In the bushes by the Bug River, Sergeant Sweinbach was still holding a telescope, monitoring movements on the other side of the river.

"What's the matter, the appointed time has long passed." Sergeant Krent, the deputy squad leader, whispered on the other end of the bushes.

"It's coming, it's late... Six minutes. Sweinbach lowered his binoculars and pushed up the eaves of his M35 steel helmet.

On the other side of the river is a small spruce forest, and on the bank of the embankment there is a mud-based path for two people, one end of which leads to a dilapidated wooden trestle over the river, and the other end winds all the way to the edge of the woods.

Out of the spruce forest came a Soviet patrol, dressed in gray-brown woolen uniforms, grass-green hats, with water bottles and canvas bags slung around their waists, and Mosin Nagant rifles with military thorns on their backs. The first one was supposed to be a senior non-commissioned officer of the border guards, with a newer hat than a soldier's, a sash of arms on his back, a pistol and a leather map bag around his waist, and shiny leather boots on his feet.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fourteen." Krent whispered to the side.

"I don't know what they're delaying, but it's still acceptable." Sweinbach turned his head and glanced at the juniper to the other side.

On the opposite side are the Soviet border guards, subordinate to the 1st section of the 17th Red Banner Brest Frontier Corps. At this time, in the Brest Fortress, there were almost a company of troops stationed at the 9th post of the Border Guards, but in front of them were from another outpost five kilometers west of the city of Brest.

The Soviet border guards were under the command of the "Main Directorate of Border and Internal Affairs" (GUPVO) under the NKVD, and belonged to two systems with the Red Army, and the grass green military cap was an important symbol to distinguish them.

Although the border guards were subordinate to the NKVD, they were not as mysterious as one might think, they were just regular border patrol and guard units, and their equipment was mainly light weapons, and they were an armed force independent of the Red Army system, obeying only the orders of the NKVD, and had a fairly high degree of administrative autonomy.

The Soviet border guards are not field troops in the military sense, in fact, they also lack regular combat training, the main task of these troops in peacetime is border guard and combat smuggling activities, occasionally pick up the old profession to catch the enemy and fight against the enemy, the actual function is similar to the German border police and stormtroopers.

The Border Patrol team did not stop until they reached the pier, and as they had done hundreds of patrols in the past, they dispersed and the soldiers began to rest on the grassy slopes of the embankment.

A soldier took out the canvas folding bucket he was carrying and walked up to the trestle to get water from the river, although the Bug River was an inland river, but because there was not much industry upstream at that time, the water quality of the river was quite good, and only a little treatment was needed to meet the drinking standard.

"They would rest here for about fifteen minutes and then follow the same path back to the outpost. Everything went according to plan, and action began twenty minutes later. Sweinbach said to Sergeant Krent on the other side of the juniper, and then he turned his face to the signal man behind him and ordered: "Send a message to the camp, everything is going well." ”

The communications soldier untied the Torn-type field infantry radio station on his back, knelt on one knee and paddled the electric keys on his thigh, and skillfully typed out a string of codes. In the temporary SS camp not far from the river bank, the communications corpsman at the same moment loudly reported to Lieutenant Max: "Lieutenant, the red team is calling, the dogs have reached point U, everything is going well, and the action will begin in twenty minutes." ”

"Lieutenant, Sweinbach is about to act, we should inform him now," suggested an ensign.

"No, we don't have to do anything, just stay where we are." Max pushed his index finger against the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the blue pupils behind the lenses were deep and cold.

"You've seen this too, it's an order from the Regional General Command." The lieutenant shook the message in his hand.

"Once the operation has begun, it cannot be stopped, according to the current calculations, they have only two hours, and once they are entangled by the Soviets during the operation, it is likely that they will not have time to return to the shore..."

"Sweinbach knows what he's doing, and he's very aware of the risks of the task." Lieutenant Max interrupted.

"But he didn't know that he and his men might not be able to get the scheduled reception." The lieutenant retorted loudly.

"And what's your opinion, Second Lieutenant Cole." The corners of the SS lieutenant's mouth turned to one side.

"Since there is a loophole in the plan, then we should immediately stop this operation, and we cannot risk the lives of our comrades." Ensign Cole said loudly.

"Since they have chosen to join this unit, they are already on an adventure, Second Lieutenant Cole, and everyone is the same, including you and me." As he said this, Lieutenant Max smiled strangely.

"Why did you make this decision, you have every right to terminate this operation." Cole said excitedly.

"Because I like it, Second Lieutenant Cole." The lieutenant picked up the already cold coffee from the table.

"Like? What kind of reason is that?! The second lieutenant was stunned by the lieutenant's reply, and his brain could not react at all.

"Corporal Schrödinger." Lieutenant Max turned to the corporal standing in the corner of the awning and said, "Change me for a hot cup of coffee." ”、

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the matter is finally done, dizziness, I can only give you half a chapter today, and the rest will be made up tomorrow.