There was a rough but navigable mountain road between the mountains bordering Belgium in southern Germany, and when the Allies attacked Germany, Belgium had stationed heavy troops here to prevent the defeated German army from entering Belgium through this mountain road in a panic. Now that the Nazis have surrendered, there is no need for heavy troops to guard here, and only a sentry of seven or eight people will be left after the withdrawal, just in case of emergency.

Because the U.S. government had greeted the Belgian cabinet before, the U.S. troops escorting Watts did not encounter any difficulties along the way, and after entering Belgium, this group of soldiers who had tensed their nerves in Germany before were truly relieved, although Germany was defeated, but some undead Nazis were like ghostly partisans, and they were loyal to their notorious masters by ambushing the Allies in Germany.

What's more, the commander of the infantry division of the 44th Army had already issued an order that if the scientist they were escorting made the slightest mistake, all 30 of them would be sent to a court-martial.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and exercising at night was already a painful thing, and Bowman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, put the M1 carbine aside, and after a hellish few days of torture, he was finally able to get a good night's sleep. Previously, in Germany, he closed his eyes for half a minute, and his index finger was always clasped on the bow guard of the M1 carbine.

The 30-year-old white man thought of his son, who was almost 5 years old this year, and Bowman had always wanted to give him a special birthday present, and a few months ago he had found a beautiful saber from the corpse of an SS soldier and thought about bringing it back to his son.

"Dr. Braun, are you married?" Kales, who was driving, asked in standard German, having lived in Germany as a child and was the only translator in the escort group.

"No, not yet, sir." Dr. Braun, holding his briefcase in both hands, replied awkwardly, trying to disguise himself as an old-fashioned scientist who worked with numbers and formulas, so that the group of American soldiers who were five big and three thick would think that he had nothing in common with them. He didn't want to wait for the Jews to be revealed, and then be killed by some of the Jewish soldiers in the escort who had lost his mind.

"Haha, when you get married, you'll find out what a headache it is." Calles chewed gum and didn't forget to tease Bowman, who was resting in the co-pilot, "Just like this guy, when he fights, he is full of his own son......"

Before Calles could finish speaking, the car driving in front suddenly exploded without warning, and the flames and air waves from under the car instantly knocked a jeep weighing more than a ton to the ground.

"Enemy attack." Bowman shouted as he reversed gear, and a soldier sitting in the back quickly held Dr. Braun's head down with both hands, and Bowman, who was suddenly startled, raised his carbine and pointed it out of the dark window.

The front car was destroyed and blocked in the middle of the road, and the remaining five cars retreated collectively in tacit understanding, but the mountain road was rugged and not wide, and the remaining five jeeps could not turn around quickly.

"Damn, those Nazis have already lurked in Belgium." Calles reversed the car, but he didn't forget to vomit bitterness.

But apparently Lady Luck did not throw an olive branch like the poor soldiers this time, and as Calles reversed, Bowman watched as a rocket launcher roared towards the last jeep on the cliff on the left.

With a loud bang, the burning jeep became a huge coffin for the burial of soldiers.

"Damn bastards, it's the Germans' iron-fisted anti-tank rocket artillery, get off, get off." Calles opened the door on the right, and the last soldier escorted Dr. Braun out of the car, and then Bowman fired a crushing shot at the cliff on the left with his M1 carbine, as he quickly slipped out of the jeep like a loach.

As soon as the jeep got out, the dense fire on the cliff on the left poured down like a rain of bullets in the true sense of the word.

Bowman countered with an M1 carbine while observing the distribution of fire, a habit he had developed since the Normandy landings, one of the few habits that saved his life on many occasions.

The firepower points on the cliff are all distributed in pairs, and they are also suppressed by crossfire, and the more than 20 soldiers who are huddled in a group are unable to raise their heads due to the suppression of this dense firepower, but fortunately, on the other side of the mountain road is a slightly steep hillside, although the American troops lying on the hillside are heavily suppressed, but they are not heavy casualties.

"Bowman, something is wrong." Calais put his hand on the back of Dr. Braun's head as he shouted at Bowman, "Listen to the sound, these guys don't use weapons like German guns, but like Soviet PPSH41 submachine guns." ”

Hearing the words Soviet Union, Bowman's hanging heart tensed again.

If the other party is really the Soviet army, then there may be an even larger and more complex conspiracy behind this well-planned ambush.

Thinking of this, Bowman didn't care about Dr. Braun's important identity, grabbed the doctor's collar and shouted, "Doctor, listen up, if more than half of our group of people are killed or wounded, you will destroy all the research results in the suitcase." With that, Bowman took off the grenade he was hanging from and handed it to Dr. Braun, "Use this to destroy." ”

"Nope." Dr. Braun, who was preoccupied with rocket theory research, shook his head and shouted, "It can't be like this, this is the work of my life." ”

Bowman didn't bother to talk to him, and directly pointed a gun at the doctor's nose and said unceremoniously, "Since you don't want to do it, then I'll do it myself, the manuscript is gone, we Americans don't get it, and the Soviets don't think about it." ”

This group of American troops all paid attention to the ambush army on the mountain cliff, and no one noticed that under their slope, two figures dressed in gilly clothes quietly stood up, they were actually holding American Thompson submachine guns, and the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the American troops above who were concentrating on counterattacking the ambush army on the mountain cliff.

The two pulled the trigger, and then the two submachine guns in their hands spewed out the flames of death.

Before the twenty American soldiers could even turn around, they were hit by cold guns in the back and fell to the ground one after another. Although Dr. Braun was mixed with the U.S. military, he was not harmed in the slightest, and it is necessary to surprise the strong psychological quality and accurate marksmanship of the two shooters.

The air smelled of blood, and there was a strange smell of burnt tin sheets.

The originally noisy gunfire came to an end, and the Grim Reaper's harvest began and ended, and it didn't take more than two minutes to finish.

The roadside improvised explosive device (IED) set up by Boss Albert is very effective, and a cannonball can be used to ambush vehicles after simple processing, no wonder there is a saying that the master is among the people. Victor, who climbed up with a **sand submachine gun, had a little mixed feelings in his heart, assassinating an American soldier, this is a felony of losing his head, what happened tonight is destined to become the secret he brought into the coffin, Victor's hand trembled a little, this is the first time he has been involved in the whirlpool of this kind of political conspiracy.

And the big man Alan next to him didn't have much thought, this guy who was almost 1.9 meters was simply a cold-blooded slaughtering machine, and only when he shot would Victor see the smile on the corner of his mouth. I don't know where the boss got such a monster from.

Albert had previously told everyone to speak Russian and no other languages when they were to act, and they made up Russian tactical words for three days. As for the reason, it is estimated that only the boss who made the overall plan can know.

Allen carried the Thompson submachine gun to kill the American soldiers who were not dead one by one, and Bowman, who was lying on the slope and groaning, grabbed the photo of his son with his left hand, and wanted to raise the loaded M1911 pistol with his right hand, wanting to give Allen a cold gun, but closed his eyes forever after a crisp gunshot.

Victor, who lowered his gun, spat at the corpse.

In just two minutes, all 20 American soldiers were killed, and the soldiers in the jeepri were burned alive, but there were no casualties on their own side, and the operation was perfect.

Victor grabbed Braun from the ground, the poor scientist was finally reluctant to blow up his life's work with a grenade, and Victor tried to put on a friendly face so that he would not frighten the doctor with a look of death.

"Dr. Braun, please come with us, our boss is ready to greet you." Then he grabbed his arm and threw him into the car that had been prepared for nothing.

Allen replaced one of the U.S. Army's Thompson submachine guns with himself, then dragged his body down the slope, then took the ** Sand submachine gun from his teammates, and fired a few more shots at the corpse, pretending to be a U.S. soldier shooting his accomplice.

After doing all this, Alan glanced at the devastated highway and whispered, "Let's go." ”