The soldiers were very sad and said: "Yes, when I parachuted, I fell and died, and unfortunately landed directly behind the rebels, and finally rushed out, and now there are only a dozen of us left." ”

Armand shook his head and said, "This casualty is too big, I don't know if the other crews are like this." Then he stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said, "Do you know where the main forces are?" We've got to go find them! ”

"When we broke through, we heard very fierce gunfire from the east side of the airport, maybe the main force was in that direction, but unfortunately the east side rounded up our stormtroopers the most at that time, otherwise we would have rushed there." The soldier thought back for a moment and said.

"Alright, you guys get your gear in order, let's go around to the east, we need to work together to take out these inhumane bastards!" Armand looked east.

"Mr. Sergeant, I have half a magazine left with ammunition." A soldier removed the magazine from his gun and said with a frown.

"I don't have much."

"I still have a half-magazine." The soldiers checked the remaining ammunition, and the tense fighting along the way left the high-velocity submachine guns almost ran out of ammunition.

"Look for your dead brother, cover them with a parachute cloth, and don't let them lie like this. Also, if you can't find enough bullets, use the SA's Mauser rifles. Armand walked to the bodies of the Wehrmacht soldiers down the slope and began to search for ammunition.

But they don't have much on them, after all, they fought all the way here. Some of the soldiers had to hand over the remaining bullets to their comrades, and then picked up the Mauser Type 98 rifles and ammunition on the ground.

A military salute was given to the fallen soldiers, and the group quickly ran towards the east.

Moments later, a dense burst of gunfire appeared ahead, and Armand and the others stopped at a small house next to the runway, and then used the binoculars in his bag to look at the battlefield in the distance, where more than 1,000 stormtroopers dressed in brown were fending off the attack of more than 300 Wehrmacht, and the flat concrete runway was densely strewn with corpses.

After all, the stormtroopers are not an army, and they cannot be compared with the regular army in terms of tactical literacy or weapons and equipment. After the troops were assembled in the rear, the battlefield situation changed.

Suddenly, Armand discovers that one of the stormtroopers is being guarded by the team around him.

This must be a stormtrooper executive, and we must find a way to kill him, not let him run away! Armand thought to himself.

As the commander-in-chief of the SA and one of the initiators of the rebellion, Goering had never been more embarrassed than he is today. A few hours earlier, dozens of Lufthansa "airliners" had flown over his head and dropped hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, much to the surprise of Goering, who had never seen an airborne operation before (and probably too others, after all, this tactic was brought to the world by Lyon more than a decade earlier). But he quickly calmed down, just kidding, I have 1,500 stormtroopers around me, and I'm afraid of you just a few hundred soldiers?

But reality slapped him in the face, because these hundreds of soldiers were all equipped with submachine guns that Germany was not allowed to produce, and the density of fire was dozens of times that of his own, so Goering had to fight and retreat in a hurry - it was not that Goering was timid to escape, but that there was not even a tree in the airport, and there was no place for him to defend at all, and Goering was also desperate.

However, it was not so easy to retreat, and the SA was constantly killed and wounded under the heavy fire of the Wehrmacht, and it would certainly not be able to hold Goering out if it continued like this.

Goering looked at the Wehrmacht approaching and shouted at the stormtroopers who were retreating in a panic: "Don't run anymore, everyone! Just now I got the news that the party has sent us reinforcements. We fought side by side, and as long as reinforcements arrived, we could annihilate this group of Weimar lackeys! ”

As soon as the stormtroopers heard that there were reinforcements, their morale immediately rose, and they all stopped and fell on the spot and began to counterattack, but they didn't see that Goering, who had just been fighting side by side with them, was quietly moving to the back of the crowd with his cronies, and then ran away.

"Haha! We finally got out, and luckily we had those fools cut us off, otherwise we would have to be here today. Goering, who had escaped, excitedly said to the cronies next to him.

"Marshal, you are really wise and powerful!" The cronie said flatteringly, but he didn't know if he thought so in his heart.

After Hitler captured the city government, he made Ludendorff president and himself chancellor, proclaimed the establishment of the Third German Reich, and Wilhelm II, who had fled to the Netherlands, remained emperor. Goering, as the commander of the stormtroopers, naturally became the marshal.

"Haha, those idiots thought there would be reinforcements, and the rest of the SA was either capturing Jews or besieging those iron bumps of the 1st Panzer Regiment, so there were extra troops to support them?" He was surrounded by his own cronies, which made Goering speak a little unscrupulously.

"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly appeared behind the airport, which was supposed to be empty, and one of Goering's cronies clutched his chest with a face full of incredulity. Then he fell to the ground. Goering and the others were startled and hurriedly picked up their rifles to look for the enemy.

"Lay down your arms!" The voice came out from behind a small house in front.

"Who? Come out! Goering hid behind one of his cronies with a pistol and shouted in a sinister voice.

Goering thinks that even if the other side is the Wehrmacht, they will definitely try to capture him alive in their own identity, and when the other side shows up, as long as I sell the people next to me, I still have a good chance of escaping.

It's a pity that he didn't calculate, and the other side didn't know who he was at all.

"Da da~" "Bang bang bang! "Submachine guns, mixed with bolt-action rifles, mercilessly poured bullets at Goering and the others.

"Hey, Armand, who do you think this man is? And let us out, stupid. A group of people walked out of the house where they were hiding with smoking guns, one of them speaking to the other.

"I don't know, but it's definitely a big official." The young man named Armand said as he looked at Goering, whose body had been beaten into a honeycomb on the ground.

"He must be a fool, I'm worried about how to kill him in so many stormtroopers, hey, he just ran out." Another soldier said.

"Regardless of him, no matter how big the official is, as long as he is a Nazi, he should be killed, let's go to the front and see if we can help!" Armand stepped over the corpses of Goering and the others and ran with his soldiers towards the battlefield in the distance.

Goering, the executioner who was supposed to be the number two man in Nazi Germany, now fell early at the hands of German soldiers.