"Documents? Documents, you say? It's here, are you qualified to watch it? Well? ”

The leader of the "Saul Task Force", dressed in the uniform of the Soviet Interior Guard, appeared to be a little small in front of the Soviet cavalry officer, but he was like a 12th- and 3rd-century English bulldog (a fierce dog used in a bullring), with a fierceness completely disproportionate to his size. He raised his head menacingly and stared at the other party defiantly, and the commander of this Soviet cavalry patrol, who was about twenty-seven or eight years old, neither made a mistake nor spoke outright, but only showed in his expression that he was displeased. At this moment, in full view of everyone, the team leader raised his hand and slapped the other party fiercely.

Everything came so suddenly that everyone around was stunned. Even Lynn, who was hiding in the woods, could see that the force of the slap caused the sound to be loud, and although the Soviet cavalry officer who was beaten had a tall and muscular body, he suddenly lost his balance. Pain was secondary, and he was inexplicably humiliated by this, and he turned his head sharply, staring angrily at the officer of the internal guard, who was nearly a head shorter than himself, and still looked arrogant, his teeth clenched, his fists clenched, and his deeply stimulated pride was rapidly turning into violence.

Let the other party suffer a dumb loss, the team leader not only did not stop, but spit in Russian slang: "Bad seeds!" ”

The soldier can be killed and cannot be humiliated, and the cavalry officer of the Soviet army, who was still a reasonable surname, finally broke out. He swung his fist at each other, and Lynn, who was watching the battle in the forest, thought at first glance that his colleague would be dexterous to avoid the opponent's attack and win easily with superb fighting skills, but this perverse guy didn't make any dodge movements, allowing the opponent's fist to smash firmly on his cheek, and then, his whole person staggered and fell down slightly exaggeratedly, since he had suffered a big loss, he naturally shouted to the three brothers who also wore the uniforms of the internal guard troops he brought: "This guy actually dares to commit an offense, comrades, Tie him up for me! I'm going to teach him a good lesson! ”

The tense atmosphere was finally ignited, and at this very critical moment, the three soldiers of Task Force Thor seemed to have received clear instructions a long time ago, and they directly threw their guns into the snow and rushed over with their fists. Their maneuver was clearly intended to make the four Soviet cavalrymen behind them let go of their vigilance against the enemy, and to see the conflict as internal friction.

punched hard and smashed the opponent in one go, and it could be seen that the mood of the leading Soviet cavalry officer had eased somewhat. In order to dispel this ignited atmosphere, he actually took the initiative to reach out and pull the leader up from the ground, but the leader's response was direct and rude: he raised his legs and unceremoniously put them on the lower abdomen of the cavalry officer, but the position of lying flat on his upper body was not convenient for exerting force, and he only kicked the opponent back two steps. After suffering a second dumb loss, and seeing the three officers and soldiers of the internal guard unit who surrounded him, all of them showed fierce eyes, the Soviet cavalry officer turned around and prepared to get on his horse and flee. But at this moment, the leader who was still sitting on the ground just now got up at lightning speed, he took a lunge forward, grabbed the belt of the cavalry officer with precision, and then reached out and violently dragged the guy who had already stepped on the horse's back with one leg down. He didn't use any weapons, he punched and kicked the opponent directly, and kept cursing and swearing in his mouth.

Seeing this situation, the Soviet cavalry who had been left a little far away hurriedly rode their horses forward, they were just trying to persuade and protect their own officers at first, but the leader of Lynn's side turned into a very unreasonable beast, he fiercely pressed the cavalry officer to the ground and punched him, and the cavalry who dismounted and persuaded him couldn't pull it, and the three "officers and soldiers of the internal guard unit" who came out of the woods with him were not ambiguous at this time, they gave the cavalry officer a few kicks, and deliberately pushed and shoved the surrounding cavalry. Although the temperature outside was low, the anger of the hot-blooded youth was easily ignited, and the group quickly evolved from a fight to a group fight.

Lynn, who was hiding in the woods, saw that the Soviet cavalry had dismounted and were involved in a scuffle, and immediately guessed the intention of his leader. This guy is worthy of a ruthless character, seeing that the purpose of luring the enemy has been achieved, he decisively abandoned the dazed cavalry officer and pulled back, and quietly pulled out the dagger from behind. Whether it was the Tsarist era or the Soviet period, drunkenness and bravery were the traditional styles of most Mao Zibing. This time, they encountered a group of soldiers of the internal security forces who were not easy to mess with, and the other party abandoned their guns, so they did not use their sabers and the guns they carried with them, and some simply put their weapons on their horses, and they had a slight advantage in numbers but fell behind.

In this fist and foot fight, the stout Sol task force leader successfully turned into a vicious poisonous snake, and when the people around him were hot, he quietly took a few steps back, pulled out the dagger from the scabbard attached to his belt, and looked at a nearby Soviet cavalryman who was fighting his opponent in a boxing posture, and coldly used the vicious move of choking the throat with his backhand and stabbing him in the back. In an unguarded situation, the Soviet cavalryman was like a poor little chicken, hanging up without a sound, and the task force member on the opposite side, dressed as a soldier of the Soviet internal affairs force, immediately pulled out his dagger and stabbed the Soviet cavalry next to him, and after the leader put down the first prey, he quickly pounced on the second prey like a hungry viper. With the fall of the two Soviet cavalry, the "internal guard troops" quickly achieved a four-to-three reversal on the scene, and they all had sharp blades in their hands, and the advantages of the advantage of the opponent joining the fist and foot melee were fully apparent - the remaining three Soviet cavalry saw that the situation was not good, and they all wanted to resist with the guns or knives they carried, but the leader burst into a spurt, which was worthy of killing his second prey, and the remaining two, including the cavalry officer who had been unrecognizable, were immediately shocked. The three companions were already in a pool of blood, and the leader of the other party was holding a bloody dagger viciously, and the relatively young Soviet cavalry screamed in horror, but he barely pulled out the saber hanging from his waist, and the sharp dagger had already pierced his body from behind. They were the same soldiers, and the differences in their classes and training methods made them very different in hand-to-hand combat ability, and there was no need for Lynn and them to rush to help, and the other two task forces killed the last Soviet cavalry officer at a killing speed. It was less than five minutes from the time the leader slapped him, and he didn't give the opponent a chance to use the gun. As for the shouts associated with the killing, at best, they reached Lynn's ears and went far beyond warning to other Soviet patrols.

Despite the lack of equipment, the heavy clothing he wore to protect himself from the cold made Lynn gasp for breath after the 100-meter sprint, and he still didn't make it to the fight. Looking at the corpses and the war horses left behind by the cavalry, he looked at the god-like leader with his hands on his waist. This guy had just single-handedly killed three Soviets, but the expression on his face could not see the stormy waves, and he squatted down casually and wiped his dagger with the corner of the Soviet cavalry.

"Clean!"

Lynn found a more appropriate words of praise, and then expressed his doubts just now:

"Risking our way out because we can't avoid their search in the woods, or do we have something else in mind?"

The leader put away his dagger and replied without humility or arrogance: "These cavalrymen have very sharp eyes, like such a small wood, it is difficult not to be detected, once they see us first, it will be more passive. Besides, these well-trained horses can also speed up our travel. ”

There was no need for the leader to open his mouth, and the accompanying Thor task force spontaneously buried the dead Soviet cavalry and the blood stains on the ground with the surrounding snow, as if they had been rehearsed in advance. Lucky enough to catch a glimpse of their ferocious and precise attack skills, Lynn's perception of them suddenly became clear. Judging by the ability to adapt to the situation just now, they really chose the right person to let them attack the Stalin train.

"The plan is indeed very successful, but if there are similar actions in the future, I hope you can inform me in advance, so that I can be mentally prepared." Lynn was not putting on a show, but was kindly suggesting, and in his opinion, this task force, which had some connection to the Brandenburg forces, was clearly superior to the "vampire" night commandos in terms of special warfare techniques such as marching, lurking, attacking, and assassinating.

As the commander of the Führer's secret direct force, this leader must have known Lynn's name. From a low-ranking lieutenant to an unprecedented "special brigadier general", and ordered to carry out strategic operations related to the fate of the empire, Lynn was in the limelight during this time, but the leader's answer was very indifferent: "If time comes, sir, I will definitely do this, but sometimes the situation does not allow for a full explanation, I believe you will understand and support." ”

This made Lynn have no room for refutation, and in his usual style, he will not get entangled with his subordinates in this regard. I saw the leader take the reins of the horse from one of his subordinates, turn over and get on the horse with the agility that Lynn envied, sit on the horse's back and straighten his waist and look into the distance, and after a moment, he condescendingly said to Lynn: "If you have no objection, sir, please take the whole group back to the woods, and I will take one of my men to the neighborhood to investigate the situation, and come back before dark." ”

It's been a long time since Lynn had received high praise from the Führer and became the chief strategic staff officer of the base camp, and had heard an emperor [***] speak to him in such a tone. The tone is sonorous and firm, without flattery, as hard as a stamping part on the MG42, and can maintain his reading thinking on any occasion, although not as dazzling as the general's talent, he is still an elite talent who acts more than a flower head, and can take charge of himself.

(To be continued)