillery skills and outstanding gunner talent did not mean anything. In the eyes of Heisenberg, a long-range artillery sniper who could be completed with a flick of the finger was no different from a rural girl who had never seen blood.

Wittmann knew this not by guessing, but because when he first met and offended Heisenberg because of his real-name face-to-face report, Heisenberg, with a grin on his face, mocked him like this: a fool who only knew how to squat in a steel box and kill people with a telescope without blood on his hands was not qualified to show off in front of him.

If you want to talk about something, it is recommended to smear a few people with a knife and let blood splash on your hands and face before coming to talk about it, otherwise even "whether you are qualified to preach" may be a question worth discussing.

There are even more outrageous things than such words and fallacies. Heisenberg's superiors even tacitly approved of his fallacies and called Wittmann's superiors to take him back. At the end, they did not forget to give a "bad review" and questioned why Wittmann had so many trivial matters and had to meddle in things that he should not be in charge of. Of course, this was said to Wittmann's superiors.

In short, it means that Wittmann's superiors should manage their subordinates well and stop making trouble.

Fortunately, Wittmann's superiors have known him for a long time and are very considerate. They ignored the second-line security SS leader and only pulled Wittmann in private to tell him not to meddle in other people's affairs in the future. They also did not impose any punishment and turned the page on the matter.

So is this matter really over?

In theory, yes, but not for Wittmann personally.

Wittmann, who had been keeping this matter in his heart and it seemed to be a hurdle that was difficult to completely overcome, could not forget what happened that day, what he said that day, and what others said and heard that day. No matter how time passed, he could not forget all of this.

But Wittmann had never expected that Heisenberg, this bastard, would be so tough.

He fought in Russia from 1941 to 1944 when he was completely driven out, but he was still not killed by the Russians. He was tougher than a cockroach and he didn't know how to be so stubborn until now. He was promoted and made a fortune and got the position of deputy battalion commander, with the same position and title as himself.

Don't the Russians want revenge? Let this bastard go free?

Wittmann was puzzled and surprised, but he didn't show it directly, but hid it in his heart.

Until he received the order to cooperate with the team led by Heisenberg as if it was a joke, Wittmann felt all kinds of indescribable and difficult to accurately describe feelings in his heart. He didn't know what to say, and he could only bite the bullet and agree to this task until now.

"Three minutes to prepare, those who need to pee or smoke, hurry up, and start the attack immediately!"

Because the troops were limited and they were divided into two groups when attacking the periphery of the town, they were relatively scattered, so Wittmann and his group who took the periphery of the town did not attack the town directly, but rested for a while and assembled the troops to prepare to launch a fatal attack and defeat the US army in one go.

This also gave Heisenberg some free time. After giving orders to his men, he could even take the initiative to come forward and chat with Wittmann by the car.

"See? I told you it won't be a big problem, just like killing a nest of rabbits. These Americans are spineless after all, what can they use to fight us? There is only one way to go."

It can be seen that the brave and aggressive Heisenberg is very satisfied with the surprise attack on the outskirts of the town. Now he can still talk to Wittmann with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile. The narrow scar on his face, which was already hideous, looks even more terrifying with such a smile.

"Are your people ready?"

Wittmann didn't say anything extra, and his face was as expressionless as the poker cards in Heisenberg's pocket. Seeing this, Heisenberg just smiled even more and answered casually.

"What else do you need to prepare to kill a nest of rabbits? Look, I'll pull out the intestines of the Americans and make them into decorations for you. Maybe you can use them to hang outside your turret to scare the Americans out of their wits."

Heisenberg, who didn't have enough cigarettes and refilled himself with one, waved the match in his hand and flicked out the fireworks. Wittmann was convinced that this guy wanted to kill a prisoner of war, not as much as flicking out the lit cigarette in his hand. How much harder is it to smoke a match? After thinking about it again and again, I feel that it is necessary to add a reminder, even though it may be just useless nonsense.

"Anyone you kill once the fighting stops has nothing to do with me. Think about it yourself."

Wittmann knew that he couldn't control this group of people, and he didn't bother to fight with his fellow murderers who were loyal to him. In terms of numbers, these Panzergrenadiers were far more numerous than the armored soldiers under him. Much more. Wittmann didn't want to see anything like a falling out between panzer grenadiers and armored soldiers.

As for Heisenberg, it was just a raise of the corner of his mouth without any verbal answer. No one knew what this guy wanted to do after the battle.

A foreseeable battle soon started. As Wittmann thought, the remaining US troops, who were unwilling to withdraw from the town so simply, built defenses in the town. Perhaps they planned to hold on until reinforcements arrived and turn defeat into victory, but it was destined not to happen today. Give them that opportunity.

Da da da--

Bang bang bang——

"One o'clock direction, second floor window, US machine gun! Shoot it away!"

"Are there still our civilians there?"

Wegener did not forget that the town he was in was a German town. Perhaps this sentence was redundant and should not be asked, but he still blurted it out under the control of his subconscious. The only thing waiting for him was Wittmann's cold reply as always in battle.

"Repeat, blast it! Fire!"

"yes"

Boom——