The person who arrived with the motorcycle team was a SS commando squadron leader. He came to the first car and said with a straight face to the officer sitting on the driver's seat: "Mr. Lieutenant, your ID!"
When the officer saw that it was the SS who stopped him from checking his ID, he quickly took out his ID and handed it over respectfully. The SS officer read the certificate, handed it back to him, and asked, "What's in your car?"
"It's ammunition!" the officer said with a smile on his face: "We are ordered to deliver ammunition to the town of Gorodishe!"
The SS officer snorted and then asked: "What happened ahead?"
"A truck coming from your direction ran over a mine laid by the guerrillas on the road. The driver of the truck was killed on the spot." Thinking that the guerrillas had been driven away by him, the officer couldn't help but The credit goes to himself: "But the guerrillas who attacked us have been driven far away by us."
The SS officer glanced sideways at the back and asked again: "Are all the cars behind you with you?"
The officer didn't know that the truck Grisa and the others were riding in had already merged into his convoy. He nodded hurriedly and replied: "Yes, Mr. Captain of the Second Commando Squadron, the cars behind are all with me."
The SS officer nodded, stepped aside, and gestured to the motorcyclists standing in the middle of the road, indicating that they should make way for the convoy. Seeing the boss's gesture, the motorcyclist quickly moved his motorcycle to the side of the road to make way for the convoy.
When the truck drove past the motorcycle fleet parked on the roadside, both Corporal Aino sitting on the driver's seat and Grisa and the others in the carriage were ready for battle. Unexpectedly, the SS soldiers standing on the roadside did not stop their car to check their IDs. Instead, an SS officer kept waving at the roadside, indicating that they should speed up and drive over.
After the truck left the motorcycle team far behind, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. Yelizaveta also asked Grisa in a low voice: "Comrade Lieutenant, what is going on? Why didn't the enemy let us stop?"
Although Grisa did not hear the conversation between the SS officer and the officer in the lead car, he vaguely guessed what was going on. At this moment, when Yelizavita asked, he replied in the same low voice: "I think these SS officers and soldiers may think that we and the enemies of the ammunition convoy in front are the same group."
Yelizavita looked at the SS soldiers standing on the roadside and said with regret: "Comrade Lieutenant, what a good target. I can knock down at least five or six with one shot. But you don't allow us to shoot casually." Gun, what a shame.”
"Comrade Sergeant," Grisa waited for Yelizavita to finish speaking, then said to him with a straight face: "Have you ever thought that if you shoot now, our identities will be exposed. We are Individuals may be eliminated by the enemy. Once we are all dead, who will complete the tasks assigned to us by our superiors? In order to kill a few enemies, we will delay the tasks of our superiors. Even if we die, we will not become martyrs."
Seeing Griza speaking to him in such a stern tone, Yelizavita immediately realized his mistake. He quickly admitted his mistake to Griza: "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant, it's all my fault. I mainly saw These damn SS soldiers just think of our comrades who died in the prisoner of war camps..."
"Prisoner of war camp?!" Grisa heard the word and immediately asked alertly: "Have you ever been in a German prisoner of war camp?"
"No!" Yelizaveta replied in a panic: "I have not been in a German prisoner of war camp, but one of my neighbors has been in a German prisoner of war camp. He said that they were being escorted to a prisoner of war camp. On the way, as long as they fell to the ground and did not get up for a certain amount of time, the SS soldiers escorting them would shoot them in the back of the head."
"Why?" A soldier asked in confusion: "Wouldn't it be a good thing for the Germans to have more prisoners of war? This would provide more free labor to work for them."
Yelizavita snorted and sneered: "The Germans are worried that these prisoners of war who fell on the ground will be taken in by the guerrillas operating nearby after they leave. Instead of fighting these prisoners of war in the future, it is better to shoot them It's easier to deal with them." After a moment's pause, he continued, "If one day I capture a group of German prisoners, I will use the same method to deal with them."
"Okay, stop talking." Grisa was deeply afraid that Yelizavita's words would arouse the excitement of the crowd, and the German driver would be in trouble if he heard them, so he stopped everyone: "Don't forget, give me Our driver is German." Grisa's words immediately made the car become quiet again.
The convoy came to a bridge, and there was a German checkpoint here. Sandbags were piled at both ends of the bridge. There was an MG34 machine gun on each side of the sandbag fortification. Two German machine gunners stared at the incoming convoy with vigilance. Fortunately, the German officer in the lead car knew the officer guarding the bridge. After chatting for a few words through the car window, the two moved the wooden railings to let the convoy pass.
After the convoy passed the bridge, Grisa looked at the bridge gradually receding through the gap in the tarpaulin and couldn't help but frown. He was thinking to himself: According to the distance calculation, this river should be some distance away from the town of Gorodishe. Today's weather is cold and it is difficult for the soldiers to cross the river without river crossing tools. They can only use rockets on the other side of the river. The bullets attack the enemy's ammunition depot. But at such a long distance, can it hit the target accurately?
Since the truck Grisa and the others were traveling in followed closely behind the ammunition convoy, they successfully passed the checkpoints and entered the town.
After entering the town, the driver stopped the car at a fork in the road and said apologetically to Aino: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, I have to turn at the intersection ahead, so I can only take you here."
Aino didn't expect that he could enter the town so smoothly. He really didn't care where he got off. Hearing what the driver said at this moment, he nodded, took out a pack of seized German cigarettes from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and said: "Thank you for taking us back to town. It's just a small thing, so I'll take it." Bar."
The driver didn't expect that the second lieutenant who was hitching a ride would actually give him a pack of cigarettes before getting off the bus. He quickly nodded and bowed to express his gratitude, and casually asked: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, I don't know when you will leave town. I can take you there." go out."
Hearing the driver ask this, Aino almost blurted out the rendezvous time. Fortunately, he discovered the problem in time and swallowed what he wanted to say. He waved his hand to the driver and said, "No, our patrol mission for today has been completed. We don't need to leave the town anymore." After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car, came to the car and patted the car hard. Shouting: "Get off the bus, everyone get off the bus!"
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