Chapter 276: Defection

Captain Parks was cruising in the snow with a pistol. The sky has darkened, and the surrounding trees are already the shadows of black pupils under the gray sky, in addition to the snow, there can be a little white, reflecting a little light, and you can only feel the cold feeling of snowflakes falling on your face.

Parks held the pistol tightly in his hand, he didn't dare to put his finger on the trigger, he was a little worried that he would pull the trigger in such a cold weather, and the surroundings were quiet, and he couldn't even hear any sound in the small tent fifty meters behind him. Looking at the darkness in front of him, he had a strong feeling of wanting to find out.

Parks trusts his instincts a lot. So he was very cautious and slowly walked towards the inside of the forest step by step. He walked very carefully, trying not to make a loud sound of stepping on the snow.

It is not easy to judge a human figure in the dark forest and snow, especially when it is still snowing, and basically you can't see anything clearly from four or five meters away. But the sound travels farther than the eye sees. Parks had walked about twenty meters when he heard someone talking, and it was German from the vague sound.

The German Parks' grip on the gun tightened, and he moved closer, then flashed from behind one tree to the back of another as cover, trying not to make a loud sound of snow trolling. Two Germans were talking in the woods, and judging by the uniforms on their bodies, they belonged to the SS armored unit.

Parks didn't act rashly, he didn't know how the two Germans were here, whether they had follow-up personnel or a German army passing by, whether these two men were out to patrol the sentry.

It was clear that the two Germans did not want to go any further in such weather. They stopped, complaining about the weather, as they pulled a cigarette out of their pockets, put their heads on top of them, shielded themselves from the wind, and then pulled out their lighters to try to light the cigarette.

"Hell, Robern, when are we going to get out of this forest?" One German soldier lit a cigarette, then took a comfortable puff, puffed the smoke, and said to the other German.

"Don't ask me, I don't know," the German soldier named Robern shook his head, "if we don't get out of this place tomorrow, I'll surrender to the Americans, and God knows why we're suffering like this." ”

"You shouldn't say something like that, if the Gurion School hears it, you're in trouble." Another German shook his head and said to Robern, "He is notoriously ruthless, and he ordered the shooting of five Americans." Do you care about killing one more of you? ”

"Damn, Ritter, that's all I've ever said to you. In other words, even if I was going to be taken prisoner, I was fighting, but I still had my family in Germany. God, I wonder how they're doing now? In such weather, they usually wear thick coats or bake a fire by the fireplace. But - but now they don't know if they have coats to keep warm. Robert's words were filled with deep melancholy, now that Germany's supplies are already very scarce, and for the current severe cold, many ordinary people may fall into a situation of lack of food and clothing.

"How do you know?" Ritter sighed, "If I hadn't heard you say this just now, I would have thought that I was the only one who thought so, God, I also want to surrender to the American army, I am different from you, I am only one person now, my brother died at the hands of the Russians, and my only remaining mother also died last month, she can't stand the blow of my brother's death." ”

"Yes, it's not just the two of us who think so," Robyrne nodded.

"Have we failed? Robyrne, I'm wondering now that this war is the same as the one we had twenty years ago, where we would all be the losers in the end. Ritter shook his head, then took a hard puff of his cigarette, looked at the cigarette butt that was already burning his fingers, and with a flick of it, the cigarette butt arced and landed on the snow.

"I don't know, but I don't see any hope," Robyrne said with a wry smile, "Okay, that's not what we're talking about, let's go back, it's time for a shift change, I just want to get back to Germany alive now, I don't care about the rest." I don't want to care about these American prisoners, even if Gurion kills them all, or lets them all escape, I don't care" He said as he slung his rifle to his shoulder, turned around and walked in the direction he had come.

Behind him, Ritter suddenly shouted, "Hey, Robern"

"What?" Robern looked back at Ritter and wondered, "What do you want to say?" ”

Ritter's lips squirmed a few times, and finally he spoke: "I'll say first, Robern, if I surrender to the American army now and leave in the opposite direction to you, will you shoot me?" ”

"Are you really going to do that?" Robern looked at him incredulously, he thought Ritter was just talking and playing, but now with the light reflected in the blurred snow, he saw that Ritter's expression was very serious, not like a joke, "You have to think about the consequences, even if I don't shoot at you, can you get the Gurion School not to send someone to hunt you down?" Or can you guarantee that you will be able to walk this forest area alive in such weather? Also, will the Americans shoot when they see you? You know, we've killed 5 American prisoners, will they let you go? God, Ritter, sober up."

Ritter looked at him and shook his head and said: "Robern, it wasn't me who killed the prisoner, I didn't shoot, I didn't even know that there was such a thing, I only found out afterwards, I wasn't the murderer, don't count the matter of Gurion on my head at that time." I've lost a brother and my mother, I've done enough for Germany, and now I have only my own life left, and I don't want to lose it again. ”

"Are you sure? Ritter "Robert suddenly became very serious, he was slowly trying to take off the rifle on his shoulder, but Ritter was faster than him, his gun was always in his hand, he realized Robert's intention, quickly raised the rifle, aimed at Robyrne and said, "Don't force me, Robern"

"Well, I don't force you, that's not what you really think, is it? Ritter, calm down" Robern realized the seriousness of the problem, his hand resting on the shoulder strap of his rifle, not daring to move again. He knew that Ritter would probably shoot without hesitation if he moved, just by looking at the serious and nervous look he had now.

"Throw your rifle here, slow down, slow down Robert, I don't want to hurt you, you just drop your gun. I promise I won't shoot you" Ritter looked at Robert nervously, his hand trembling a little, and Parks, who was watching from the sidelines, had no doubt that this guy would mistakenly pull the trigger out of nervousness and kill the German on the other side.

"We're brothers, aren't we? Ritter, don't get excited, I promise I won't shoot at you, and I won't report your treason to Gurion, I promise" Robert slowly removed his rifle and gently placed it on the snow.

"Shut up, Robert, I'm not treason, I'm not treason, I'm just finding a way to live for myself, you see, our counterattack will fail in the end, I don't want to die in the cold snow like my brother. Think for yourself, what life did your loved ones live in Germany, and what is the point of your fighting now? Ritter almost yelled at Robert, maybe these words, this guy has been pressurized in his heart for many days, and today finally burst out.

"Raise your hands, turn around, hurry, hurry, don't hesitate, don't force me to shoot," Ritter yelled, ordering Robern to turn around, then rushed forward, trying to untie Robern's belt, and then tie him up.

Just as Ritter went to untie Robern's belt. Robert suddenly turned backwards, grabbed Ritter's rifle with both hands, and pulled it hard, pulling the rifle over, but Ritter reacted very quickly, his rifle was suddenly snatched away, and immediately pulled out a bayonet from his waist and stabbed Robern deadly.

There was a muffled "bang". Ritter suddenly hooked up at the waist, like a shrimp, curled up and fell on the snow, and his lower abdomen was suddenly hit by Robern's knee. Robern gained the momentum, flew and pounced, and then pressed down on Ritter's body, his hand trying to grab Ritter's bayonet.

"Damn, I'm not going to let you get away with it," Ritter slowed down and kicked him away, kicking Robyrne staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground. Ritter didn't bother to get his gun, but swung his bayonet and stabbed Robern.

But his hand was gripped by Robern again, and the two twisted together. Parks stood still, he was going to see what was best for him, and then he was going to strike, and he was going to scare Ritter this guy. Now it seems that this Ritter really wanted to leave the army of the Germans. These two don't look like they're making a show.

The tide was quickly reversed, and Ritter was no match for Robern, who was a veteran, an SS veteran, well-trained, and a little stronger than Ritter. He had already done it, crushing Ritter under him, then grabbed Ritter's wrist and flipped his hand over violently, the tip of the bayonet aimed at Ritter's chest and pressed down.

Ritter's face turned pale, and he desperately resisted Robern, trying to stop the bayonet from pressing down, but he felt that he couldn't stand it, and the tip of the knife was slowly pressing downward.

"Wait, wait, Robern, wait, I have something to say," Ritter cried out in a panicked voice, "I have something to say, Robern, I don't want to die, I never wanted to kill you, God, wait" His last words seemed to be a long breath out of the air. He felt that the cold tip of the knife had lifted his skin, and he used all his strength, but he still felt a sudden tingling in his skin, and he felt that the cold tip of the knife had been embedded in his flesh. In front of him were Robert's fierce, blood-red eyes.

He didn't want to give up his resistance and was about to be stabbed by a bayonet, when suddenly Robern stopped. A hand grabbed his head, pulled it back, held it high, and a bayonet grazed his throat.

The sound of "hissing" suddenly became clear in the night, and the warm blood sprayed in the air, and then fell on Ritter's face one after another, and quickly became cold again......