Imperial Overlord

In the early morning of October 22, when the sun just rose, the SS truck rushed onto the streets of Berlin. . fastest update

At the same time, there were also SS cars galloping on the roads in some other big cities or in the countryside.

Not since Operation Crystal Night had the German SS operate on such a large scale, at least not in Berlin.

But today, such an action happened again, making people on the street look curiously at the trucks with the iron cross painted on them.

Most of these trucks were eliminated by the military, with round heads and round heads, and most of them were civilian trucks. They were all used by the early army, and now there are replacements, these early models that are not suitable for off-road are all lost to the second-line troops.

The SS, of course, also belongs to the second-line troops. In fact, most of the SS were not Waffen SS, and the weapons in their hands were much older than the Wehrmacht.

Most of the second-line SS soldiers are only Mauser 98k rifles eliminated by the army. These rifles are used second-hand goods, which are worn out after army training.

When the Wehrmacht did not fully change their weapons and equipment, it was only a bridge in the movie to want the SS to take the mighty mp-38 submachine gun and stand guard for the senior officers.

In fact, most of the guards are carrying Mauser rifles, and most of the luxury weapons such as submachine guns are distributed to combat troops.

"Operation begins! Execute the Moonlight Song plan!" Following the order of the officer who led the team, one after another SS soldiers jumped out of the truck, their leather boots hitting the ground, making a dense muffled sound.

Then, the SS soldiers who jumped out of the truck broke open the gate of the manor and rushed into the huge, luxurious villa.

"Who are you? This is a private house!" A gray-haired butler saw the SS soldiers rushing in, and was so frightened that the newspaper in his hand dropped to the ground.

And the answer to him was not the answer of the officer. Two rifles were pointed at his chest, and more SS soldiers ignored the butler's questioning, rushed through the long corridor with their weapons, and continued on.

"Ah!" A maid cleaning the stairs saw the SS soldiers rushing in in droves. She just shouted for a second, but the SS soldiers who didn't rush up covered her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the hapless maid was slit in her throat by a dagger, and more SS soldiers stepped on the stairs and rushed to the various rooms on the second floor.

"Hey! Who are you? Who sent you here?" Hearing the shout, a door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in pajamas looked at the rifle pointed at his chest and asked loudly.

"Where is your father?" an SS captain who led the team, staring at the opponent's chest with a pistol, asked coldly.

"What? We donated 3 million marks to you! I bought all of your boots. Be polite to me! You little officer!" The middle-aged man was not intimidated by the muzzle, but scolded provocatively. .

He was certain that the other party would not dare to shoot him, because he was a complete aristocrat. In terms of blood, the head of state is not even as prominent as their family. According to their usual saying, the puppet with a mustache is just an Austrian corporal.

However, when they mentioned the word corporal, their tone was mostly sour. After all, they can't reach that height.

But this kind of people usually have the spirit of victory. They think that Hitler is just a puppet they support, just a tool they can replace at any time.

"Who is your commander? William? Or Thomas? I tell you, if you don't get out now, I'll make you die ugly..." This middle-aged man was showing off his might, if he wasn't still wearing pajamas, his chest was still full. With a pistol, his arrogance can be doubled again.

"Are you crazy? Dare to rush to my house!" While the middle-aged man was shouting loudly, an old man's roar also came from the third floor.

"!" The leader of the team upstairs was the top officer here, so he saw the primary goal of the operation, and he slammed his pistol without any nonsense at all.

Hearing the gunshots, the woman in the bedroom screamed in horror, but her screams didn't last long before a second shot was fired.

The next second the gunshots sounded, the woman's screams stopped abruptly. At this time, the middle-aged man who was still showing off his strength just now realized that something was wrong.

"You can't kill me! I'm..." The man turned around and wanted to escape back to his room, when the gunshots rang out.

The bullet hit his chest, and blood spilled from the bullet hole, dyeing the white pajamas on his body red.

At this time, the housekeeper had been escorted to sit at the dining table on the first floor, leaning on a chair, daring not to make a sound. Several maids stood in front of him, covering their mouths and daring not to speak, and the corners of their eyes were already filled with frightened tears.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man fell on his back at the door of his bedroom. The muzzle of the SS soldier's gun pointed at the big bed behind the man, using the woman who was covering his body.

"Don't!" The woman saw that someone was aiming at her, and she couldn't care less to cover her **, struggling to get off the bed.

"!!" With two shots, the woman clutched her chest and fell back onto her bed, leaving behind a charming curve.

"Where's the child? Don't let it go!" The SS officer who came down from the third floor with a pistol looked at the corpse in the room and ordered to the people around him.

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On the outskirts of Berlin, in the manor of Arwen von Kolinski, SS soldiers stopped the approaching motorcade.

"Sir! This is the manor of General Himmler's friend." A guard with a rifle on his back walked to the passenger seat of the first truck and reminded.

"I know, I came here to perform my mission under the order of the head of state!" The officer handed a signed document to the soldier at the door.

It was clearly written on the document that because of treason, the owner and the whole family would be arrested and interrogated. The signature was Reinhard Heydrich, and the SS stamp was on it.

The matter became very simple, the two guards quickly stood at attention and saluted, and then helped to open the heavy iron door.

One truck after another rushed into the manor and finally stopped by the fountain in front of the manor.

Hundreds of SS soldiers jumped out of a dozen trucks, all of them carrying Mauser rifles and looking majestic.

"Encircle here! Don't let one run away! Do you understand?" The leading officer with a big-brimmed hat jumped out of the car and ordered with a wave of his leather-gloved palm.

Following his order, the SS soldiers began to surround the manor on both sides, and the troops in the middle, divided into two rows, crossed the shoulders of the officers, and rushed into the main entrance of the luxuriously decorated building.

Because the manor is so big, when these troops came in, they alerted the owner of the room.

An Erwin was holding the phone in the reception room on the third floor at this time, and there was a revolver on the coffee table in front of him.

"I'm An Erwin! Your troops are rushing into my house!" An Erwin said to the secretary of the office of the SS leader who had received bribes from him over the phone.

Himmler had already been called to the Prime Minister's Office by the head of state at this time, so his office phone could only be answered by the secretary who stayed behind.

"Mr. Himmler is now in the Prime Minister's Office, do you need me to help you transfer it?" the secretary opened his mouth and asked formulaically.

"Quick! Quickly help me find him!" An Erwen had a hunch that things today were definitely not that simple. Of course, he knew that so many people rushed into his manor, and it was not a misunderstanding.

At this time, he realized that he still didn't take the head of state seriously, but there was no place in this world to sell regret medicine.

There was the sound of waiting for the line on the phone, and one of An Erwin's sons downstairs had been knocked to the ground by bullets.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Some of the servants tried to leave the main entrance, but were restrained by the SS soldiers who surrounded the building.

But through the chaos, several Kolinsky men found weapons and started a gun battle with the SS who rushed in.

Unfortunately, they soon lost the stairs they were defending, and several were shot by SS soldiers and died at the corner of the stairs.

After all, it is not a real fighter, and it is obviously too naive to rely on a few pistols to resist dozens of SS soldiers.

The phone was connected at this time, and Himmler's voice came from inside: "Hello? I'm Himmler!"

"I'm An Erwen! Please beg the head of state ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to leave a way out for our family!" An Erwen pinched the telephone receiver and begged bitterly.

"An Erwen, I can only express my regrets to you..." Before An Erwen could continue to say anything, Himmler hung up the phone.

The sound of the current in the receiver ended, and the other party had obviously hung up the phone, but Anerwen von Kolinski was still holding the receiver, not knowing what he was thinking.

His eldest son rushed in, his face covered in blood, covering his belly that had been shot, and crying loudly at him, he didn't make the slightest move.

Soon, the SS soldiers rushed in, and the leading officer raised a pistol to the owner of the house, An Erwin, who was still standing there holding the phone.

"!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew past Old An Erwin, hitting the eldest son who was trying to hide. The middle-aged man who was shot fell into a pool of blood and let out a weaker moan.

"!" Another shot rang out, and the expensive telephone receiver inlaid with brushed metal fell off and fell on the carpet. (To be continued...)