Battle of the Third Reich

Sergeant Swainbach was still holding a telescope in the bushes on the side of the Burg River, monitoring the movements across the river.

"What's the matter, the appointment time has long passed." Squadron Sergeant Clenter whispered across the bushes.

"Come, late...six minutes." Swaynbach put down the telescope and pushed up the visor of the M35 helmet.

On the other side of the river is a spruce forest that is not very large. There is an earth-based path that accommodates two people on the bank of the embankment. One end of the road leads to the dilapidated wooden trestle on the river side, and the other end winds all the way to the woods. disappear.

At the moment, a Soviet patrol came out of the spruce forest. The soldiers were wearing gray-brown woolen uniforms, large grass-green hats on their heads, and water bottles and canvas debris bags slung across their waists. A Mosinagan rifle with a military thorn. The head one should be a senior non-commissioned officer of the frontier guard. The big brim hat looks newer than the soldier’s. He wore an armed belt diagonally, hung a pistol and cowhide map bag around his waist, and the leather boots on his feet were shiny .

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, all fourteen are together." Crent whispered on one side.

"I don't know what caused them to delay, but it was still within acceptable limits." Swaynbach turned his head and looked at the other side of the juniper.

Opposite these are the Soviet border guards, part of the 17th Red Flag Brest Frontier Corps. At this time, in the Brest Fortress, there was almost a company of troops in the ninth outpost of the Frontier Corps, but in front of them came from another outpost five kilometers west of Brest.

The Soviet border guards are led by the General Directorate of Frontier Defense and Internal Affairs (GUPVO) under the People’s Committee of Internal Affairs, and belong to two systems with the Red Army, and the grass-green military cap is an important sign to distinguish them.

Although the border guards are affiliated to the Internal Affairs People’s Committee, they are not as mysterious as people think, but are just conventional border patrols and guards, and the equipment is mainly based on light weapons. This is an independent system from the Red Army. The armed forces only obey the orders of the Internal Affairs People’s Committee and have considerable autonomy in administrative management.

The Soviet border guards are not field troops in the military sense. In fact, they also lack formal combat training. The main tasks of these troops are usually border guards and anti-smuggling activities. Occasionally they will pick up their old counterparts to catch an enemy. What's the actual function is similar to the German border police and stormtroopers.

The Border Patrol went to the trestle and stopped. Like hundreds of patrols in the past, they immediately dispersed and the soldiers began to rest on the grassy **** of the embankment.

A soldier took out the folded canvas bucket and carried it to the trestle to get water in the river. Although the Bug River was an inland river, because there was not much industry upstream, the water quality of the river was quite good. Treatment can meet drinking standards.

"They will rest here for about fifteen minutes, and then return to the outpost along the same path. Everything is going according to plan, and action will start after twenty minutes." Swaynbach said to Sergeant Crent on the other side of the Juniper When he arrived, he turned his face to the correspondent behind him and ordered: "Send a letter to the camp, everything is going well."

The telecommunications soldier untied the TornFU.g field infantry radio behind him, kneeling on his knees with the electric keys on his thighs, and skillfully struck out a string of codes. At the same time as the SS temporary camp not far from the river bank, the signal soldiers reported loudly to Lieutenant Max at the same time: "Lieutenant, the red team called, the dog group has reached U point, everything is going well, and the action will start after 20 minutes."

"Lieutenant, Swaynbach is about to act. We should notify him now..." An ensign advised.

"No, we don't have to do anything, and stay where we are." Max pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his index finger. The bluish pupil behind the lens was deep and cold.

"You have also seen this, this is the order issued by the regional headquarters." The lieutenant shook the message in his hand.

"Operation cannot be stopped once it starts. According to current calculations, they have only two hours. Once they are entangled by the Soviets in the operation, they may be too late to return to the shore..." The second lieutenant was a little emotional.

"Swaynbach knows what he is doing, and he is very aware of the risks of this task." Lieutenant Max interrupted the other party.

"But he didn't know that he and his men may not be able to get the predetermined response." The second lieutenant retorted loudly.

"So what is your opinion, Lieutenant Cole." The corner of the SS lieutenant's mouth tilted to the side.

"Since there are loopholes in the plan, then we should immediately terminate this operation, we can not take the lives of comrades to take risks." Lieutenant Kor said aloud.

"Since they chose to join this unit, they are already on an adventure. Lieutenant Cole, everyone including you and me are the same." Lieutenant Max smiled strangely when he said this.

"Why make such a decision, you have every right to terminate this action." Cole said excitedly.

"Because I like it, Lieutenant Cole." The lieutenant picked up the cold coffee from the table.

"Like? What's the reason?" The second lieutenant was stunned by the lieutenant's answer, and his mind couldn't react at all.

"Sergeant Schrodinger." Lieutenant Max turned and said to the corporal standing in the corner of the awning: "Help me get a hot cup of coffee.",

PS: Thank you for your understanding, things are finally done, dizzy and dizzy, today I can only give you half a chapter, the rest will be filled tomorrow.