The decisive battle against the Third Reich

The flaw is in the pot.

The baker borrowed the pot from a fellow villager in the cooking class.

The baker also thought about whether to bring this fellow villager in, but he was worried that this fellow villager's lax tongue would leak the news... The baker knew this fellow villager, and if the fellow villager knew the truth, he would be frightened immediately, so he just I told my fellow villagers not to let others know.

The second company was gathered together in a burst of rapid whistle.

Qin Chuan and others felt that something was wrong at the first moment. Sure enough, General Strike walked up to the team with a few menacing guards.

"Who is Sergeant Otto!" General Strike asked.

"It's me, General!" replied the baker.

General Strike walked up to the baker and said, "Sergeant, you borrowed a pot from the cooks last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, General!"

"Can you tell me what you're doing with the pot?" General Strike asked.

"General, I stole your chicken!" the baker replied.

Hearing this, the soldiers couldn't help but look at the baker in shock.

Obviously, the baker knew that this matter could no longer be kept secret, and planned to bear all the responsibilities alone.

"Did you do it alone?" General Strike asked.

"Yes, General!" replied the baker: "I did it alone!"

"Good!" General Strike said, "You know you have to pay for this..."

"General!" Qin Chuan stood up: "I did it, Sergeant Otto just borrowed a pot!"

General Strike couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard this.

But he believed it when he saw Qin Chuan carrying a sniper rifle.

"Hmm!" General Strike said, "This does seem like something only a sniper can do. Should I apply for a medal for your outstanding infiltration skills?"

"General...general, I, I..." Keller also stood up.

"And me, General!" The soldiers stood up one after another.

What surprised Qin Chuan was that in the end, the entire company came forward, and most of them knew nothing about the matter.

"Very good!" General Strike glanced at Bazel and said, "Captain, you have done a good job in training, and your soldiers are very united!"

"General!" Bazel took a step forward.

"You don't want to tell me that you were involved, right?" General Strike asked.

"Yes, General!" Bazel replied: "I will find you a hen as compensation as soon as possible!"

But this obviously did not satisfy General Strike. He said angrily: "Captain, what I care about is not that chicken, but that you handed over the real black sheep. Since you want to show unity, then stay in formation." Stand here until I hand over the person I want!"

As he spoke, he loudly ordered: "Everyone stand at attention!"

With a "wow" sound, the soldiers all stood up straight.

Then Strike left with a straight face, leaving only a few guards with submachine guns standing by to watch the soldiers lined up in neat formation.

If it were in other places, standing upright and motionless might be bearable, but here is a desert, the temperature is as high as 57 degrees Celsius, the sun is high in the sky, and the helmet will be hot in a short time. This can protect the soldiers in normal times. At this time, the things of their lives were mercilessly burning on the heads of the soldiers like an iron.

A large amount of sweat dripped from his forehead drop by drop, and the military uniform quickly became soaked. After a while, the sweat became less, because there was no excess water in the body to be discharged, and the next step was dehydration.

"Captain!" Qin Chuan said to Bazel: "Hand us over, it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

"Yes, Captain!" Werner said, "We did it!"

"Shut up!" Bazel ordered sternly and continued to stand motionless.

Half an hour passed, and another half hour passed...

My breathing started to become heavy, my head felt dizzy, and I felt sick in my stomach, like having a high fever and having a nightmare.

Then, a man fell down.

The guards immediately dragged him to a shady place to rescue him, and medical personnel were also urgently summoned.

Then, another person fell down.

Soon there was another one.

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"General!" the staff officer said to General Strike: "I just checked this company. They have made meritorious service in these battles, especially the sniper..."

As he spoke, the staff officer handed the information to General Strike.

General Strike flipped through the information casually, and then he became more and more surprised. Then he couldn't believe what he saw. According to the information, this company was almost the key to the victory of the 5th Light Division.

At this time, General Strike couldn't help but regret. If such an army loses its combat effectiveness just because of a chicken, it would be too unworthy.

More importantly, General Strike was also deeply impressed by the spirit displayed by this company. He knew that it was precisely this kind of troops that would fight on the battlefield.

But General Strike still didn't want to let them go like this. He looked at the team outside the window, hoping that they would not be able to insist on compromising with him... This is actually a very contradictory psychology. If the soldiers compromise, it means They are not an iron army that can fight hard, and if they don't compromise, it will be difficult for General Strike to survive.

"General!" At this time, a signal soldier handed the telegram to General Strike and said, "General Rommel's telegram!"

General Strike glanced at the telegram and asked his staff: "What's the name of that sniper?"

The staff officer looked through the list and replied: "His name is Frick, General!"

General Strike couldn't help but smile bitterly. Rommel actually wanted to meet this sniper alone...perhaps because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield, but now he was making it possible for him to die of dehydration.

General Strike thought for a moment, then reluctantly ordered: "Order, move freely!"

"Yes!" the staff officer responded, and then immediately passed on the order.

At the moment the order came, perhaps because the tense nerves relaxed, several more fainted on the spot, and Qin Chuan was one of them.

When Qin Chuan woke up, he found himself lying on a rickety car, and there were two German guards with MP40s hanging around their necks next to him.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but be shocked, he couldn't be taken out and shot!

Qin Chuan really regretted it at this moment. You must know that this is World War II. Killing a person is no different than stepping on an ant. How could he cause such a scene for a chicken... or to be precise, for a scope? thing.

But there was no use regretting. Qin Chuan could only continue to lie still, because he was worried that the German guards would shoot him with a hail of bullets if he made the slightest move.

A guard noticed that Qin Chuan had woken up and asked, "Sergeant, are you okay? Do you need water?"

The guard's tone made Qin Chuan feel relieved. He looked at his sniper rifle and put it aside, so he felt completely relieved... If he wanted to be shot, it would be impossible to bring out the gun with him. of.