The superior headquarters of the Werewolf Brigade was located in Vošice, and the German Army stationed a radio communication platoon in the town, whose main task was to cooperate with the Air Force mobile radar station in the village of Ludnik on the west side of the town.

A large and well-defined communication network was gradually unfolding in Eastern Europe with the footsteps of the German army's engineering units.

The German army's communication advantage lies in the use of ideas rather than technology, of course, the technical reserves of electronic giants such as Hotline and Siemens are quite abundant, but because of the lack of key rare metal raw materials, the German army's radio equipment in the middle and late stages of the war, both in quantity and quality, has clearly lagged behind their opponents.

However, this is only a problem that has arisen in the original history, and it is impossible to happen again in the current plane.

The headquarters of the 9th Special Operations Battalion was housed in a monastery on the south side of the town, and the main building was a two-story Romanesque masonry structure, said to have been built in the late 16th century. Beneath the high courtyard wall is a stone enclosure made of arches, in the middle of which is a courtyard paved with granite blocks, and in the center of the courtyard is an ancient well with a canopy, and in the west corner there is a livestock shed and a small vegetable garden.

Poland is an ancient Catholic country, and more than ninety percent of its inhabitants are devout Catholics, so it can be said that such historic monasteries and churches can be found throughout Poland.

There was a period of turbulent division in Poland's history, when lords and nobles fought against each other, and the defeated and deserters became robbers and horse thieves, gathering in the mountains and plundering from place to place.

The monasteries, which had accumulated a lot of food and wealth, were obviously big sheep in the eyes of the robbers, so in order to protect the lives and wealth of the clergy, many monasteries in Poland were built like military fortresses.

The Radom Brothers' Monastery, where the werewolf battalion headquarters is located, was built during that turbulent time, and even from a twentieth-century military perspective, the fortress was still quite defensive, provided that the attackers did not use heavy weapons.

Before the outbreak of the war, the monastery was inhabited by more than 20 monks, but now only the 60-year-old abbot and a twelve-year-old apprentice remain. The old friar had no objection to the entry of the German SS, and his devout belief in God did not mean that he was in a hurry to serve the Almighty Lord.

The Headquarters' communications room is located in a room in the east corner of the second floor, making it easy to pull antennas from windows to the roof. The building was not connected to electricity, it should be said that most of the Polish towns and villages at that time were not connected to electricity, and many Polish farmers had not even seen electric lights, and the lights were still used at night with old candles and oil lamps.

The Germans, with a diesel generator, only turned on for four hours a day during the day, mainly because of the fuel, and as the snowfall began to become more frequent in December, they were told by their superiors to be ready for heavy snow to cut off their supply lines at any time.

"This is the second part of the order, sir." The brigade's communications staff officer handed Wolfgang a freshly deciphered message. Hoffman Commando Group Leader II.

Major Hoffman was Chinese New Year's Eve two years old, tall and strong, with short silver hair, and because of his strong and cunning fighting style, his subordinates nicknamed him "Silver Wolf".

Hoffman neatly signed his name under the message and handed it back to the communications staff officer: "Forward it to all companies immediately." ”

"Yes, sir." The staff officer nodded in agreement.

"What should we do now?" Lieutenant Schmidt, the chief adjutant of the Brigade Headquarters, asked eagerly.

"Go get my car ready." Hoffman walked over to the window and pulled the dark green curtains hard.

The sun shone through the glass on the Major's hard-lined, stone-carved face, and his short silver hair shone with a dazzling white light like the legendary paladin.

"You're going out? But we don't have it here..."The adjutant couldn't help but sigh, he was anxious to know the plans of this superior, and the orders of the headquarters revealed a message from beginning to end, that the superiors wanted to do something on the Eastern Front.

"I'm going to see Lieutenant Max for myself, he's the only commander who makes me feel uneasy." Hoffmann glanced at Schmidt.

"I'll arrange a car for you right away, sir." The adjutant sensed the major's displeasure and knew that he would not be able to get an answer for the time being.

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At this moment, in the makeshift camp by the border woods, Max finally got the second order he had been waiting for for a long time.

"So that's it, hahaha, so that's it." The lieutenant clutched his forehead and laughed.

"Did you mention backup in the order? Lieutenant Max, time is running out for the RED team. Second Lieutenant Koll fixed his eyes on the telegram in the lieutenant's hand.

"There's no backup, just us." Max handed the telegram to Cole.

"But there are enough of them!" Max strode out of the awning.

"Comrades, the battle order has been given, let's go and show the Russians a little bit of power." The lieutenant shouted loudly to his subordinates with a happy expression on his face.

"I like orders like that, I really like it." Amid the cheers of the SS soldiers, the lieutenant turned his head and whispered to Kohl behind him, with a hideous sneer on his face that made the other man shudder.

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"The road on the right leads to Kobrin, and your map is right." Gleb attentively introduced to the German soldiers around him.

Guri. Gafyllovich. Gleb was born in Ukraine, but his grandfather was Lithuanian and a second lieutenant in the Russian army as a young man. After the October Revolution, his father followed his grandfather into the White Russian army, but the troops were broken up in Ukraine, and both father and son became deserters.

Gleb's mother was Ukrainian, and his maternal grandfather was a rich peasant, so Gleb Sr. took his son into hiding on a farm in the countryside of Ukraine.

After the end of the civil war, the local government began to recount the population, and the elder Gleb bribed the registrar to obtain legal citizenship at the cost of a silver pocket watch.

The collectivization of farms in Ukraine in the past 30 years almost bankrupted Gleb's family, and it was at that time that his grandfather Gleb Sr. died. In three or three years, Gleb's brother Anton was drafted into the army, and at that time the family was finally a little better.

Anton was a bright and optimistic young man who was highly regarded by his superiors, and it took him six years to rise to the rank of Red Army sergeant, serving as a platoon commander, and it was said that his superiors had considered him to attend a battalion commander's training course, meaning that he could become a real Red Army officer.

Just when everyone thought that everything would be better, the Soviet-Finnish Winter War broke out, and Anton's infantry company was ambushed in the icy Finnish jungle, and the troops were almost completely wiped out by the other side, and only seven people in the whole company survived, and poor Anton was not among the survivors.

Guri. Gafyllovich. Gleb became the last heir to the Gleb family, and at the same time shouldered the responsibility of providing for the family, his father suffered a stroke on the day he received the news of the death of his eldest son, and his mother was not in good health, and the family land had to be handed over to two uncles to cultivate.

After all, Gleb was a martyr's family member and was bereaved and cared for by the local government, and the county arranged a quota for Gleb to be a driver in a government unit, which was a very decent job at that time.

Although the Soviet Union was already able to produce automobiles, the output could not meet domestic demand at all, and the country was engaged in a five-year plan, and there was a very large shortage of transport vehicles. In addition to the iron salary, drivers also have the opportunity to secretly take on private work, although the extra money is not much, but life is definitely much better than that of ordinary workers.

But this is an ordinary family, and Gref has two elderly and frail patients in his family, and he has just started working, and the little salary he receives every month is not enough at all, so the family can only rely on the savings of the past to survive, and they are about to sit on a mountain of food.

It was at this time that one of Anton's former comrades-in-arms, Xiang Guli. Gref lends a helping hand, and he is transferred to the transport team of the Brest Railway Engineering Agency, where the work is arduous, but the salary is much higher than in the mainland, and most importantly, it is close to the German border, so there are more opportunities to earn extra money.

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