Chapter 279 Death Snow

A soldier disappeared for no reason, but there was no sign, as if he had disappeared from the air. This made the four people couldn't help but lift their hearts up.

"Romano, go and have a look. Maybe he's behind! Maybe it's not necessarily because I'm going to pee!" Although he was reluctant to admit this, Oakry had to take another turn, because there was no other reason to explain Hamilton's disappearance.

"Sergeant - maybe - maybe he will catch up with the team later." The soldier named Romano obviously didn't want to go. They all knew that the excuse of releasing water was really clumsy, so no one wanted to do something that looked worrying and scary.

"Damn it, okay, I'll go find him. You stay here. None of the three of you should leave. Wait for me to come back!" Sergeant Oakry said to the three people, picked up the submachine gun, turned back to the way he came. He walked carefully. Obviously, he was also muttering in his heart. The footprints on the road were covered by heavy snow, and only a little shallow traces could be faintly seen.

"Hamilton, damn it, where are you?" Sergeant Oakry shouted around, but it was obvious that the result was futile. The surrounding woods were quiet and there was no echo. He looked back and couldn't see the other three people. He had left them dozens of meters away. He could only rely on his imagination and imagine that the other three were not far away from him.

Sergeant Oakrey doesn't want to forget and leave. If he leaves again, he can't find the damn Hamilton. This is his hunch. So he stopped and made a decision. He looked around again and shouted, "Hamilton, if you hear my voice, come out. This is not hide-and-seek. Hurry up, damn guy!"

There is still no reply. The cold wind only poured into his neck, and Sergeant Oakery shivered. Obviously, the silence around him once again confirmed that Hamilton was not lost but missing. Oakrey didn't dare to go any further. He was afraid that he would lose contact with others again in such a storm, so he decided to go back.

Along the uncovered footprints, he stepped back on the thick snow and looked around warily without taking a few steps. Hamilton's disappearance was like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him feel that the dark woods around him were like a monster with a huge mouth open, which made him always lift his heart. Bold.

The distance of dozens of meters is very long for Sergeant Oakry. When he saw the blurred figure in front of him, he felt a little exhausted. Even in the cold air, his back slowly climbed up a layer of fine beads of sweat.

"Is it Sergeant Oakry?" The blurred figure made a trembling sound, obviously the three people just now. Oakry replied with all his strength, "Yes, it's me, Oakry!" With that, he took a few quick steps, and then two figures appeared in his sight. They were shrinking in the direction of Oakry, and the rifle in their hands was also aiming this way.

"It's me!" Sergeant Oakrey waved to them and walked over.

"Where's Eward?" When Sergeant Oakry approached, he found that there were not three people here, but only two. He subconsciously looked around and then put his eyes on the faces of the two people.

"I don't know, sergeant!" One of the German soldiers felt a little cold, and his teeth trembled, "There was a vague figure on the left just now, which seemed to be Hamilton, so Eward told us to go and have a look, but Hamilton didn't seem to notice us. He walked that way, so Eward chased him. What's his name is Hamilton? He Don't stop!" The German soldier said, pointing to the front left with his finger.

"Okay, damn Hamilton!" When Oakley heard that it was Hamilton, he couldn't help but relax and said to the other two people, "We're not going anywhere. Just wait for them here. I don't care about Little and Roberne. They may get lost or surrender to the U.S. military. I don't want to die here!" After this torture, Sergeant Oakry surged with unprecedented frustration, which made his words much more frustrated.

His decision was obviously unanimously approved by the other two. They don't want to look for another missing person in such a ghostly weather. Regardless of life or death, it is simply as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

The snow fell the most at this time, which made the three German soldiers who were waiting anxiously a little impatient. Sergeant Oakry has stood up and kept walking around in place. He has turned ten times, because he is anxious, and because turning around can warm his body a little, while the two German soldiers are close to each other, shrinking their necks and stamping their feet in place.

"Beckwell!" Oakry suddenly stopped, and he shouted in the direction of the two Germans.

"No, no, sergeant, don't call me!" The called German Army Beckwell shrank back reflexively and shook his hand to Sergeant Oakley and said, "I don't want to find them, Sergeant. Let's wait. If they don't come back in half an hour, let's leave. I don't want to stay in this damn place for a moment!"

Sergeant Oakley looked at Beckwell and couldn't help shaking his head. No one was a fool. It could be seen that if he really wanted to leave alone, he would probably not be able to come back. What he is worried about now is not whether these people are lost, but whether they have encountered the U.S. military. But there was no gunfire coming, which also made him wonder.

Sergeant Oakrey doesn't want to abandon any soldier, but now the situation is beyond his control. He waved to the other two and said, "Well, from now on, we should stay together all the time and not make any mistakes. I don't want anyone to disappear again! Now, let's go back! End this damn task!"

"Sergeant, what about Hamilton and Eward?" The question was asked by another German soldier. Although he also wanted to leave, he still didn't want to give up the two people who had just disappeared.

"Fir, Fred, we have to go back. If they are not captured by the U.S. military, they will definitely find the way back. Do you think we all disappeared in the woods? Then freeze to death or starve to death? Lieutenant Colonel Gulian doesn't care about your surname and fate, and he doesn't care about me, and the sergeant. He is a cunning and fierce guy!" Beckwell couldn't help yelling at the German soldier who was talking. He was a little excited. "Look, the second lieutenant also looked at us and always wanted us to carry out these most dangerous tasks. Do we have to stay? Or are you still thinking about finding those two guys?

"Shut up, let's leave!" Sergeant Oakry looked at the two of them and couldn't help scolding. Instead of looking at them, he walked directly to the way he came, and he didn't want to stay here.

Beckwell and Fred looked at each other, then stopped talking, followed Sergeant Oakley in a muffled voice and walked back. The three of them were close to each other, and there was no need for any distance. None of them wanted to fall behind. Now for them, falling behind is equivalent to missing.

Sergeant Oakleigh carefully looked for the direction when he came. Except for the part where he went back first, he could see the traces, and the rest were covered by heavy snow. They walk very slowly, and every time they walk a certain distance, they have to check around. Along the way, there are some pits blown up by shells, covered with snow, everywhere, and they can't distinguish anything at all.

"Sergeant, I think we're going the wrong way!" Fred said to Sergeant Oakry. He looked around and then pointed to a snowdrift under a big tree not far away and said, "When we passed by before, there was no such thing."

"Are you sure?" Sergeant Oakrey said to him doubtfully.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure!" Fred pointed to the snowdrift and said, "It's impossible for me not to pay attention to such a big snowdrift. I believe you should also pay attention to it, sergeant. I think we may be lost, which is equivalent to telling us bad news!" As Fred said, he suddenly looked a little depressed.

"Now you understand why the two of them can't come back after they leave!" Beckwell said to Fred with sarcasm.

Fred pointed to the snowdrift and when he was about to speak to Beckwell, he couldn't help but make a sound of surprise, because there was a dark trace under the snowdrift, which seemed to be a piece of cloth, because it was especially obvious on the white snow. He slowly approached, with heavier and heavier traces of doubt on his face.

"Did you find anything?" Sergeant Oakrey heard Fred's surprised voice and looked back at him walking towards the snowdrift step by step, and couldn't help but come over.

"Sergeant, I'm not sure, but it seems to be something else here and below. I think we have to open this snowdrift and see what's buried in it!" Fred said as he was about to stretch out his hand to open the snowdrift.

Beckwell looked at Fred and couldn't help laughing sneeringly. He didn't walk over to join in the fun. He leaned against a big tree next to him and looked at them carefully. He didn't feel a little funny.

"slow down, Fred!" Sergeant Oakry walked over and aimed at the snowdrift with a submachine gun. Then watching Fred open the snowdrift, both of them couldn't help screaming in a low voice. There was a man buried inside. A German soldier in a SS uniform sat there with his head half down. His helmet was so low that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Sergeant Oakery quickly put away his rifle, stretched out his finger, and pressed it on the carotid artery of the German army. He felt the beating and couldn't help shouting at Fred, "He's still alive!" Help him up!" Fred's rifle was still aside, and Oakry also released the submachine gun. The two stretched out their hands to carry the German army.

The right hand of the German soldier was suddenly raised. Before the two of them could react, a cold bayonet fell from his sleeve into the hand of the German soldier. Oakry's reaction fluid was very fast. When he saw the bayonet, he knew it was bad. He He wanted to retreat, but he just straightened his body slightly, and the bayonet penetrated his throat, and then the blade turned and almost cut off his whole neck. There is blood in the thick blood vessels. The body was like a wooden stake, falling crookedly on the snow.

Fred also wanted to run. Before he could start his rifle, he ran in the direction of Beckwell and shouted at Beckwell, who was still standing there, "Come on, we are calculated!"

But Beckwell was motionless, his eyes bulged, and there was a bayonet deep in his neck, which was an American-style bayonet. The knife body penetrated his throat and nailed him to the trunk of the tree, which was why he did not fall down.

"God!" He shouted in horror, and his voice was full of despair. He turned to the back. Suddenly, he saw a bayonet tearing the foggy snow, and suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he heard a slight "p" sound. He felt a tingling in his neck, and then his hands clasped his neck tightly. , warm blood spewed out of the cracks of the fingers...

(to be continued)