Chapter 279: Death Snow

A soldier disappeared for no apparent reason, without any sign of it, as if it had disappeared from thin air. [Full text reading] This made all four of them can't help but raise their hearts.

"Romano, go and see, maybe he fell behind or maybe he peed" Although he was reluctant to admit it, Oakray had to turn another corner, because there was no other reason to explain Hamilton's disappearance.

"Taxi - maybe - maybe he'll catch up with the group later." The soldier named Romano obviously didn't want to go, and they all knew that the excuse for releasing water was really clumsy, so no one wanted to do something that seemed to be worrying and frightening.

"Damn, well, I'll go find him, you stay here, none of the three of you will leave, wait for me to come back," Oak Swiss said to the three men, picked up his submachine gun, and turned back the way he came. He walked cautiously, and it was obvious that he was muttering in his heart, and the footprints of the road he had come from were covered by heavy snow, and only a faint trace could be seen.

"Hamilton, damn it, where are you?" Oak Switzerland shouted in all directions, but it was clear that it was futile. The surrounding woods were silent, and there was no echo. He looked back, and there was no longer any other three people, he was already dozens of meters away from them. He could only rely on his own imagination, imagining that the other three were not far from him.

Oak Switzerland doesn't want to forget about going anymore, and if you do, you won't find a damn Hamilton. It was his hunch. So he stopped, then made a decision, looked around again, and shouted: "Hamilton, if you hear me, come out, it's not hide and seek, hurry up, damn it"

Still no response. The cold wind poured only into his neck, and Oak Switzerland shivered, and it was clear that the silence around him confirmed once again that Hamilton was not lost but missing. Oakray didn't dare to go far, he was afraid of losing contact with the others again in such a snowstorm, so he decided to go back.

Following the footprints that had not yet been covered, he stepped back through the thick snow, and after a few steps he looked around vigilantly, Hamilton's disappearance was like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him feel that the blackened woods around him were like monsters with huge mouths open, and he was always on his guard.

The distance of dozens of meters is a long time for Oak Switzerland, and when he saw the vague figure in front of him, he felt a little prostration, even in the cold air, a layer of fine beads of sweat slowly climbed on his back.

"Is it Oak Switzerland?" A trembling voice came out of the vague figure, and it was obvious that it was the three people just now. Oakray replied with all his might, "Yes, it's me, Oakray" as he walked a few quick steps, and then two figures appeared in his sight, they were cowering in the direction of Oakray, and the rifles in their hands were also aimed in this direction.

"It's me," Oak Swiss waved at them, and walked over.

"Where's Eward?" When Oak Swiss approached, he saw that there were not three people, but only two, and he subconsciously looked around, and then his eyes fell on the faces of the two people.

"I don't know," one of the Germans felt a little cold, and his teeth chattered, "just now there was a vague figure on the left, it seemed to be Hamilton, so Iward told us to go and see, but Hamilton didn't seem to notice us, he walked that way, so Eward chased him, no matter how Hamilton was called, he didn't stop" The German said, pointing to the left front.

"Okay, damn Hamilton" Oakray couldn't help but relax when he heard that it was Hamilton, and then said to the other two, "We're not going anywhere, just wait for them here, I don't care about Ritter and Robern, they may be lost, or they may have surrendered to the American army, I don't want to die here" After this torture, Oak Switzerland felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, which made his words much more frustrating.

His decision was clearly unanimously endorsed by the other two. They also don't want to find another missing person in such a ghostly weather, whether they live or die, it is simply as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

The snow fell heaviest at this time, which made the three Germans who were anxiously waiting a little impatient. Oak Switzerland had already stood up and walked around in circles, he had already turned ten times, because he was anxious, and because turning in circles could warm his body a little, while the two German soldiers were close to each other, their necks bent, and their feet stamped on the spot.

"Beckwell" Oakley suddenly stopped, and he called out in the direction of the two Germans.

"No, no, taxi, don't call me to go" The German soldier Beckwell who was called reflexively shrank back, shook his hand at Oak Switzerland and said, "I don't want to go to them, taxi, let's wait, if they don't come back in half an hour, let's leave, I don't want to stay in this hellish place for a moment"

Oak Switzerland looked at Beckwell and couldn't help but shake his head, no one is a fool, and he can see that if he really wants to leave alone, it is estimated that he will probably not be able to come back. He was now worried not about whether these people were lost, but about whether they had encountered American troops. But no gunshots were heard, which was what puzzled him.

Oak Switzerland didn't want to abandon any of the soldiers, but the situation was no longer out of his control. He beckoned to the other two and said, "Okay, from now on, we have to stay together all the time, and we can't make any mistakes." I don't want anyone to go missing anymore now, let's go back and end this damn mission"

"What about Hamilton and Eward?" It was another German soldier who asked about it, and although he also wanted to leave, he still didn't want to give up the two people who had just disappeared.

"Damn, Fred, we have to go back, they would have found their way back if they hadn't been captured by the Americans. Do you think we're all missing in this wood? And then freeze to death or starve to death? The Gurion School doesn't care about your life, he doesn't care about mine, and the sergeant, he's a cunning and fierce guy" Beckwell couldn't help but yell at the German who spoke, his emotions were a little excited, "Look, that second lieutenant also looks at us unpleasantly, and always wants us to carry out these most dangerous missions, do we want to stay any longer?" Or are you still thinking about going to those two guys? ”

"Shut up, let's leave" Oak Swiss looked at the two of them and couldn't help but scold. He didn't look at them anymore, and walked straight to the way he came, and he didn't want to stay here anymore.

Bakewell and Fred looked at each other, then stopped talking, and followed Oak Switzerland back in a muffled voice. The three of them were close together, and there was no longer any need for any distance, and none of them wanted to be left behind. For them now, being left behind is tantamount to being missing.

Oak Switzerland carefully searched for the direction he had come, and the footprints were covered in snow except for the section where he had gone back first. They walked very slowly, and every distance they walked, they had to look around. Along the way were pits of earth that had been blown out by shells, covered in snow, and there were so many places that it was impossible to distinguish anything at all.

"Taxi, I think we're on the wrong track," Fred said to Oak Switzerland. He looked around, then pointed to a snowdrift under a large tree not far away, "We didn't have this thing when we passed by before. ”

"Are you sure?" Oak Switzerland said to him in confusion.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure," Fred said, pointing to the snowdrift, "there's no way I wouldn't have noticed such a big snowdrift, and I'm sure you should have paid attention to it too." I think we might be lost, and that would be bad news," Fred said, suddenly looking a little depressed.

"Now you understand why the two of them never came back after they left," Beckwell said mockingly to Fred.

Fred pointed to the snowdrift, and when he approached to speak to Beckwell, he couldn't help but let out a slight sound of surprise, because under the snowdrift there was a dark mark, like a cloth, because it was especially obvious on the white snow. He slowly approached, and the marks of doubt on his face grew heavier and heavier.

"Did you show up for anything?" Oak Switzerland heard Fred's surprised voice, and looked back at him as he walked towards the snowdrift, and couldn't help but walk over as well.

"I'm not sure, but it looks like there's something else down here, and I think we'll have to open this snowdrift and see what's buried in it," Fred said, reaching out to pick up the snowdrift.

Beckwell looked at Fred's appearance, couldn't help but smile coldly, and didn't walk over to join in the fun, he leaned against a big tree beside him, looking at their cautious appearance, and felt a little funny.

"Slow down, Fred," Oak Swiss walked over, his submachine gun aimed at the snowdrift. Then as Fred pulled the snowdrift open, both of them let out a low exclamation. Suddenly there was a man buried inside, a German soldier in an SS uniform sitting with his head half-hung down, his helmet pressed so low that his face could not be seen clearly.

Oak Switzerland quickly put away the rifle, stretched out his fingers, pressed on the carotid artery of the German soldier, felt the beating, and couldn't help shouting at Fred: "He's still alive to help him up" Fred's rifle was still on the side, Oak Rui also let go of the submachine gun, and the two stretched out their hands to carry the German.

The German's right hand suddenly raised, and before the two could react, a glittering bayonet fell from the sleeve into the German's hand, Oakley's reaction was very fast, and when he saw the bayonet, he knew it was bad, he wanted to retreat, but he only straightened up slightly, and the bayonet pierced his throat, and then the blade turned and almost cut off his entire neck. Blood was bubbling in the thick veins. The corpse fell crookedly on the snow like a stake.

Fred also wanted to run, but he didn't have time to pick up his rifle, so he ran in the direction of Beckwell, and shouted at Beckwell, who was still standing there, "Hurry up, we are calculated"

But Beckwell remained motionless, his eyes bulging out, and a bayonet stuck deep in his neck, an American military bayonet. The blade pierced his throat and pinned him to the trunk of the tree, which is why he didn't fall.

"God" he screamed in horror, his voice was full of despair, and as soon as he turned to the rear, he suddenly saw a bayonet tearing through the misty wind and snow, and suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he heard a slight "poof", his neck felt a tingling pain, and then his hands clasped his neck tightly, and warm blood came out of his fingers......