Chapter 2867 The Last Elite

The uniforms of the SS were all dark black combat uniforms, which made them look more like the internal police force than the front-line field elites.

But at the same time, the clothes and weapons in these people's hands silently told you that they were here for the battlefield with real swords and guns.

The MG17 aircraft machine gun with a gun belt hanging on the shoulder and a drum magazine installed was now doing the "idle" work. I just don't know if these SS scums who look tall and strong can withstand the waist shooting with this thing with a brutal firing rate.

Except for the most conspicuous special machine guns, most of the others were holding the STG44, and the distribution rate was obviously much higher than that of the Wehrmacht paratrooper division across the bridge, which confirmed Krause's statement that "the SS is the son of the Führer".

A few people held some strange things in their hands, and Sulovichenko didn't even recognize them at first.

After thinking about it carefully in my mind, I suddenly remembered that the things in these people's hands were the same as those aircraft machine guns originally installed on the plane. They were not the equipment of the German Army but the Air Force.

That thin and long broken gun that looked like a mop stick was the German Air Force's M30 three-barreled aviation life-saving gun.

The rarity of this thing is among the best in the entire German army's standard weapons, even compared with the artillery Luger and other things.

The extravagant Imperial Marshal, Hermann Meyer, who lived happily on fine wine and morphine all day long, customized such a weapon for his precious upper-class pilots, a strange three-barreled long gun that can fire single-headed bullets, shotguns, and large-caliber Magnum rifle bullets.

The gun is a good gun, which is much better than the ordinary Mauser 98K bolt-action rags, but the price is really expensive.

The German Air Force, which had so much military expenditure that it had nowhere to spend it, finally felt that spending money on this thing was a bit too much performance art and stupid.

The original order production of 4,000 guns was hastily completed with only more than 2,000 guns delivered.

Compared with the total force of 5 million German armed forces at its peak, a standard gun with only more than 2,000 guns produced is naturally pitiful. In addition, it is exclusive to air force pilots, which is even rarer and very, very difficult to capture.

Even Karamov, the top weapons collector and the chief eunuch of the leader division, has only obtained two complete sets of this thing after running around on the battlefield for so long. And it was found in the wreckage of the German fighter plane that was not recovered, blown up or burned after the forced landing. It is conceivable how difficult it is to obtain this thing.

One of the two sets was kept by Karamov for collection, while the other set was given to his old leader Comrade Vatutin as a gift by Malashenko.

After all, this thing may not be useful in war, but if you want to hunt, it is definitely a first-class gun. How can you not be happy with one gun that can experience the fun of hunting large beasts with three different powerful ammunitions?

The reason why Sulovchenko recognized this thing was that he went to the logistics department to do some work and got some extra things, and happened to catch Comrade Karamov, the chief chamberlain, fiddling with and maintaining his "top collection".

After getting permission, he curiously went to take a few glances and played with it for a while, and was not only impressed but also more amazed.

Recalling the previous incident and seeing the current scene, Sulovchenko didn't understand why such a rare thing would now appear in the hands of these SS soldiers on a large scale.

What? The building is about to collapse, and the end of the empire is coming. The treasures stored in the warehouse are also becoming worthless. Have they become street goods?

But no matter how surprised you are, you know that no matter which of the three types of ammunition fired by this thing is taken out separately, Sulovchenko is a first-class and fierce character. He also knows that if you encounter this thing in actual combat, you must be careful, especially in the close-range street fighting environment.

12-caliber shotgun, 12-caliber single-headed bullet, and 3X74mm Magnum rifle bullet

You can choose any of the three types of ammunition. If you are hit by any of them, you will be disabled if not killed. It is not a big deal to be hit to lose arms and legs or even a big hole. You will die on the spot without even calling a doctor.

The street fighting and indoor combat environment where the combat distance is shortened to the limit can maximize the weakness of this special firearm that is not suitable for long-range combat, while infinitely magnifying its advantages of huge power and suitability for close combat.

Before this thing has fired three bullets and enters the folding tube reloading mode, it will be an extremely terrifying beast. At least in close combat or even close-up street fighting and indoor combat environments, it is not a good thing to be pointed at by the enemy with this thing.

The thing in his hand is rare, it is rare; it is high-end, it is high-end.

But what is more surprising is that these SS bastards are all wearing steel plate bulletproof vests that are basically copied from the Red Army combat engineers. They are all armored and armed to the teeth.

Aircraft machine guns, aviation shotguns, plus assault rifles, and finally equipped with steel plate bulletproof vests for everyone

"Damn Suka! Where did these Nazi bastards suddenly appear from? How many bastards are there?"

Sulovchenko kept his mouth calm, but deep down he was already shocked to a certain extent. He was afraid that the bunch of idiots in front of him had too many things, and they were so evil and fanatical. He was afraid that this would be too much. The final battle in Zone Z where you attack the buildings after the bridge will be very difficult to fight.

Sulovechenko was quite surprised, but Krauser on the side was in slightly better condition.

Sulovechenko, who secretly glanced at this guy, discovered that Klose's expression and demeanor should not be the first time he saw this group of people. To be precise, he had known about the existence of such a group of people before, and should have seen it with his own eyes. Saw it.

But the current situation is that Sulovechenko has no chance to ask any more unnecessary questions, because the party member has a withered face like a living skeleton, and Sulovchenko described him as "looking like the leader in charge of the gas chambers in a concentration camp" The Lieutenant Colonel of the Guards, while Sulovechenko was surprised, had already stepped forward, escorted by his entourage, and spoke quietly.

"I heard that all of you were wiped out before dusk, and your commander lost contact even earlier. Please tell me who you are, your journey, and your purpose of coming."

Facts have proved that the withered-faced SS leader not only looks like a living skeleton, but even the sound of his voice sounds like the skeleton's upper and lower gums "creeping" fighting. Just the sound is enough. It's unbearable, enough to make an average little kid shudder and wet his pants.

Faced with this question that was obviously preconceived and suspicious, Krauser, who knew that the process would not go smoothly and that his opponent would not be easy to deal with, swallowed the saliva he had been holding for a long time and spoke slowly.