At this time, the brutal butcher had only half a life left, and he lay on the mud floor with his eyes closed and hummed quietly, his face already showing a corpse-like blue and white because of the excessive blood loss in a short time.

"Doctor, how's the colonel doing?" The doctor's assistant asked.

"It's bad, if he doesn't get a blood transfusion in time, he could go into shock at any time, make a note of the time and help me hold his hand." The medic pulled out a vial from the leather medicine box he had with him, opened the lid and poured the powder on the wound section.

"The wound should have been cleaned first, but the current conditions don't allow it." The Medic peered out from behind the low wall, where the accomplices were crouching behind the bunkers they were looking for, engaging in a fierce exchange of fire with the attackers.

The mules and horses in the team either fled or were killed by the other side, and the air was filled with the pungent smoke mixed with the sweet smell of blood.

The sun was reluctant to set, and the attackers' positions were facing away from the setting sun, and their shots were so accurate that almost every ten seconds, a bandit was shot through the limb or head by the enemy's bullets.

The attackers' fire was extremely fierce, outnumbering Gandino's men, and they even sent some men to outflank them, and soon the gang was caught in the crossfire.

"No, we have to retreat, who comes with me!" One of the bandits shouted.

"Damn, it's German machine guns, they're Germans, didn't they say they've already left?"

"Watch out for snipers! Watch out for snipers! ”

"Mom! I don't want to die here! ”

"Doctor, I've been shot, come and save me!"

"Merciful Lord, be merciful." The bandits were shouting and shouting, and as the number of casualties mounted, morale was on the verge of collapse.

"I'm getting out of here! No one wants to kill me Maffeodore. A bandit rolled out from behind the corpse of a mule, then lowered his body and ran quickly towards the village.

"Don't run around, you idiot!" Hiding behind a packer, Karot shouted at his fleeing accomplices.

Before he could finish speaking, half of Mafeodore's head shattered, and brain tissue and bone fragments erupted to one side like fireworks, and the corpse fell forward violently, sliding out of the mud for almost half a meter.

"No, I surrender! Don't shoot again! "The bandits' will to fight has finally completely collapsed.

"Don't shoot, we surrender!" One of the bandits pulled out a handkerchief and tied it to the barrel of a rifle held aloft.

"His pulse is waning, doctor, what to do." The medical assistant pressed the side of Gandino's neck.

"Maybe death is a good thing for him." The medic sighed, then stood up from behind the low wall and raised his hands in the air to face the German soldier who was approaching cautiously with his rifle in hand.

"Don't shoot! I surrender, Gandino is here! The medic shouted loudly to the Germans.

"Gandino? You mean Bill. Gandino? A German officer asked excitedly in Italian.

"Yes, Bill. Gandino, it's just that he's dying and needs to be given a blood transfusion immediately. The medic replied.

"Let me see—" The German officer hurried over, and only then did the medic recognize it as a captain.

"His right upper arm was severed from the middle, and the ruptured artery caused a lot of blood loss, I treated him urgently, and now the muscles and blood vessels of the wound have constricted, and the bleeding has stopped temporarily, but now he needs to be given a blood transfusion immediately, otherwise he may enter hemorrhagic shock at any time. I had only normal medication with me and couldn't handle an injury of this magnitude. The medic knelt beside Gandino and pressed his hand to the leader's chest.

"You're a doctor?" Captain Pete asked.

"Yes, former Italian Army Medic Lieutenant Federigo, now your prisoner, Mr. Captain. In accordance with the Geneva Conventions, I demand treatment commensurate with my status. ”

"Yes, please wait for our commander to arrive, doctor." The German captain nodded to Federegre, and then gave a few orders in German to the soldiers beside him.

At this time the surviving bandits were concentrated, they were ordered to kneel in the open field with their heads in their hands, and the Germans set up a machine gun behind them.

"Anyone who moves around will be shot on the spot." Sergeant Meyer warned the captives in fluent Italian.

"These damn bandits, complete scum, hell is where they should go." Sergeant Famm looked over the bodies of the slain bandits.

"That's this guy, the guerrilla warfare expert I was looking for, and look, he has the eagle tattoo of an Alpine soldier on his arm." The German sergeant pulled the corpse's arm and showed it to the soldiers around him.

"I don't know whose result it is, you see, a shot hit the center of the eyebrows." A soldier whispered to his companion.

At this time, Major Conig came with his command group, surrounded by soldiers.

"The concentration of a group of snipers or precision marksmen to deliver short, effective strikes against enemy infantry units has a huge impact on the morale of the enemy, as demonstrated in this battle. However, there are still some obvious gaps between the combat will of the target and the regular army, and we need more cases to prove the role of sniper tactics in new types of operations.

I found that the old sniper tactics were a little unsuitable for the current battlefield, and it was difficult for us to encounter the same situation as we did more than ten years ago. In the future, we will encounter more sports operations in the field, so we must improve the ability of soldiers to move and survive in the field, and at the same time, we must also pay attention to the research of street fighting, we lack experience in this area, and we need to communicate with infantry units. Conig talked as he walked, and the adjutant beside him quickly made notes in the notebook.

"Sir, I've found Gandino." Pete stepped forward to salute, then reported loudly.

"Take me there, and I'll take a good look at this cruel pig." Conig sank his face.

"Major, this is their medic, Federrego, who claims to be an Italian medic lieutenant, and asks us to treat him as a prisoner of war." Pete introduces the doctor to Conig.

"Anthony. Bardi. Federigo is at your service, Mr. Major. The doctor quickly stood up and saluted the major.

"This is Gandinor?" The German major did not take care of the military doctor.

"It looks uglier than in the pictures." Conig turned to Pete.

"Bloody relationship, your marksmanship is really admirable." Pete said with a smile.

"I need to give a full face picture of the corpse above." Koenig smiled slightly.

"Have you taken the picture?"

"It's all filmed." Pete replied.

"Very well, I'll take care of the rest, Captain." Conig glanced at the Italian medic standing nearby, then turned away from the scene.

"Understood, sir." Pete saluted the Major's back, then pulled his pistol from the holster at his waist.

"Captain, what are you going to do?" The Italian medic exclaimed.

"Phew!" The German major pulled the trigger on Gandino's forehead.

"Phew!" The second shot hit the heart in the spot.

"You.... You—" The Italian medic sat limp on the ground, and a large puddle of water slowly appeared under him.

"Geneva Convention—" The doctor looked up at the German captain with a pleading expression.

"I'm sorry doctor, have you forgotten who you are? You are guerrillas and are not protected by the laws of war. The German captain pointed to the medic's eyebrows and slowly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

With a burst of machine-gun fire, the notorious Gandino and his personal guards perished in the village of Casasola. (To be continued.) )