Chapter 276 Defection

Captain Parks cruised in the snow with a pistol. The sky has darkened, and the trees around are already the shadows of black pupils under the gray sky. In addition to the snow, it can also be a little white. With a little light, you can only feel the cold feeling of snowflakes falling on the face around.

Parks held the pistol tightly in his hand. He didn't dare to put his finger on the trigger. He was a little worried that he would pull the trigger in such a cold weather! It was quiet around, and I couldn't even hear any sound in the small tent 50 meters behind me. Looking at the extension of the darkness ahead, he had a strong feeling of wanting to find out.

Parks believes in his intuition very much. So he was very cautious and slowly walked towards the inside of the forest step by step. He walked carefully and tried not to make a loud sound of stepping on the snow.

It is not easy to judge a figure in the dark forest snow, especially when it is still snowing. Basically, you can't see anything clearly four or five meters away. But the sound comes farther than the line of sight. When Parks walked forward about 20 meters, he heard someone talking, and it could be judged to be German from the vague voice.

German! Parks's hand holding the gun was tight. He approached further, and then flashed from behind one tree to the back of another as a cover, trying not to make a loud sound of stepping on the snow. Two Germans talked in the woods. Judging from their uniforms, they belonged to the SS armored forces.

Parks did not act rashly. He didn't know how the two Germans appeared here, whether they still had any follow-up personnel or a Germans passing by here, and whether the two men came out to patrol.

The two Germans obviously don't want to go any further in such weather. They stopped, complaining about the damn weather, and took out a cigarette from their pockets. The two of them stood on their heads, blocked the blowing wind with their bodies, and then took out a lighter to try to light the cigarette.

"Fen the hell, Robon, when can we get out of this forest?" A German soldier lit a cigarette, then took a puff of it comfortably, spewing smoke, and said to another German soldier.

"Don't ask me, I don't know!" The German army named Robern shook his head, "If we can't get out of this damn place tomorrow, I will surrender to the U.S. military!" God knows why we suffer like this.

"You shouldn't say such a thing. If Lieutenant Colonel Gulian hears it, you will be in trouble." Another German soldier shook his head and said to Robern, "He is notoriously cruel. He ordered 153 Americans to be shot. Do you still care about killing one more of you?"

"Fed, Little, I only said that to you. That's all! Even if I want to be captured, I am still in battle. I still have my family in Germany. God, I don't know how they are doing now? In such weather, they usually wear thick coats or make a fire by the fireplace. But now they don't know if they still have a coat to keep warm. There is a deep melancholy in Roberne's words. Now there is a shortage of supplies in Germany. For the current cold, many ordinary people may be short of food and clothing.

"How do you know?" Little sighed, "If I hadn't heard you say that just now, I would have thought I was the only one who thought so. God, I also want to surrender to the U.S. Army. I'm different from you. I have only one person now. My brother died at the hands of the Russians, and my only mother died last month. She can't stand me. The blow of my brother's death.

"Yes, it's not just the two of us who think so!" Robon nodded.

"Have we failed? Robon! Now I'm wondering if this war is the same as the one more than 20 years ago, and we will all be losers in the end? Ritter shook his head, and then took a cigarette vigorously. He looked at the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers. With a gentle flick, the cigarette butt made an arc and fell on the snow.

"I don't know, but I can't see any hope!" Robern smiled bitterly and said, "Well, these are not what we are talking about. Let's go back. It's time to change shifts. I just want to go back to Germany alive now. I don't want to worry about the rest. I don't want to care about these American prisoners. Even if Gulian kills them or let them all run away, I can't control them!" With that, he put the rifle on his shoulder, turned around and walked in the direction of coming.

Behind him, Ritter suddenly shouted, "Hey, Robon!"

"What?" Robon looked back at Ritter and said puzzledly, "What are you trying to say?"

Ritter's lips squirmed a few times and finally said, "I'll say first, Robon, if I surrender to the U.S. military now and leave in the opposite direction from you, will you shoot me?"

"Do you really want to do this?" Robon looked at him incredulously. Previously, he thought that Little was just for fun, but now the light reflected in the vague snow. He saw that Little's expression was very serious, not like laughing. "You have to think about the consequences. Even if I don't shoot at you, you can let Lieutenant Colonel Gurion not send anyone to chase him. Are you? Or can you guarantee that you can walk to this forest area alive in such weather? Also, will the Americans shoot when they see you? You know, we have killed 153 American prisoners. Will they let you go? God, Ritter, wake up!"

Ritter looked at him and shook his head and said, "Roburn, it's not me who killed the prisoner. I didn't shoot. I didn't even know that. I didn't know it later. I'm not the murderer. Don't count the matter of Gurion at that time. I have lost a brother and mother. I have done enough for Germany. Now I only have my own life left. I don't want to lose it again.

"Are you sure? Little!" (Lit Robon suddenly became very serious. He slowly tried to take off the rifle on his shoulder, but Ritter was faster than him. His gun was always in his hand. He realized Robon's intention, quickly lifted the rifle, aimed at Robon and said, "Don't force me, Robon!"

"Well, I won't force you. This is not your real idea, is it? Little, calm down!" Robone realized the seriousness of the problem. His hand stopped on the shoulder strap of the rifle and dared not move again. He knew that as long as he moved, Little might shoot without hesitation. Look at his serious and nervous face now.

"Throw your rifle over here, slow down, slow down! Robert, I don't want to hurt you. You just need to throw down your gun. I promise I won't shoot you!" Ritter looked at Robert nervously. His hand trembled a little, and Parks, who was watching, did not doubt that this guy would mistakenly pull the trigger because of nervousness and kill the German opposite.

"We are brothers, aren't we? Ritter, don't be excited. I promise I won't shoot you, let alone report your treason to Gurian. I promise!" Robert slowly took off the rifle and gently put it on the snow.

"Sn't up, Robert, I'm not treason. I'm not treason. I'm just looking for a way to live for myself. Look, our counterattack will eventually fail. I don't want to die in the cold snow like my brother. Think about it yourself. What's the point of your relatives living in Germany? What's the point of your current battle? Little almost shouted at Robert. Maybe these words have been pressured in his heart for many days, and today he finally broke out.

"Hand up, turn around, hurry up, hurry up, don't hesitate, don't force me to shoot!" Little roared, ordered Roberne to turn around, and then rushed forward, trying to untie Roberne's belt, and then tied him up.

Just as Little went to untie Roberne's belt. Robon suddenly turned back quickly, held Ritter's rifle in both hands, pulled the rifle hard, and pulled the rifle over, but Ritter also reacted very quickly. His rifle was suddenly taken away, and immediately pulled out a bayonet from his waist and stabbed Roborn desperately.

A muffled sound of "bang". Ritter suddenly hooked up his waist, like a shrimp, curled up and fell on the snow, and his lower abdomen was suddenly hit hard by Robul's knee. Robone gained power, flew up, and then pressed on Little's body. His hand tried to seize the bayonet in Little's hand.

"Damn it, I won't let you succeed!" Ritter slowed down and kicked him away. Robben staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground. Ritter didn't go to get the gun, but directly waved the bayonet and stabbed Robbern.

But his hand was held by Roberne again, and the two twisted into a ball. Parks stood aside and did not move. He wanted to observe when it was best for him, and then take action, and also wanted to deter the guy Litel. Now it seems that this Ritter really wants to leave the German army. These two people don't seem to be acting.

The situation quickly turned around. Ritter was not Robul's opponent. It was soon seen that Robul was a veteran. He was a veteran of the SS. He was well-trained and better than Ritter. He had already done it, pressed Rittle under his body, then held Rittle's wrist, turned his hand over fiercely, and pointed the tip of the bayonet at Rittle's chest and pressed it down.

Ritter's face turned pale. He desperately resisted Rob Bern, trying to stop the bayonet from pressing down, but he felt that he couldn't stand it, and the tip of the knife condensed in the air was slowly pressing down.

"Wait, wait, Robon, wait, I have something to say!" Little shouted in a panic, "I have something to say, Robon, I don't want to die. I never wanted to kill you, God, wait!" His last words seemed to be a long breath in the air. He felt that the cold tip of the knife had relieved his skin. He used all his strength, but he still felt a sudden tingling in the skin. He felt that the cold tip of the knife had been embedded in his flesh. In front of him were Robon's fierce and blood-red eyes.

He didn't want to give up resistance. When he was ready to be stabbed by a bayonet, Roberburn suddenly stopped. One hand grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, raised high, and wiped a bayonet from his throat.

The sound of " hiss" suddenly became clear at night. The warm blood was sprayed in the air, and then fell on Little's face one after another, quickly becoming cold again...

(to be continued)