"Really young, mountain hunter, do you see the rooster feather ornament on that helmet?" Carlo. Sergeant Stocker held his Mauser Beast shotgun steadily, and the frightened expression on his opponent's face was clear in the sixfold scope.

"Five hundred and twenty, that's the last one, give him a relief, Carlo." Ludwig. Meyer retracted his 98K rifle, and he prepared to retreat from the top of this slope and return to a warm shelter to rest.

It was one of dozens of elite sniper detachments sent by the German Army to the Alpine theater, each consisting of teams of four snipers, each split into two double sniper teams to hunt and kill in the French-Italian border area of the Alps. In addition to training troops in actual combat, the purpose of the high command was mainly to block the Italians.

Sergeant Stocker pulled the trigger, and the crisp sound of gunfire echoed throughout the valley. The German sniper did not look away, he calmly pulled the bolt of the gun, and reloaded the shell. Stok waited in place for a few seconds, observing the movement around his target through the scope, and he was satisfied with the results.

The sergeant gently withdrew his beloved shotgun, lay on his stomach and slowly retreated from the firing point, and waited until he had withdrawn more than ten meters before getting up and walking towards the shelter that had been constructed. Both snipers have come from mountain infantry units and are accustomed to surviving in this harsh environment, and the army has taught them very practical skills, and they have gained plenty of experience through years of training and exercises.

The two snipers dug a shelter pit on the leeward side of the rock, with a very camouflaged roof of leaves and camouflage tarpaulins, and others would not have thought it was a bush growing on the edge of the rock, not that it was actually a shelter for two tough hunters.

They set out with sufficient provisions, enough to sustain them for a week's worth of combat and life.

Although they did not know why they were fighting their advertised allies, after years of hard training, obedience had become the instinct of these soldiers, since their superiors ordered to kill all the Italians they encountered. Then there must be a good and reasonable reason, as a soldier, you must be resolute and decisive to carry it out, not to mention that they do not have much affection for the Italians, and there is no psychological burden for them to kill.

"That kid is not very old, and it reminds me of the students at home who are still studying." Taking a steaming cup of coffee from his partner, Sergeant Stocker carefully leaned his rifle against the rock next to the tent.

"Rest for a while, and when it's dark, we'll touch it and collect the things on those soldiers to see if there's any valuable information." Sergeant Meyer poured the coffee from his lunch box into the thermos and shook the residue dry. It was placed on the ground beside him.

"What time is it?"

"It's about five minutes at seven, and it's dark for more than half an hour, and we have to prepare to return tomorrow, otherwise we won't have time to arrive at the meeting point on time." Meyer pulled a can from his backpack and shook it vigorously.

"Potato beef stew, this is the last can."

The sergeant pulled out the folding knife stuck in the wooden pier, unfolded the blade on it, and expertly pried open the gray painted tinplate can. Picking up the spoon on the lid of the lunch box, Meyer carefully scooped the contents of the can into the lunch box.

Stok pulled out a paper bag from the grocery bag. Inside is the sliced brown bread. The chocolate and lard each come in round bakelite boxes, and the screwed lid is engraved with the army's eagle insignia. When fighting in the mountains, soldiers consume far more calories than in the plains, so the snipers carry a diet that is mainly high in calories and fat. There are not many conditions in terms of taste, and I basically just want to be able to swallow it.

Meyer placed the lunch box on the fold-out alcohol stove, a small smokeless stove that uses solid alcohol as fuel in addition to heating food. It can also be used as a light source for night lighting. The contents of the lunch box were quickly heated, and the smell of grease wafted from the small shelter.

Stoker moved his fingers and pulled out his cutlery and placed it on his lap. Start spreading lard on the bread slices.

"What sound?" Meyer felt as if there was movement outside the tent. Stocky also felt an unusual tremor in the air, as if something was approaching them.

Two experienced snipers reacted immediately, putting down their belongings and lying on the edge of the shelter pit, looking out through the gap in the tent cloth.

"It sounds like an airplane, but it's supposed to be a big fleet." Stocky rolled over and reached for his shotgun from the side of the rock wall, then nimbly slipped out of the tent.

The sniper first grabbed his rifle and glanced around to make sure that the perimeter was safe and that there were no threatening targets. At this time, the roar from the sky was getting louder and louder, and it was already certain that a group of planes were approaching here. Stocker stood up and walked towards the slope with his rifle in hand, looking for a place with a good view to observe the situation.

"Oh, my God." Standing on the steep rocks of the foothills of the Alps, the German sniper could not help but exclaim loudly at what he had seen.

"This is ......" his partner walked briskly to his companion with a 98K, and his mouth also grew up, shocked by what he saw.

The spectacular swarm of planes seemed to be in sight, resembling a swarm of black locusts in the reflection of the setting sun. As the swarm flew over the Alps, Stoker calculated that it was heading in Italy.

"All French bombers, seventy or eighty, this is going to be an all-out war?" Meyer put down the binoculars in his hand and asked his partner.

"It looks like it's possible, Meyer, I think we should pack up and head out, there's definitely something big going on that we don't know about." Stocky slung his shotgun on his back and began to slowly climb under the rocks.

"The captain has entered the bridge." The officer on duty shouted loudly, and all the officers and men on the bridge of the navigation ship stood up and saluted the captain.

"Go on, gentlemen." Erich. Lieutenant Commander Wargo gave a military salute in return, then slowly walked over to his captain's seat and sat down.

"Sir, this is a report that we just received that the supply could be completed by midnight." The first mate stood at the captain's side to report, and the orderly brought a steaming cup of coffee from the side.

"The boiler boost is complete, the turbines are running normally, Captain." The navigator is holding a form that he needs to be signed by the captain.

"The forty recruits who had just been assigned had already been settled, and these lucky kids were met with a sortie on their first board of the ship."

"This time it should be a real battle, and the recruits must be mentally prepared, and I don't want to have to devote my energy to take care of them in the middle of the battle."

"What is the order of the night voyages, and is there any new instructions for the flagship?" Hua Ge took a sip of coffee and placed it on the workbench next to the captain's seat.

The lieutenant commander stood up and walked to the front of the bridge, looking out of the clear porthole onto the deck. Night had already covered the entire military port, and the sailors were making final preparations for sailing, and the deck was busy.

The surrounding warships also lit up high-power lights one after another, illuminating the hull and the sea surface. The port's transport boats and the boats brought by each ship shuttle back and forth on the sea, like a group of tireless dolphins, and the wakes of the rolling waves shimmer like silver under the dazzling searchlights.

"The order of the General Headquarters is very clear and brooks no delay, this mission is directly related to the strategy of the Empire, and I hope you can all clearly understand this." The captain calmly expressed his expectations of his men, and all the people on the bridge loudly said they understood.

Lieutenant Commander Hua Ge looked at her ship with her hands behind her back, and now that she had been renovated, she could not see the traces left on her by the magnificent battle that had been fought before.

The Queen Elizabeth-class battleship Malaya, once the backbone of the Royal Navy's home fleet, was flanked by German train guns and torpedo bombers during the Battle of Dunkirk.

When the Germans captured the ship, she had already tilted 20 degrees, and one deck was already close to the water, and everyone thought that the sinking of the battleship was only a matter of time, but they did not expect that the Germans would straighten the ship and tow it back to Bremerhaven.

Under the orders of the new head of the Reich, the German Navy smashed a large number of gold marks, and the shipyards of all sizes were mobilized, and the navy concentrated unprecedented manpower and material resources to complete this unprecedented repair project.

The craftsmanship of German workers is impeccable, as long as they are willing to spend money, more than a dozen shifts of workers work in shifts, and fast workers can give you the same detailed work. Military-industrial giants such as Krupp and Rheinland Steel have eaten a lot of money in this business, but the results they have come up with are really irrefutable. The Malaya returned to sea in a new look, loaded with German-made weapons and ammunition.

The German Navy was not prepared to rename the captured ships, as Raeder thought it would be a better indication of the glory of the German Navy.

Erich. Lieutenant Commander Wargo participated in the Battle of Narvik, and had previously served as the first mate of the Deutsche armored ship for a period of time, and had some experience in operating large warships, plus he showed superhuman courage and dedication in the Battle of Narvik, so he was called by the Admiralty and promoted to the captain of this battleship.

"The flagship signaled that we were first in the outbound position, and the Resolve was following us, so it seemed that we needed to move the berth." The first mate stepped forward to report.

"Signal the Nelson, we know. At the same time, Captain Karl of Nelson was asked if he had any extra special supplies. ”

After a while, the captain received a reply from the signalman. Captain Karl replied, all of them were gone, they were all dragged away by Major Randolph, and not even a bottle was left for him.

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