The truck returned the way it came, and after two forks in the road, Sweinbach asked the driver to stop at a wooded edge.

"That's it, Gref." Sweinbach opened the door.

"I can give you another ride." Gref said.

"No, that's enough, get out of the car." Krent nudged the driver's shoulder.

Glive turned off the car engine, opened the door and got out of the car.

"According to the previous agreement, this is the remaining hundred rubles." Sweinbach pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket and handed it to the driver, then took out a box of cigarettes and shook one out and put it in his mouth.

"Don't you count?" The SS sergeant shook out another cigarette and handed it to the Ukrainian driver.

"Could it be wrong?" Gref took the cigarette and smiled as he slipped the money into his coat pocket.

"Of course you can't be wrong." Sweinbach laughed too, and he really started to like the little smuggler a little.

"I'm sorry, we can't do what I said before, we're going to drive away from this car." Sweinbach lit a cigarette and handed the lighter to the driver.

"It doesn't matter, it's not my car anyway, but I need to think of a reasonable reason." Gref lit a cigarette and handed the lighter back to the sergeant.

"Keep it, I bought it in Warsaw." Sweinbach did not pick up.

"Thank you, Comrade Sir." Not at all pretentious, Gref immediately put this beautiful kerosene lighter in his trouser pocket.

This is not an aluminum-shelled lighter issued by the German army, but a high-end product with a carved steel shell, which sells for at least twenty rubles on the Ukrainian black market.

"If asked, tell the truth." Sweinbach spat out the smoke.

"Tell me the truth?" Gref's face was full of confusion.

"Yes, you just said that a group of people in the uniform of the Internal Affairs Corps stopped you on the road and then snatched your truck." Krent was already in the cab, he said with a smile as he leaned against the door.

"Is that okay? It won't be a problem, right? Gref looked at the SS sergeant.

"You don't know anything but that." Sveinbach took a cigarette in his mouth and pulled Tokarev's pistol from his holster.

"In addition, in order not to arouse suspicion among the investigators of the Internal Affairs Committee, there must be convincing evidence." The SS sergeant pulled the sleeve and loaded the pistol.

"Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?" Sweinbach asked.

"Right hand, what's wrong?" Before the driver could finish speaking, Sweinbach raised his hand and shot Gref in the left arm.

"God, you hit me!" Gref collapsed to the ground, clutching the wound on his arm and screaming loudly.

"I'm sorry, a gunshot wound would be a strong piece of evidence, Gref." Sweinbach retracted his pistol from its holster, then crouched down beside Gref and grabbed his arm's arm to examine the wound.

"Don't worry, boy, my marksmanship is very accurate, the bullet passed through the muscle, and it didn't hurt the bones or blood vessels." Sweinbach patted Greiff on the shoulder, then lifted him up from the ground.

"What kind of injury can this be? Not even a cold. Krent smiled and comforted the Ukrainians.

"It's okay, let's all go back to the car." Sweinbach drove the special operators who had jumped out of the car back to the car.

"Listen, the man who robbed your car wanted to kill you here, but you broke free from the other party's restraints and cleverly fled into the woods. The gunshot wound on the arm is proof of this... Hell, don't bother with that wound just yet, the bleeding will stop soon, you don't have to press it like that. ”

"But it's still bleeding, and I feel like the wound hurts, oh my God, it really hurts." Gref said with a sad face.

"You can bandage that cloth first, do you have a handkerchief on you?" Yes, this one is fine, what is it for? ”

"Replacement Foot Wraps"

“... It doesn't matter, you have to do this job yourself, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of others, first pass one end through this side, bite it with your teeth, then turn around, and then go around that side. Sweinbach instructed Gref to bandage his wounds.

"By the time we're gone, you'll have plenty of time to make the whole story come together. Also, remember that when people ask about this bandaging method, they say that your brother taught you. Sweinbach leaned against the passenger side door and told him one last time.

"I remember, Comrade Sir." Gref replied with a nod.

"Someone will contact you after the wind has passed."

"So what's the credentials? How can I tell if it's yours? ”

"You'll know then, Gref, take care of yourself." Waving his hand at the Ukrainians, Sweenbach turned to Krent and said, "Drive." ”

The Steyr truck slowly climbed onto the road and then drove west.

"Well, a truck was only exchanged for two hundred rubles and a bullet hole...."Watching the Germans march away, the Ukrainian turned and walked towards the fork in the road to the east, but he didn't go far when he suddenly stopped.

"Damn, I'm still in the car!" Gleb hurriedly turned his head to look, but the truck was already nowhere to be seen.

"We're going home, comrades." Sweinbach pulled open the partition between the cab and the carriage and shouted to the soldiers in the back compartment.

There was still a glass block there, and I don't know if the Poles or Russians removed the window and replaced it with a movable plank.

"Prepare for battle, check the weapons and equipment you have with you, Hans and Gerwill are responsible for securing the cargo. Heinberg, you can be sure of that Russian machine gun. Sweinbach looked at the machine gunner.

"No problem, I operated this machine gun during training, and the results are quite good." Heinberg expertly unloaded the cartridge and set it aside.

The DP machine gun was developed by the famous Soviet gunsmith Vasily. Deggalev's classics, because of their representative appearance, appeared very frequently in film and television works in later generations, and as soon as the audience saw the huge bullet disc lying horizontally on the gun, they knew that it was a red army.

In fact, among the arms that the Soviet Union supported the national government, there were thousands of Degalev DP27 machine guns, which were allocated to the Soviet armed forces in Yan'an, in addition to the Soviet armament units allocated to the national government.

Just because this machine gun uses Mosin. The bullets of the Nagant rifle were not copied in China, and it was difficult to replenish them logistically, so after almost exhausting the ammunition supplied with the gun, the DP machine gun was removed from the first-line troops and transferred to the second-line troops for training.

It was not until the War of Liberation, when the Soviet Union was replenished with ammunition, that these machine guns regained their combat effectiveness.

This machine gun has witnessed the growth of the people's army, whether it is Shuangduiji or Shangganling, almost every battlefield has left its unique figure.

"Now we can throw this mess out of the mess and move that tin box here."

"The machine gun is facing the rear rack, just in the middle."

"Who has extra magazines? Who needs grenades. ”

"Take this thing off my eyes and look at the weird eyes."

"you, this is Lao Tzu's baby." The SS soldiers began to get busy in the carriages, making the final preparations before the battle.

"It's three kilometers from the border." Krent held the steering wheel in one hand and pointed to the road sign ahead with the other.

"We are already close to the fortified area, and from here all the way to the shore, we may encounter Soviet troops at any time." Sweenbach pulled Tokarev out of the holster and put him on the seat, and then took out Krent's PPD submachine gun from under the seat.

"There are only six magazines, so you can save a little hit." Krent raised his hand to remove the canvas satchel he was carrying crossbody.

The PPD40 can use 71 rounds of drums, but they carry a PPD34 with 25 rounds of magazines, which may not be as sustained as the former, but the accuracy is definitely much higher than that of the improved version.

Twenty-five rounds is really a blink of an eye for an automatic weapon with a rate of fire of up to 800 rounds per minute.

"Maybe you won't run out of bullets." Sweinbach checked the magazine and then pressed the paddle in front of the trigger guard to switch the bolt to semi-automatic mode.

"Attention, there are barricades ahead! It's a border guard patrol. Krent shouted warning.