Sou...

Boom! Boom!

"Shelling! Shelling! Covering!"

The soldiers screamed as they lowered their bodies and ran as hard as they could, and when they came across a pre-dug foxhole, they jumped in, shrunk and prayed for an early cessation of the abominable shelling.

This was the position of Company E of the 101st Airborne Division, which was considered the second group of defensive units to reach the Baston area.

The cold and freezing weather here, the goose feather snow falling with the howling north wind, the large number of trees that have been blown off the waist, and the corpses that are half-buried in the snow that are found from time to time add to the desolate and cruel atmosphere of this white world.

The first garrison had withdrawn, and their appearance was miserable, everyone was wounded, the difference was only light and heavy.

Lieutenant Winters has now been promoted to battalion commander, and although he no longer commands E Company, he still has a deep affection for E Company, and even his own battalion headquarters is located not far from E Company's position.

When he came into contact with the first batch of evacuated garrisons, he had already learned that the ghostly black German armored force was on the opposite side of the position at the moment.

"Black Tiger King... That tank is the devil... Don't mess with it!"

"The German captain is here... The British and Canadians who came to their aid were killed and wounded heavily... ”

Speaking of this German captain, now the whole European battlefield is known to everyone.

The German captain hated the Soviets the most, he led his black devil unit to fight all the way on the battlefield on the Eastern Front, and the Soviets who died at their hands were almost the number of a group army from civilians to soldiers, and they never left prisoners, even if you surrendered, you would be shot and killed.

On this point, the Allied soldiers regarded it as an after-dinner joke, and they did not want to see the Soviets, but they had to unite in order to jointly deal with the enemy of Germany.

Then there was a paper order, and the German captain and his Black Cross Division ran back to the Western Front to play with the Allies.

In the Baston area, the German captain with a group of German soldiers also wearing black armored uniforms and black skull masks on their faces ran out of their positions every once in a while, holding his broken shield in one hand and an MP-40 submachine gun in the other hand as if he would never have to change the magazine.

What made the Allied soldiers angry the most was that the German captain of this dog day was full of bad taste, you said you can come, and we will endure killing some people, after all, we can't beat you.

But!

So what do you want to do with a bunch of marquees on your shield?

Originally, the black cross shield still looked like a serious and solemn atmosphere, but after adding a circle of blinding colorful flashing marquees, the overall style was simply abrupt.

In short, you can experience for yourself, when you huddle in the foxhole that you have worked so hard to dig, looking at the beautiful and silent night sky and missing your hometown, suddenly the dark position opposite is lit up with colorful marquees, and then accompanied by bursts of German shouts and the sound of shooting, this evil star runs to his position and walks around, leaving corpses everywhere, and finally patting his ass and going home, you can't do anything about him.

Then there was the occasional shelling during the day, followed by the drama of tank assault, and the German captain drove his black Tiger King, with five or six equally black Tiger tanks, and came to your position for a walk, knocking out an improvised bunker here, burning a field hospital there, and it was annoying to explode.

As a result, when the first garrisons who had experienced all this withdrew, they were all extremely excited, and by the way, they told the troops who came up to replace them about their suffering.

Battalion Commander Winters now knew the details of the German captain, which had been unearthed by Allied intelligence shortly after the official landing in Normandy.

"Heinrich von Ardennes, the dilapidated Prussian aristocrat of the Ardennes Forest, was the only remaining member of the family, and the descendant of the adopted son of a yellow man who had been adopted by a member of the family. ”

So strictly speaking, the Ardennes Forest is the family fiefdom of the German captain?

Then it is not surprising that he returned to participate in this campaign.

The subsequent developments further confirmed Battalion Commander Winters' suspicion: the German captain seemed to have a different kind of kindness and affection for the 101st Airborne Division, especially E Company.

The 101st Airborne Division was in charge of the garrison positions, and in normal times, only ordinary German troops shelled them or launched tentative attacks, and the German captain's Black Cross Division seemed to have no interest in them and did not bother with them at all.

Of course, it's just them.

When night fell, the soldiers of the 101st Airborne Division would see a burst of colorful marquee flashing in front of the friendly positions next door, followed by bursts of gunfire and howling of ghosts and wolves.

Not to mention during the day, the soldiers of Company E stood tremblingly on the high ground wrapped in their military coats, watching the black tiger king's tank clusters scurrying around the friendly positions, those devil-like tanks were extremely fast, and even trucks and even jeeps could not catch up at full speed.

"Why didn't that German captain come and attack us?"

"I heard that Camp Commander Winters had met the German captain when he was in Normandy, and there had been no conflict yet, so the conversation was quite pleasant. ”

"The Germans still have good stuff?"

"God knows... ”

All in all, the 101st Airborne Division ate melons and watched the show the whole time, and by the way, it fought with the regular ordinary German army, and the German captain continued to attack the troops of other Allied forces with his abnormal special German army.

At night, on the turret of the King Tiger tank, Hu Feng threw Stanley a bottle of vodka looted from Lao Maozi on the Eastern Front.

"The number of souls collected since we signed the contract is extremely impressive, and when the time comes back to us, I will take a time to go to Hell and give you your part. ”

Stanley smiled at Hu Feng and nodded, took a sip of vodka, and immediately spit it out.

"Shoddy, those Soviets never knew what high quality was. ”

Hu Feng also smiled when he heard this.

"Speaking of which, you didn't even attack the 101st Airborne Division, and you missed such a group of good souls in vain. ”

"You don't have internet in hell? Have you ever watched HBO's Band of Brothers? Hu Feng glanced at Stanley with disdain.

"I can't see that you're still a fan of American dramas, and I prefer to watch our British TV series more than those Yankees. ”

"Do you watch your British philosophical TV series?"

Stanley was not annoyed when he heard this, the British are a little good, they not only like to be sarcastic about others, but also like to be sarcastic about themselves, for Hu Feng's sarcasm, the king of hell just shrugged his shoulders.

"Believe me, the British gentleman is still in the majority compared to the British. ”

"Yes, yes, yes... Although we are known enemies, it is better to talk to you than to talk to the angels, most of whom are furry birdmen who only think about purifying Lao Tzu all day long, oh... And you. ”

Stanley laughed a few times.

"So that's the advantage of our demons, we know how to be flexible, and sometimes enemies don't have to be enemies, they can also become allies. ”

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