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Suddenly, an officer who looked a little similar to the former German international Yankel lined up in front of the crowd, his eyes were as wide as a bull with a sword in his ass, and he looked furious. With everyone's expressions, eyes, and the situation at the scene, it was not difficult for him to find the perpetrator.

Although Lynn didn't understand the content of the other party's roar, he also reacted at this moment: this town is not a direct combat area, of course, no one is allowed to shoot without permission, but it is just the consequence of this "misfire......

Seeing that Lynn didn't answer, "Yankel" was even more annoyed, and in front of everyone's eyes, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Lynn's collar. Where had Lynn seen such a scene, and if he looked in the mirror, he would surely find that his face was pale, like a helpless rabbit that had fallen into the mouth of a wolf.

At this moment, the "butcher" standing on the side roared angrily, and although he did not make a move, the whole person stepped forward and stood in front of "Yankel". After a moment, the hand that grasped Lynn's collar loosened, and Lynn noticed that the "Yankel" wearing a flat-topped short-brimmed military cap had an eagle emblem embroidered on his chest, which was a clear sign of distinction between the Wehrmacht and the SS, and the eagle insignia on his military hat also confirmed this judgment.

As a fan of World War II, Lynn certainly knew that the Wehrmacht and the SS were two German armed forces with very different surnames. Needless to say, the Wehrmacht was the representative of the German armed forces, the legitimate heir to the Prussian fighting spirit, with a glorious history and excellent traditions, and was the only legal armed force in Germany before Hitler came to power. As for the SS, that is, the Waffen-SS, it was extremely political and partisan. In peacetime, they were the thugs of Hitler and the Nazi Party, and they were violent tools to maintain their internal rule, but in wartime, they were combat units with elite equipment and fanatical spirit, and gradually grew into a force capable of influencing the situation of the war under the influence and training of war. Although there was a certain amount of competition, on the whole, the Wehrmacht and the SS formed the concept of "German [***] team" together during the war, and each side had its own advantages and disadvantages, and the close cooperation was more than the difference. In most battles, SS units were subordinate to the command of Wehrmacht generals, and officers who had no subordinate relationship with each other were not necessarily accustomed to each other, but there was no such thing as a gap between grievances and grievances.

After letting go, "Yankel" took half a step back and confronted the "butcher", who was half a head shorter than himself. He muttered something in his mouth, and although his hand was not pointed at Lynn, it could be heard from his tone that he was very dissatisfied with the gunfire just now, and he was in a position to punish the perpetrator.

Confinement, hard labor or sticking? Lynn searched her mind for internal punishments related to the German army, but looking at Chinese sources alone, there was very little introduction to this. If the situation just now is only regarded as "going off", then even if there is a punishment, I am afraid it will not be too heavy, but if it is counted as "human negligence" or even "deliberate" according to the actual situation, then the situation is different.

The tone of the "butcher" when he responded was not rude but also did not flinch, and the confrontation and dispute between the two attracted more and more onlookers, Lynn was very uncomfortable at this time, he complained fiercely about how he could make such a low-level mistake, but he couldn't blame the "white face and trouble" - others are doing their own things in a proper manner, you are neither gay nor "Zhengtai control", what kind of god?

The movement of hundreds of officers and soldiers soon attracted higher-ranking officers, and with the appearance of a Wehrmacht lieutenant colonel with a silver star on his shoulder, the soldiers consciously gave way and dispersed, but most of them did not leave there, but sat near and far to wait for the result.

When the name "Heidelink" was pronounced from the Colonel's mouth, "Yankel" took a step back and turned sideways to salute him, while "The Butcher" immediately turned to the Lieutenant Colonel and saluted.

For the "Yankel", the lieutenant colonel did not return the salute, but gave the "butcher" a military salute with four fingers together towards the temple. After this, he questioned "Yankel" in a tone of dissatisfaction, and replied with a "Yankel", a gesture of deference and awe that was similar to the previous rudeness.

After understanding the situation, the lieutenant colonel skipped the "butcher" and turned to Lynn, and when he opened his mouth to ask, Lynn felt more nervous than ever, but not surprisingly, he didn't understand what the other party was asking him, so he had to look down at the barge gun in his hand. The weapon he had hoped for had now turned into a hot potato, and he even remembered the way the young man in charge of distributing the ammunition at the front and the yellow fur looked at him, and they already knew that this pistol was not a good thing.

Seeing that Lynn bowed his head and was silent, "Yankel" said something in annoyance, and the "butcher" next to him immediately responded in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant - Lynn imagined that he was explaining that his ears were deaf on the battlefield, and perhaps in passing they had been born and died and fought in blood. In short, he said a lot, and forcibly blocked the mouth of "Yankel".

After a moment of silence, the lieutenant colonel spoke, and his tone was a little tactful, which also gave Lynn hope. When he saw the lieutenant colonel turn around, and "Yankel" glanced at the "butcher" and himself hatefully and turned to leave, a big stone in his heart was finally put down.

Turning to face the "butcher", Lynn didn't know how to say thanks, and felt annoyed and guilty. The "butcher" sighed, neither reproaching nor explaining, stared at Lynn for two seconds, and then turned around and walked towards the square with a blank face.

Looking at the shell gun in his hand depressedly, Lynn had the idea of discarding it directly, but reason finally overcame the impulse, put it on the safety of his waist, and followed the "butcher" quickly.

Returning with the "butcher" to the house where his fellow SS men had gathered temporarily, Lynn sat in the far corner, looking through the dictionaries in the last rays of the sun before dark. Near supper time, two horse-drawn carts appeared in the square, one with barrels and large iron pots, the other with timber and timber of various shapes, and several soldiers with equally dull faces and clothes set up cauldrons directly in the center of the square, which was somewhat unexpected by Lynn. He had read some translations of German logistics earlier, and although the Germans were far worse than the American GIs, they could at least meet the needs of the troops on the march under normal circumstances, and the field cooking equipment included vans that could bake bread while walking, and food trucks that served hot soup at any time. Although the town has now become the front line, the war does not seem to be urgent to the point where the vans and food trucks must retreat, could it be that by the end of World War II, the German army's logistics equipment has been beaten back to its most primitive state?

Doubts to doubts, Lynn could not get accurate information through words for the time being, and after a while, several soldiers carrying baskets walked into the square and distributed bread to the soldiers gathered one by one - although a complete black bread had to be divided equally among two people, it was still extremely happy in Lynn's opinion, you must know that in the two days they were in the front line, each person received less than one black loaf of bread, which was divided into three meals, which was half a palm-sized piece. Considering that there was still a small half of the bread previously seized from the Russians, and the new rations were received, Lynn was already quite "rich" among his companions.

European brown bread is often baked as hard as a stone in order to last as long as possible in harsh conditions, but it is not as reluctant to taste as it normally is. If chewed dry, they were simply hard to swallow, and the soldiers would at least eat on cold water or even snow, and if they had a bowl of hot soup in hand, it would be quite comfortable! So recalling the simple bowl of vegetable soup at noon, Lynn actually had a feeling of endless aftertaste, so like his companions around him, he frequently looked at the center of the square, hoping that the soldiers would be able to boil the big pot of soup as soon as possible, and some people even couldn't wait to start queuing.