"Hey! Look! This is a press bulletin just sent by the Wehrmacht Gazette, which says that Stalin is saying to their troops and people that anyone who does not want to help the Soviets by all means, anyone who does not obey the orders and discipline of the Soviets is a traitor, a traitor, these people must all be purged, not a single one can be left, we don't need cowards and traitors! ”

Colonel Otto Coombe, head of the SS Grenadier Regiment of the German Army, smiled while happily sipping coffee while looking at the Wehrmacht communiqué that he had just received in his hand.

If outsiders were looking at him now, they would probably not have thought that the regiment commander, Colonel Otto Qom, had died and died in battle with the Soviets in the Kharkiv area more than an hour earlier, and had been slightly wounded in the shoulder.

If it weren't for the sudden and violent snowstorm in the Leningrad and Kharkov areas, I am afraid that they would not have withdrawn from the battlefield by now and would have continued to fight on the front line.

As for being able to drink coffee and read the newspaper so comfortably and happily as I do now, I'm afraid it's something that can only be possessed when you are dreaming.

"Tsk! Those Soviet troops were so ruthless that if it weren't for their purge, they wouldn't have killed and captured so many people, and I hear that more than 3 million people would have suffered! “

"It's even more staggering than that, if it weren't for our Führer's battle against the Soviet army in advance, I'm afraid the Soviet army would have killed more people, and even our empire might have suffered a surprise attack by the Soviet army first!"

Captain Heinz Hamel, squadron leader of the 1st Commando Squadron, interjected.

Beside him were Squadron Leader Ritter von Hengel, Squadron Leader Thomas Miller, as well as Major Erich Schmidt, Commander of the 102nd Panzer Regiment of the SS Imperial Panzergrenadier Division, Captain Heinrich Ruhan, Commander of the 124th Panzer Engineer Battalion, Captain Heinrich Ruhan, Battalion Commander Captain Heinrich Ruhan, and Brigade Commander Captain Gotfried Tornau.

Hearing Captain Heinz Hamel, the leader of the 1st Commando Squadron, say this about the Soviet Army, the officers of the SS Imperial Panzergrenadier Division nodded in agreement.

For them, the atrocities of the Soviet army will definitely not be much worse than theirs, they are all half a catty.

However, since Chen Yanlong appeared, whether it was the Wehrmacht, the SS, or even the Gestapo, all of them were issued strict military regulations to burn, kill, and loot civilians, and other things, and they were absolutely not allowed to appear, otherwise they would be severely punished, or even shot.

In this regard, many German and SS troops were reined in, and those who did not relented were either shot, imprisoned, or gradually expelled from the troops.

"Hey! Let's have some fun! “

"Let's not care whether the Soviet troops are good or bad, now we should cherish such a good time; Otherwise, once these sudden blizzards stop, then we will continue to fight with those Soviet troops again! ”

"What will our lives be like by then, it's still unknown!"

Just as the officers nodded in agreement, there was a sudden awkward silence, for which the battalion commander, Captain Heinrich Ruhan, immediately stood up with a smile on his face, and everyone laughed.

"That's right! Captain Heinrich Ruhan was right! For the rest of the evening, we'll spend the rest of the night in our barracks, so as not to waste such a precious time! ”

Major Erich Schmidt, commander of the 102nd Panzer Regiment, also stood up with a bright smile and echoed.

Then everyone smiled at the same time, and everyone was happy again in their barracks, eating, drinking, and merryfully by the light of the lights.

Because in fact, it's really rare to be able to completely relax like this, especially on the front line.

So these officers of the SS Imperial Panzergrenadier Division are all having fun and having as much fun as they want.

Otherwise, no one knows if they will survive the next battle.

And now the blizzard outside is getting more and more violent, although they are tired after the fierce battle, but in order to drive away the cold and fear in their hearts, they still plan to make themselves happy before going to rest and sleep for a while.

"I hope that in the next battle, we will all be alive and able to eat, drink and have fun like this again!"

Looking at the increasingly lively atmosphere, Major Erich Schmidt muttered to the regimental commander beside him, Colonel Otto Coombe.

"Yes!"

"Definitely! We are the Führer's strongest SS troops, and we will not die in battle easily! “

The regimental commander, Colonel Otto Coombe, nodded softly in agreement as he took another sip of steaming coffee.

Then they both fell silent, smiling, and watching everyone have fun together.