Although he was prepared for someone to be injured, Li Qing was still a little unprepared when he heard it: "Huh? Three people were injured? Are they serious?"
"They were all injured by stray bullets, and the injuries were not serious. The most serious injury was the gunner of the 716 car. The bullet hit his shoulder. Fortunately, the bullet was not strong. He only broke a rib, which has been taken care of. Wait until after the war to send them to the field hospital!"
"The gunner of Car No. 178 injured his arm and bled a little!" As he spoke, Randall couldn't help but burst into laughter: "In addition, Hilmer of Car No. 178 was hit in the butt by a bullet. Fortunately, it didn't penetrate deep into the flesh, and the bullet was dug out by himself..."
"I'll go..., you're such a hero, you can pick bullets by yourself, you have the guts! By the way, why did the bullet hit your butt?" Li Qing was also happy.
"He said he was helping Kupishi get the cannonballs..."
"Should……"
"Call Boss Li! Call Boss Li! Please answer when you receive it..." came Keshel's rough voice.
"Roger, this is Boss Li, Keshel, what can I do?"
"Your squad plus infantry need to follow me to take over a place!"
"Take over a place? Just the two of us as a team?"
"Yes, Team Derek is in charge of the city hall here. He can't leave for the time being. We need to go somewhere else!"
"Okay, can you tell me where it is?"
"Banks... and museums..."
Li Qing and Hou Hou were excited, and finally waited: "Okay, no problem, we'll come right away..."
Li Qing said to Randall who was still standing under the tank: "Hurry up and inform us that a new mission is coming. Let's take over the bank..."
Randall's eyes lit up, he turned around and left, shouting along the way for everyone to get ready. When he ran to his command vehicle, he quickly climbed up the turret and couldn't wait for the driver to start the tank!
As for the position, leave it to the people from behind.
"Are you ready?... Let's go!"
With a slip of infantry, they marched not far and joined forces with Koschel's tank team. They also brought the accompanying infantry and maintained the same formation as when they entered the city. Koschel's Type I B took the lead and turned around. Enter a side street.
Li Qing looked at the system map. There were many enemies scattered outside a building not far ahead, which was probably one of the targets this time.
As soon as I turned a corner on the street, I saw two groups of people gathered in front of a building, engaged in a low-intensity offensive and defensive battle.
There were a lot of people scattered behind bunkers in various places on the street. They were obviously some broken Yugoslav troops and they were the attacking party. Although they were outnumbered, they were obviously worried. They huddled under the corner flower bed where they could hide, not even daring to throw grenades. Probably because he was afraid of attracting the nearby German troops, he obviously couldn't let go of his hands and feet, and occasionally took the initiative to fire his gun.
The personnel defending in the bunker at the entrance of the building did not seem to be the army, but some security personnel and employees. Although the number was smaller, there were more than a dozen, but relying on the bunker fortifications, they were able to fight in a decent manner. They also had concerns. If the enemy did not charge, they would not fight. They would huddle in the bunker and grow insignificantly. They were also afraid of attracting the German army.
The tank of Keschel's team had just turned the corner. The local battlefield was quiet, and the guns were no longer fired. Both warring parties looked at the advancing tank with complicated expressions!
Four Type I B tanks lined up in a row on the street. Under the illumination of the tank lights, the entire pocket battlefield was clearly visible. As the tank turret slowly rotated, the two MG34 7.92mm machine guns on the turret pointed into the darkness. Enemies in bunkers.
The defeated soldiers on the street stared dumbly at the machine guns on the tanks. They were already showing signs of escaping, and the smart ones were already crouching and moving slowly. The defenders in the bunker at the gate of the building also turned pale, hesitating whether to raise their hands and surrender.
The muzzle flash flashed suddenly, and eight continuous tongues of flame shone miserably on the dark street. With the harsh sound of tearing off tarpaulin, four Type I B tanks opened fire at the same time. The echoes echoed through the streets, loud and harsh.
The scattered soldiers on the street suddenly turned on their backs, crying and running for cover in panic. The bullets tore everything that could be torn into pieces. The pocket battlefield that had been quiet just now became officially noisy, and it was much more lively than before.
Penetrating sounds, screams, debris flying in the darkness, and blood flowing.
Some of the defeated soldiers lay down in panic, holding their heads, while others rushed desperately to the street and into the darkness, looking for any cover they could hide in. Unfortunately, this was a damn street...
The violent shooting only lasted for a short time and then stopped. The defenders at the door of the building raised their hands early and surrendered.
When the smoke cleared from the street, there were more than twenty corpses scattered on the street, and some were hiding in the ditches and ridges on both sides of the street, crying and screaming. There were probably many injured.
Kosher leaned out of the tank, listened to the groans and cries in the street, and waved his hand expressionlessly behind him. The infantrymen following the tanks quickly stepped forward, firing shots and arresting people.
In the fortification in front of the building, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out tremblingly. He walked towards Kosher with his hands raised in the air. As he walked, he shouted, "Don't shoot! I'm... here to negotiate..."
Kosher looked at the middle-aged man with interest, and then waved his hand, asking the soldiers to put him over.
"Hello, sir, I am the manager of this bank. Thank you very much for your assistance. I hope you can help protect this bank..." the middle-aged man said loudly.
Li Qing was sure that his guess was correct. With the help of a dim firelight, he saw the sign on the building behind the simple fortification: National Bank of Serbia.
Listening to the middle-aged man's endless requests, Koshel's face gradually cooled down. When the middle-aged man's voice stopped briefly, Koshel's rough voice sounded: "Mr., you belong to Which ethnic group are you from?”
The middle-aged man broke down in cold sweat instantly. He couldn't help wiping his forehead with his sleeve and stammered: "I...I am a Serbian..."
"I don't hate this nation, but I can't say I like it. Sir, you should feel lucky... So... what about these other people?"
The middle-aged man answered cautiously: "They are all employees of our bank, most of them are Bosnians, and there are some Serbians..."
"I hope you didn't lie to me. Now, ask your people to put down their weapons, and then... get out!"
The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something after hearing this, but when he saw Kosher's cold eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched and he hesitated to speak. In the end, he said nothing and turned towards the simple fortification in front of the bank, a figure in the darkness. Totally desolate.
Not long after, a group of people lined up and walked out of the fortification with their heads in hands, slowly walking into the darkness under the guns of the soldiers.
