Chapter 450: Bad Food

Major Mueller, who was complaining madly in his heart, really didn't know how to answer Dr. August's request.

The order given to him by Colonel Horning was to take this group of scientific researchers headed by Dr. August to the front line to take a look around, meet their requirements and fool them, and then find an excuse like "the situation on the front line is dangerous" to send them back home quickly, but the situation he encountered at the moment was really difficult to deal with.

It was really impossible to simply agree to Dr. August's unreasonable request. Major Mueller, who was thinking for a while with his hand on his chin, was about to answer, but a sudden gunshot that cut through the sky interrupted his words and he couldn't say anything.

Bang——

"Damn, what happened!?"

Major Mueller, who let out a terrible low roar, had not finished speaking when a German sentry holding a Mauser 98K rifle and shoulder strap pushed open the wooden door and rushed into the house.

"Major Mueller, suspicious people were found outside the village! The sentry found the reflection of the telescope and just fired to drive them away!"

"Shoot and drive them away! Are you idiots? Why don't you sneak up and bring those Russians back alive? Damn it!"

After responding with a terrible curse, Major Mueller had no time to talk nonsense with the sentry. He took more actions than words and grabbed the helmet and MP40 submachine gun on the desk beside him. After quickly arming himself, he strode out of the still open door.

Major Mueller, who came to the cold and snowy outside the house, had no time to think. His main task at the moment was still to try every means to catch the frightened Soviet scouts who fled. Major Mueller didn't want this huge secret to be leaked in any possible way to cause a disaster.

"Which direction did the telescope reflection come from? Answer me!"

"Over there, at three o'clock, behind the snow pile on the small earthen slope, it was there just now!"

Following the direction pointed by the sentry, he saw a small snow pile on the hill about 500 meters away. He grabbed the binoculars on his chest and looked up, but found nothing except snow. Major Mueller gritted his teeth and refused to ignore the dangerous situation. He did his best to catch the Soviet scouts. This was the top priority.

"Notify the guard and reconnaissance troops to start all the available vehicles and chase them immediately. We can't let those Russian scouts go back to report the news. Hurry!"

Just as the anxious Major Mueller issued the pursuit order in a rage, Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who were running wildly in the snow, looked as embarrassed as dogs who had lost their homes.

"Damn it, Malashenko! Before we set off, you specifically told me not to let the telescope reflect the position. Have you forgotten what you said?"

Hu-Hu-Hu——

Most of the time, they use tanks to travel instead of long distances like infantry to exercise their leg strength. After running a few hundred meters in the snow, Malashenko was already a little out of breath. Facing Lavrinenko, who was also a little out of breath, complaining, he naturally didn't have much time to answer carefully.

"Shut up, Lavrinenko! Don't you think it's more tiring to talk while running?"

"You are such an idiot!"

A mistake caused the reflection of the telescope under the sun to be reflected into the eyes of a German sentry who turned around. Malashenko, who immediately realized that something was wrong, quickly covered the telescope in his hand with his sleeve to try to make up for it.

But the elite German Infantry Regiment was not stupid. The German sentry, who was dazzled by the reflection of Malashenko's telescope, immediately responded. He took off the Mauser 98K rifle on his back, quickly pulled the bolt, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger in a flash.

Bang——

The 92mm rifle bullet that almost killed Kirill instantly flew over a distance of more than 300 meters, drilling a small smoking hole in the snow pile in front of Malashenko that was used to cover and hide, and the deafening gunshots echoed.

Realizing that the two of them had completely exposed the target due to their mistakes, Malashenko, who did not dare to be negligent, immediately pulled up Lavrinenko beside him, climbed up, turned around and ran. The luxurious scout team lineup of the regiment commander and deputy regiment commander finally made Malashenko regret it.

"I should have known I shouldn't have been so reckless! Damn it!"

Malachenko, who was running for his life on the snow, wished he had a tank right in front of him. But it was he who ordered the tanks to stop behind a small slope two kilometers away for temporary concealment. The reason was that if they got any closer, they would be noticed by the Germans in the village. Malachenko, who originally wanted to catch the enemy in a trap, now regretted that he had shot himself in the foot.

"Run! Malachenko, those Germans are catching up! They are driving armored vehicles!"

Malachenko was frightened by Lavrinenko's sudden words. He looked back and saw several SDKFZ251 half-track vehicles rushing out of the village, chasing them at full speed along the small snow pile where he and Lavrinenko were lying.

"Damn it! These Germans must be doing something shameful in the village. They are so persistent in chasing after two scouts that they have sent out more than one armored vehicle! Lavri, you must bring the troops back to destroy this village and see what these Germans are doing!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Run first!"

Although Lavrinenko and Malashenko, who were running desperately in the snow, had tried their best, the SDKFZ251 half-track vehicle with hybrid power of wheels and tracks was faster than human legs anyway.

After a chase between wolves and sheep, Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who were still running desperately, were only a little more than 300 meters away from the pursuit troops sent by the German army.

"These Germans want to capture us alive, Lavry, they don't plan to kill us directly!"

Malachenko, who did not dare to stop moving, had already sensed the German army's intention. No matter what the reason was, as expected, the order received by these German pursuit troops should be to capture alive rather than kill.

After running for more than a kilometer, his legs were a little sore. He looked back at the German half-track vehicles that had bitten him in the ass. Just as he was about to say something to Malachenko, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind carrying death coming towards his hollow.