Chapter 487: Dawn of Death (1)

On Highway 563 from the city of Shebezh to the city of Idricsa, a convoy of trucks rushed through from east to west.

The beams of light from the lamps the size of dinner plates cover the road with a layer of silver frost.

It took as long as five minutes for the convoy to disappear into the night.

The convoy had just departed, and without warning, a crisp birdsong sounded in the forest on the south side of the road.

Accompanied by the sound of birds, in the darkness of the forest, hundreds of figures suddenly rushed out, almost in the blink of an eye, hundreds of figures rushed across the highway and into the forest on the north side of the road.

During the whole process, no one spoke, let alone coughed or shouted, only heavy footsteps.

All figures disappeared into the forest, followed by a slight rustling of military uniforms rubbing against the bushes.

All the figures formed a column, clinging to the edge of the forest on the north side of the road, passing through bushes as tall as a man, bypassing obstructive trees, enduring mosquito bites, and marching eastward without saying a word.

Walking in the middle of the column, every once in a while, Captain Merck would leave the line and stand by the trunk of a tree, looking at his watch through the moonlight through the gaps in the branches.

The midsummer night was only about five hours, and it took him twenty kilometers to walk in five hours, and he had to force a march of four kilometers per hour on average, and he had to carry out a reception mission in the middle, which was an extremely important test for himself and the soldiers of the whole company.

There was a heart-wrenching pain in the soles of his feet, and Captain Merck knew that it was the blood blisters from the soles of his feet that were tormenting him.

I haven't experienced this kind of pain since I finished my Spartan recruit training period in the boot camp that year.

Now, thanks to the Russians, I can once again experience the painful memories of the boot camp. I really should be thankful to the Russians.

Following the group, Captain Merck had a lot of thoughts.

The first time he was punished to stand in a military posture for two hours, the first time he touched a gun, after training, his arms and legs hurt and he couldn't climb into bed・・・・・・ scenes that had happened in the boot camp were replayed in his mind like a movie.

I don't know when. Everything vanished from his mind again, and Captain Merck's mind went blank, leaving only his body mechanically repeating the simple action of stepping a leg.

After shuttling through the jungle for an unknown amount of time, Captain Merck stopped urgently and leaned back so that he did not bump into the soldiers in front of him who suddenly stopped advancing.

Without asking why the soldiers in front of him had suddenly stopped advancing, Captain Merck, like all the soldiers in his vicinity, bent down and turned and ran deep into the forest away from the road.

Run about ten meters away and burrow behind a thicket of broad-leaved bushes. Captain Merck looked at the road.

In the quiet night, there is only the sound of insects chirping one after another.

Against the backdrop of all kinds of insect chirps, the roar of the engine in the distance of the highway was particularly harsh.

Captain Merck subconsciously clenched the STG42 assault rifle in his hand, and the whole person remained motionless, as if turning into a statue.

This time the noise was different from the previous noise from the Soviet convoy of trucks, which had tanks in their ranks, and there were many of them.

The noise is getting closer, soon. Captain Merck saw a large black shadow roaring across the road outside the forest.

It should be the T-34,Captain Merck said in his heart.

One tank after another counted over. Captain Merck searched until thirty tanks, each with a varying number of infantrymen.

The tank queue was followed by a truck queue.

Unlike the first group of trucks, the truck queue encountered this time was full of infantry, and there was a faint figure shaking in the truck compartment.

These tanks and infantry. Was it to support the Stalinist lines? Or was he sent to attack the arsenal defended by Colonel Dietrich?

Just when Captain Merck was secretly hoping that the Soviet convoy would pass by as soon as possible and not waste his precious time, a truck suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

First, two people jumped out of the cab, and four or five more figures jumped out of the back of the car.

These people stood in a row on the side of the road. Everyone stood with their feet apart and stepped together, collectively "releasing water" in the direction of the forest.

The faint sound of speech was heard in the forest, and Captain Merck patted the soldier beside him with his right hand, and then pointed out of the forest, and the soldier nodded knowingly.

Glancing at his watch again in the dim light, Captain Merck cursed in his heart, damn it, he would lose at least five minutes of his precious time if he was disturbed by these hurried guys.

Soon, the figures of the people who collectively released water to the forest to carry out irrigation projects on the edge of the forest disappeared, and the trucks disappeared into the road with a roar.

A few vivid bird chirpings rang out in the forest, and soon the sound of military uniforms rubbing against the bushes could be heard again in the forest.

Still walking in the middle of the line, Captain Merck whispered to the soldier what the Soviet soldier had said.

The Russian-speaking soldier said: "The Russians basically complained that they had lost a lot of money in the battle and that there was no progress. The most valuable phrase is to take out the Germans behind us. ”

The Germans behind us are probably Colonel Dietrich, and those comrades stationed at the arsenal, and it seems that the Russians have finally found out that the arsenal has been occupied, and this reaction speed is a little too slow.

After the long trek, Captain Merck felt himself swollen and aching from his waist down to the center of his feet.

When he reached for the compass and map in his arms for the eleventh time, and after lying on the ground and checking the map, a sigh of relief came out of his mouth.

Turning off the flashlight and taking off the raincoat that was covering his body to prevent the flashlight from running out, Captain Merck called the team to stop, then led the team himself, turned around and turned north, and after stumbling forward in the forest with almost no fingers in sight, after about twenty minutes, Captain Merck's troops rushed out of the forest and appeared in a large meadow.

The meadow was surrounded by forests, and Captain Merck was emboldened.

The whole company's ranks, under command, quickly dispersed and hid in the surrounding darkness, deploying a defensive ring. In the center of the defensive circle, Captain Merck led people to set up two tents.

Next to one of the tents, the whispering of a radio signal could soon be heard.

Dancing and slapping at the seemingly ubiquitous mosquitoes, Captain Merck looked up at the night sky. Wait patiently for the arrival of guests.

Half an hour later, Captain Merck noticed that the night seemed to be creeping away, and the stars in the surrounding sky were no longer so bright.

After waiting anxiously for about five more minutes, Captain Merck jerked his head to look west.

In the west, in the forest with no end in sight. There seemed to be a monster roaring.

Staring at the dark and deep forests of the West, Captain Merck once again clenched the assault rifle in his hand.

Could it be that the Russians discovered their troops and sent tanks to encircle them?

Otherwise, what's going on with those low roars?

Just when Captain Merck was nervous and hesitant to lead his troops out of the open meadow temporarily, three huge black shadows suddenly rushed out of the forest in his sight.

What is this and what model of aircraft? Amazingly weird?

"Don't fire, don't fire."

Startled by the sudden appearance of the big guy, Captain Merck hurriedly shouted at the guards around him to prevent his subordinates from opening fire without knowing the situation.

The appearance of these three planes is extremely strange. The fuselage appears to be that of a medium bomber, but it does not have wings.

In what was supposed to be the position of the wings, two steel frames stretched diagonally upward.

At the end of each steel frame is a huge, high-speed rotating propeller.

The appearance of these three planes is really strange, and it is different from all the planes I have seen before.

Soon, the performance of the three planes once again surprised Captain Merck and their men.

Fly over the grass, about two or three hundred meters north of Captain Merck's position. The three planes slowly slowed down, and then under the gaze of Captain Merck. Hover over the grass.

The plane cabin door was wide open, and three ropes were thrown onto the grass.

Along the rope, there were as many as thirty figures in the cabin.

Putting down all the members, the three strange-looking planes turned around and left.

Facing the "visitors from above", Captain Merck greeted an officer of the "Russian army" led by him.

That's right. These "visitors from the sky" are all wearing Russian military uniforms, and the equipment on their bodies is also all Russian military equipment, ranging from Bobosha submachine guns to Dzhegalev light machine guns.

One of the "Russian army" lieutenants led by the leader walked up to Captain Merck, and after saluting each other, the other party said: "I am Lieutenant Jackman of the DreamWorks Special Forces. It's a pleasure to fight alongside you, Mr. Captain. “

Captain Merck also reported his name and number, and after a few words of greeting, Lieutenant Jackman said: "Are you ready for the documents we mentioned in the telegram?" ”

"Follow me." Captain Merck said and turned and walked to the tent on the grass.

In a tent, Captain Merck took out a satchel and handed it to Lieutenant Jackman.

"It's what you want."

Lieutenant Jackman took out his satchel, took out a document from it, flipped through it casually, and nodded to Captain Merck with satisfaction.

"Well, that's exactly what we wanted. Captain, please keep your men on guard, we need a little time. ”

Lieutenant Jackman casually handed the satchel to a soldier behind him, who squatted in the tent with three other soldiers, pulled out one military ID after another, and began the renovation work.

"I took these documents from the Russians we killed, and the authenticity is 100% reliable." Captain Merck said.

"It's more reliable with our photos." Lieutenant Jackman said.

At this time, the surrounding light was brighter, and Captain Merck noticed some details.

Lieutenant Jackman's military uniform was stained with dust, and there seemed to be some frayed edges on the sleeves.

Not only the military uniform, but Captain Merck also noticed that Lieutenant Jackman and his subordinates, even the appearance seemed to be different from his own subordinates, closer to the appearance of Eastern Europeans.

If they did not speak German, if they had not been informed in advance, Lieutenant Jackman and his men would not have thought of them as Germans at all.

Looking at the other members of the DreamWorks force, everyone has tattered military uniforms, as if they have just experienced a thrilling battle.

"Did the military uniforms you wear also be ripped from the corpses of the Russians?" Captain Merck asked curiously.

"No, it took a long time for the props team to tailor it for us. We don't collect props from Russians unless we have to. Lieutenant Jackman said.

During the chat, Captain Merck learned that Lieutenant Jackman and his men were flying on a Dragon helicopter numbered FA-223.

Captain Merck was amazed by the performance of the Dragon helicopter.

"With this weapon, we can quickly move supplies and troops to the front from the rear at any time. When I first got the order, I thought you were going to get here by skydiving. ”

"Parachuting is so dangerous that if you don't get it, you will jump directly on the head of the Russians." Lieutenant Jackman said with a smile.

During the casual chatter between the two, Lieutenant Jackman's subordinates renovated the officer ID cards they had in hand, and then handed out one to each DreamWorks Special Forces soldier.

"The final preparations are complete and we set off. Now, Mr. Captain, you can tell me about the contact you had with the original owners of these documents, the time, the place, and preferably some more details. Lieutenant Jackman said.

Listening to Captain Merck's recounting of how he captured the Russian arsenal with the cooperation of Air Force bombers, Lieutenant Jackman led his men, mixed with Captain Merck's men, and marched straight in the direction of the city of Itrica in the east.

In the gloomy forest, this strange-looking unit composed of the Germans and the "Russian army" hurried for half an hour, and suddenly a city flashed in front of them, which was the target of their trip, the city of Iditsa.

All the soldiers were hidden in the depths of the forest, and Captain Merck and Lieutenant Jackman quietly rushed to the edge of the forest and took binoculars to check the movements of the Soviet troops in the city of Idrichatsa.

It was only 4:20 a.m., and the city of Itrica was quiet, as if it was still asleep.

On the edge of the city, at major highway intersections, Russian army guards patrol.

On both sides of the road, the positions of the Russian army piled up sandbags revealed the figures of Maxim machine guns and 37-mm anti-aircraft guns.

"We need to figure out a way to sneak into the city and find the location of the enemy's headquarters." Lieutenant Jackman said.

"What about after finding the enemy's military headquarters? Call the Stuka dive bombers to bomb them all with precision? Captain Merck said.

Lieutenant Jackman had a very reserved smile on his face.

"The plan you have spoken of is only one of the alternatives, and in accordance with the instructions of His Excellency the Governor, since we are here, we are to make as much of a big deal as possible.

"What do you need me and my men to do for you?" Captain Merck asked.

After pondering for a while, Lieutenant Jackman said, "If possible, help me get a prisoner back first." (To be continued.) )