"Say it."

"Yes. On the 18th, the equipment inventory was as follows: one Moder assault gun; two Battle Tiger assault guns; two 10-mm guns; 5 MG62 machine guns; MP60 submachine gun 48 ......"

"Heisenberg, look at this!" Zoff exclaimed excitedly, pointing to a nude calendar on the wall: "A calendar!" ”

"Hah! The Russians must have come for this! Heisenberg turned his head with a wicked smile.

"Ah, you go on."

“．．．．．． In addition, 20 mines, one flamethrower, 4 Russian submachine guns, several rifles, and one anti-tank gun were captured. ”

Zoff turned the next page of the calendar, and an unusually innocent girl was lifting the corners of her lithe skirt and pouting her big white ass to show Heisenberg. "W-hell!" Zoff and Heisenberg exclaimed in unison.

Heisenberg turned his head to find the young soldier who had reported staring at the girl on the calendar with his mouth wide open. Heisenberg coughed solemnly.

"Oh-oh, ah...... That's all we have, Colonel. ”

"Give me the list."

The soldier handed Heisenberg the list of his counts. Heisenberg pulled a pencil from his bosom and ticked the back of each count, as if the teacher was correcting the student's homework.

"Where's the number of people?" Heisenberg buried his head.

"Ah, 74. Captain. ”

"Report yesterday's casualties."

"Eight dead. 4 people were injured. Two people are missing. ”

"How?"

"Ah...... Yesterday Lieutenant Frenberg's reconnaissance team encountered a wave of Russian troops in the pigsty. ”

"Where is the lieutenant now?"

"Killed. Captain. ”

"Hey—Zoff, the Ivan are almost there." Heisenberg informed Zoff in an exaggerated tone. This big man who was born and died with Heisenberg for many years.

Zoff did not speak, and Heisenberg turned his head, and he was engrossed in turning the next page of the calendar.

"Where's the ammunition? Where's the ammunition? Heisenberg looked at the soldier who stood respectfully in front of him for a moment.

"Here. Back, sir. ”

Heisenberg flipped the paper over, and it was a long list again.

"What's your name, why haven't I seen you before?"

"Hassan, sir."

"Hassan? Where's the Cissena boy who came to report yesterday? ”

"Killed, sir."

"Killed?"

"Ah, yes. Shelling. ”

"The shot this morning?"

"Yes. Sir. That's the shot. Shrapnel shattered his head. "Every morning at six o'clock sharp, the Russians routinely fired a cannon at their positions to symbolize the beginning of a new day. It's as punctual as an alarm clock. It does play the role of an alarm clock.

Heisenberg smiled wryly and sighed: "This unlucky child. ”

"Wait." Heisenberg pointed to a set of numbers on the list with a pen: "5 MG62 ammunition only 2 thousand? Only 10 rounds of artillery ammunition? How? ”

"That's all the ammunition we've ever been able to collect."

"Have you asked the Panzers? The Moder assault gun only has 10 rounds of ammunition, how can this battle be fought! The Russians ...... frankly: "Heisenberg suppressed his anger. Major Rutherford of the Panzer Corps had their own small warehouse. Usually these guys stock up on some ammunition for the Moder assault gun, but they don't want to take it out for the infantry to use.

"I ...... I didn't ask, sir. "The young soldier looked very embarrassed. The arrogance of those armored soldiers is sometimes really difficult to deal with: "Or ...... I'm going to ask now? ”

"Alright. It's fine. I'll do it myself in a moment. ”

The shortage of ammunition made Heisenberg habitually frown. Heisenberg returned the list to the young soldier and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket with his other hand.

"Where's the number of people?" Heisenberg said.

"Combatants 74 people. 26 people were wounded. ”

"What is 101.128 rifles? You'd better give Heisenberg an explanation for 1.128 rifles. ”

"This ...... Sir, this is what Major Bolorsky specially instructed me to do. ”

Major Bolorsky was undoubtedly a legend in this unit of the Brandenburg commandos. He has been fighting since the outbreak of war. The old guy was a sniper, with at least an Iron Cross of the Second Class and an Iron Cross for Meritorious Service, and always looked like a Junker gentleman. His long beard made him look more like an antique—as if he hadn't cut it since Bismarck unified the empire. However, despite the fact that the major was much older than everyone else, he was a deservedly good sniper. He has killed 128 targets. That's what rifles for the Lun there are 101.128 pieces. It's the old guy's way of showing off his achievements. The old guy once said that the rifle in his hand would suck the soul of every dead man it hunted. And eventually become an even more powerful weapon - thus, as a collection of the souls of the dead, this ridiculous 0. 128 followed.

"Old fellow's trick......" Heisenberg grinned, "you did a good job, boy." What is your name? Heisenberg handed him a cigarette.

"Hassan, sir. You asked about it once. ”

"Oh, yes...... Hasen," Heisenberg patted his numb head, "You're doing a good job." Today you will follow me first and be my adjutant. Take care of your little life, don't die. Tomorrow morning, I hope you are alive to report back to me. Got it? ”

"Yes! Captain! Hasen was appreciated by Heisenberg and smiled excitedly.

Heisenberg threw him a lighter and told him to light his own cigarette. The clever boy took the initiative to reach over and light Heisenberg's cigarette first. Heisenberg stood up and walked to the second-floor balcony to look out over the city. The two-story inn on the corner of the crossroads must have been a place of elaboration before the war, and although the decorations have been torn beyond recognition by shrapnel, the remnants of the ornamentation still show the luxury of the time.

"Kids. You come here. Look what this is. Heisenberg pointed to the striking SS mark on the collar of his black uniform.

"This is the SS, Hasson." Heisenberg spat out a puff of cigarette: "But you, just now, have been calling me by the rank of the Wehrmacht. Do you know the way? ”

It dawned on the young man that the cigarette in his hand had almost fallen to the ground. Apparently he forgot about the transfer of ranks between the Wehrmacht and the SS.

"Alright. Remember from now on: Captain of the Bredenburg Commando Group. This is my SS rank. I want you to call me Captain now. ”

Hasson stood upright, the heels of his boots clattering, "Yes, Colonel!" But he immediately realized that he had said it wrong: "No, no...... Yes, Captain! ”

Heisenberg took a nonchalantly puff: "Okay. Not bad. ”

"Zoff," Heisenberg called out the names of his comrades, hoping to divert his attention from the naked wall calendar: "Major Juncker has a new harvest - 128!" ”

However, Zoff did not react. The wall calendar was too attractive to him.

"Captain." The young man looked back at Zoff and then at Heisenberg, and said almost as if "you and Captain Zoff are both winners of the Iron Cross - wonderful!" One day I hope to get a ...... too."

"I'm glad I didn't......" Heisenberg took the last puff of his cigarette and exhaled a gray mist. Then he threw away the cigarette butt in disgust - like getting rid of an annoying fly.

"You...... What do you say? ”

"No, nothing. Hurry up and finish your cigarette, I have a task for you: you go and take the defense of the church of Paul the Younger, the museum of Reuben. and the priest of the cemetery, Captain Brought it to me. Let them inform the soldiers. The Russians will attack tonight. Zoff and I will now set off to meet the Panzers, and in half an hour take the three men to the Panzer positions by the bridge to meet me. Got it? ”

"Yes, Captain." The young man immediately threw away the remaining half of his cigarette and stood solemnly.

Heisenberg walked over, picked up the cigarette that had been thrown on the ground, and shoved it back into Hassen's mouth.

"No waste. Remember. ”

As the young man hurried away, Heisenberg stopped him again: "Hassen, where is your steel helmet?" ”

The young man suddenly realized that something was missing from his head: "Ahh......h I. Oh - God, I forgot about it in the bed where I slept. ”

"Alright. And then this one. Heisenberg casually threw him a steel helmet: "Put it on." It's yours. Tssena the boy forgot here yesterday. ”

"Oh...... Be. Hassan hesitated, but put it on his head.

The young man left.

Although it was morning, the sky outside was hazy. Steel seemed to churn over the clouds, mudding the original purity of the sky.

"Zoff - let's go, don't look at it." Heisenberg walked up to the big man and patted him on the shoulder: "When we finish this battle, you can take this wall calendar and use it at night." Heisenberg smiled evilly beside him: "I don't want ...... Let it be given to you. ”

Zoff did not smile, the big man turned his face sluggishly, and Heisenberg noticed that there were vague tears in his eyes. Heisenberg asked him what was wrong, and he said that the woman on the page of the calendar reminded him of his mother.

"Let's go, Zoff, maybe your grandmother is in there." Heisenberg pushed him away from the picture, and the big man rubbed his eyes with his hands and reluctantly put on his steel helmet. "Let's go, it's time to talk to Panzer Rutherford."

"Yes, it's time."

As Heisenberg and Zoff came out of the hotel, a Russian attack plane whizzed past the town. It was a low enclave, and the soldiers stationed on the corner were busy trying to shoot it down with anti-aircraft guns, but with little success.

"Zoff......" Heisenberg pointed to the enemy's planes in the sky: "We have a big problem with ammunition, but the Ivan are coming tonight - tomorrow morning at the latest." ”

"Tomorrow morning?" The big man sneered contemptuously with his nose: "Then it must be vodka that has delayed their offensive tonight!" ”

"Huh!" Heisenberg smiled as he walked past the Moder assault gun on the corner, and the soldiers were spinning their guns as they tried to aim in the direction of the plane.

“．．．．．． Brothers...... Do you know how many of us are left? ”

"More than 160 — almost two hundred...... I remember someone talking about this number the other day......"

"No, no, Zoff. Eight of us died yesterday, a few the day before yesterday, and now we have 74 people in total...... If you count you and me. ”

"74?" Dahan narrowed his eyes and calculated in his heart: "18 times 10." Uh, plus 48 times 20, and, well, 8 times 50...... is equal to ......" Zoff is an excellent fighter, but if the combat effectiveness is measured by the mathematical ability of the soldiers, Zoff may not even be able to enter the reserve: "Huh? The last to get ...... How many times how many did I say? ”

“1000。” Heisenberg smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "You mean to tell me." We had 48 Wehrmacht soldiers, 18 SS, 8 Panzer Corps. A total of 10, 20, and 50 Russian lives? So how much can our improvised 74-man battle group cancel out? 1000 Ivan? ”

"Ah—Heisenberg—that's what I mean!" Dahan raised his head proudly, and the sun shining on his face impartially between the dark clouds: "Think about it. Plus you and me. We are worth at least 100 Russian lives! Number of ...... We don't lose! ”

Fighting, I'm afraid, is not such a simple conversion. However, before each battle, Zoff had to pretend to be naïve like this. I don't know if he really believed this, or just to comfort himself and make the nightmare that was about to befall them look less terrifying. Heisenberg smiled and handed Zoff a cigarette. The enemy attack plane circled over their heads again, this time swooping down and firing two rows of bullets into the battle-hardened two-story building beside them. Screams could be heard from the shattered windows. It was as if something had been shattered. "Hey-Dyce! Send two men to carry the wounded out, and call a medic! ”

Zoff shouted to a soldier behind him who was manipulating a cannon on a street corner. Only recruits will take refuge in the event of an air raid. Veterans know that life and death are already predestined, and you can't avoid it. They continued to walk down the devastated street, and at the end of this street was a bridge, and the river was their only hope of stopping the entire Russian regiment commander from entering. The Panzers parked their only two tanks by the bridge and set up their bridgehead. Despite the fact that there were only 8 of them, all sorts of well-equipped fortifications were neatly arranged on the bridgehead positions.

"Heisenberg, what is this little city called? You said it once, I forgot to ......" Dahan took a puff of cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt.

"Lev, what...... Yes, Levto. "It's a small town on the border of old Germany and Poland. If it weren't for the war, the tranquility would have made for a great holiday destination.

"Levto......" The big man recalled the name: "Heisenberg, when the war is over, I will become a ...... It must have been a drunken truck driver who drank every day to transport American radios and British leather jackets from Hamburg to Berlin, and then I took a Bavarian wife, had a few children, drove the Beetles I bought in my fort in August and September, and took them to this quiet little town called Levto for a week's vacation! Ha - that's called life! Zoff gloated and chuckled, constantly patting Heisenberg on the shoulder.

Zoff's daydreams are as naïve and ridiculous as his math, but Heisenberg has long been used to it: "Ha Luha, fuck it, Zoff - you only have this now!" Heisenberg flicked the Knight's Iron Cross around his neck with his hand: "That's all your life!" ”

The big man pouted hesitantly: "Ha-fuck! ”

What would I do if there was no war? Heisenberg didn't dare to think about it...... Maybe I'll be an artist, a captain, or ...... Even a navigator? Heisenberg loved the sea, and Heisenberg longed for the feeling of sailing at will, freeing himself from all constraints, maneuvering with the waves, and finding his own harbor...... Thinking of this, Heisenberg even felt that he should become an artist......

"Thinking about your sailing dreams again?" Zoff knew Heisenberg too well.

"Hmph...... To hell with it! Heisenberg shook his head helplessly.

"Listen, Heisenberg." The big man patted Heisenberg on the shoulder, like an encouragement: "If we are all alive after the war, take me on a voyage." I'm here to be your sailor! Let's go to those foreign cities together, lie on the deck and drink, and fight the giant waves of the Atlantic! Zoff traced with his hands the waves of the ocean with great interest.

"It's not just you and me!" Heisenberg spread his hands and joked: "I wouldn't go to sea without a woman!" ”

"Hey! I'm not talking about women – I'm talking about freedom! If there is a woman, someone will take care of you! Heisenberg, don't fuck it—" Zoff put his thick arms around Heisenberg, his eyes revealing a mystery: "Think of the girls in the bars of foreign ports...... Everywhere we go, we'll pick them up and sleep with us—one for each person, and you're not allowed to rob Heisenberg! ”

They laughed evilly together. "It's a deal!"

"Sir!" The shouts of two soldiers with dirty faces interrupted their fantasies. They came up to them and saluted them. Heisenberg remembered the envious look on their faces as their eyes swept over the Iron Cross around Zov's neck. Heisenberg thought that the medal around his neck must have become an important factor in the respect of those soldiers.

"Luozi, you go to the artillery, take 3 more people to the back street on the left, and build a simple line of defense." Heisenberg casually ordered the two soldiers.

"When will the enemy attack, sir?"

"Tonight—tomorrow morning at the latest!" Heisenberg shouted back.

"Fuck ......"

The bridgehead arrived. The commanders of the 8 Panzer Corps were named Rutherver, and they were part of the "Vikings" of the 5th Panzer Division, one of the most elite units of the SS. As a major, Rutherford was supposed to be the commander of an armored company, but now he was left with only two assault guns as his possessions. (To be continued......)