"Dig it all over me!" Sitting in his company command car, Gater watched his soldiers clean up the battlefield, and said with a smile, "I don't want to be shot in the back if the battle is won." ”

Although he smiled happily, to be honest, this battle was not easy, not only lost seven infantry fighting vehicles, but also destroyed all the No. 1 bridge tanks.

The tenacity shown by the Belgian troops fighting on home in the face of the German offensive still gave the Germans a "surprise".

"Helmut and Martin...... Are they arranged? "Gro and Hoffman walked side by side on the battlefield full of gunpowder.

"Well, the regimental headquarters will send a car to pick them up in the afternoon, and then cremate them with the other unlucky guys in the regiment." "In a few days, their families will receive their urns and pensions," said Hoffmann, carrying the corpses of Belgian soldiers with his rifle...... Oh, and a letter of condolence signed by the division commander. ”

"Ugh." Groh sighed, then took out a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket, and solemnly crossed the names "Helmut Smith" and "Martin von Beckmann".

"Helmut's parents probably won't be able to stand the news." Hoffman's voice was low, "He told me that he was the only child his parents. ”

"This kid ......," Gro said with a wry smile, "he never told me ......"

"He's afraid that if you know about it, he won't let him go to war." Hoffman said.

"I realized that most of my knowledge of the people in my class was fake." Gro shook his head helplessly, "Hoffman, you tell me the truth, who else in the class is the only child in the family?" ”

Hoffmann opened his mouth to say something, but after a moment of silence, he shook his head expressionlessly and replied, "No, only Helmut." ”

Groh listened to Hoffman's words and looked at him deeply, but he didn't get anything out of Hoffman's face, which had always been known for his facial paralysis.

"Forget it...... Gro waved his hand weakly, "I'll go to the regiment headquarters to ask if I have time." ”

"It's up to you." Hoffman shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Anyway, it's gone, and you can't ask." ”

After Hoffman finished speaking, the two did not talk for a long time, but walked together on the still scorching battlefield, looking for something of still useful use or a prisoner of war who was still alive.

Until Hans, who was not far from the two of them, let out a nervous scream.

"Lay down your weapons! Lay down your weapons! ”

Hearing Hans's shouts, Groh and Hoffmann looked at each other, immediately loaded the gun in their hands, and quickly ran towards Hans.

"Verdomde moffen, leg je apen neer! Maeterlinck shouted nervously, holding his FN1922-style 7.65mm pistol.

Behind him, five other Belgian soldiers stood, one of whom was carrying an FDN light machine gun.

"What kind of bird language does he speak?" Hans, who had no education, did not understand what Maeterlinck was saying, and asked Fogel beside him with a confused expression.

"Well, it seems to be Flemish (later Dutch)." Fogel said nervously holding the G41 rifle in his hand.

"Can you understand?"

"I don't understand ......"

"Sauerei (sow-raised)!"

"What's going on?" Just when Hans pulled the Mauser C96 fully automatic modified pistol (commonly known as the 20-shot box gun in China) in his hand and was about to take Fogel two to six, Groh arrived with Hoffman.

Along with the two of them, there was also an infantry squad that was also nearby and came to hear the news.

"Squad leader, I found the corpses of these six Belgian cowards here." Hans said with a look of disdain.

"Really?" Gro also looked at the six Belgians with disdain.

"De moffen, aar kijk je naar? Maeterlinck saw contempt in the eyes of Groh and the others, and he yelled in annoyance.

"We don't have a cowardly person like you in Germany, and it's rare to see it a few times at a time." Gro sneered expertly in Flemish.

"You......" Maeterlinck pointed angrily at Gro, "we're not cowards!" ”

"Then why are you pretending to be dead?" Gro sneered, "I don't dare to admit what I did, and I still say that I am not a coward?" ”

"I ......" Maeterlinck was angry, but it was indeed himself who pretended to be dead, which made him unable to argue.

"You've lost, lay down your weapons!" Gro said with a sneer.

"It's okay to lay down your arms, but I have a few conditions." Maeterlinck was still clutching his pistol.

"Negotiate terms with God!" Gro didn't bother to talk nonsense with Maeterlinck anymore, and directly raised his submachine gun to Maeterlinck and pulled the trigger.

After a series of gunshots like fried beans, Maeterlinck lay on his back and fell to the ground.

He proved with practical actions that he was indeed not a coward, after all, there were not many people in the whole world who dared to negotiate terms with the German SS.

"We surrender, we surrender!" Just when the rest of the German army was about to follow Gro to kill the group of Belgians directly, a Belgian soldier suddenly threw away the rifle in his hand and raised his hands and shouted.

The rest of the Belgians, seeing that someone was leading the surrender, threw away their weapons and raised their hands above their heads.

"Don't fight." Gro waved his hand, stopped the crowd who were about to shoot in German, looked at another German squad leader and said, "The Führer said that a living prisoner is worth far more than a dead corpse. ”

Another German squad leader thought about it when he heard this, and then waved his hand as well.

"Honestly, line up yourself and walk back with my two soldiers." Gro commanded.

"That, sir." The Belgian soldier who took the lead in surrendering called out to Gro in a trembling voice as he lined up, "I want to ask...... What will you do with us? ”

"I don't know." Gro said impatiently, "Then it's up to you, if you are of no value to us, then it is possible to be shot or buried alive." ”

The Belgian soldier was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Yes...... I'm valuable! ”

"Oh?!" Gro glanced at the Belgian soldier with interest, he had just randomly scared people before, but he didn't expect to be scared a little.

"Tell me about it."

"That...... The ......" the Belgian soldier racked his brains, and suddenly, a man came to his mind, "I know a man who killed one of your colonels!" ”

"Colonel?!" Gro's face became solemn, for he had never heard of a high-ranking officer killed since the beginning of the war.

"Yes, his name is Carrasco! Be a recruit! But he's not with us now......" The Belgian soldier seemed to grasp the hope of life, and he quickly and simply repeated Carrasco's usual brag with them.

"What's your name?" Gro asked.

"Sir, my name is Manla!" Manla's face was beaming.

"Good." Gro nodded, then instructed Hoffman, "Take him to the POW camp to see if there is this Carrasco." ”

"Okay." Hoffman nodded, then led Manra around and walked towards the prisoner of war camp.

"Hans." Watching Hoffman and Manra walk farther and farther away, Groh called out to Hans, who was doing nothing.

"What's the matter?"

"Find a chance to kill this Manla, whether or not this Carrasco he said really exists." Gro said with a cold face, "Our Party Guard will not tolerate betrayal. ”

"Oh, okay."

"Remember, do it simply, don't be found out by other POWs, we still need their 'betrayal'."