Axel was blinded by the sudden fire from the flanks, and he had just given the order, and then retreated to the old man's side, intending to see the badly wounded leader. This made his position in the crowd not obvious, so he was not immediately targeted.

But his men had been beaten to the point that they were crying and crying out to their mothers, after all, the Germans had more than thirty men, and the poor Norwegian rebels had less than ten left. There is a fundamental disadvantage in numbers, so in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, it is immediately suppressed so that it cannot raise its head.

"It's over, old man! We've been discovered by the Germans! I'll retreat with you on my back! Let these people be the queen!" Axel asked, squinting his eyes at the dying old man as he watched as one of his accomplices fled, being fired into a ball of minced flesh by German machine gun fire.

The old man leaning on the ammunition box was completely lifeless, and the reason why he was able to survive until now was entirely because of the glimmer of hope that the gun brought him to complete the mission. Now hope is dashed, and it turns out that the destructive power of an anti-aircraft cannon to the plant is still very limited. So the breath that the old man was hanging on now had been vented, and his whole face had turned gray.

He grabbed Axel's arm with the last of his strength, as hard as he could. Then he squeezed a faint word out of his mouth, almost so that Axel didn't hear it clearly in the noisy environment. Still, Axel could tell the word from the shape of his mouth: "Run!"

yes, there's only one way to escape. If you don't take advantage of the chaos to run away now, then you will really have to die here meaninglessly, who is willing to die than to live? Feeling that the strength of the old man on his arm has dissipated, and seeing that the old man's hand has hung down weakly by the light of other people's shots, Axel bent over and stood up, trying to escape from this place that was no longer destined to belong to him from the way he came.

Unfortunately, before he could take a step of his own steps, he saw a companion who had run to the path that had cleared the mines, and was knocked to the ground by the fire blocked by the Germans, and the impact caused the hapless fellow to lose his balance and fall directly to the side of the path.

Then, in the night sky, where the guns were intense, a mine was triggered and exploded, blowing the poor Norwegian into a blur of flesh and blood. Of course, no one can appreciate this bloody scene in the pitch black, but when the thunder sounds, the appearance of a corpse full of blood automatically appears in everyone's minds.

Axel looked at the unsafe retreat route, gritted his teeth, and rushed to the gap in the exterior wall of the factory that had been destroyed by the cannons, and he felt that it was best to escape into the factory by night and get rid of the pursuing Germans first. Then calmly think of a way to escape from this desperate place before dawn.

As he approached the bombed rubble and ran to the other side of the outer wall, the last two members of the resistance group who relied on the artillery as cover were also sieveed by the German army's dense bullets, and they fell on their backs unwillingly, and finally lost a trace of breath.

Now except for the lucky Axel, all the Norwegians who invaded here have been killed, and the only remaining Mr. Axel, carrying his submachine gun across the outer wall, although the hope of escape is very slim, but after all, everyone has their own desire to survive, even if they can survive for one more second, it is worth fighting.

Unfortunately, the moment Axel's feet crossed the outer wall, he felt the aura of danger, and at this time, there was a signal of stumbling under his feet, and he involuntarily began to fall forward.

The German patrol was not killed by the intense fire just now, and as his opponent fired wildly, he lay behind the wall and dodged the deadly bullets, and finally waited for reinforcements to arrive unscathed. Just as he was about to get up, he saw a foot poking in front of him.

It was too late, and the German patrol reached out and grabbed the probing foot without thinking. Then he felt that the other man had lost his balance and fell forward by inertia, and he had the upper hand, so he shouted for help in German, and at the same time climbed a step forward, and scuffled with the guy who was not wearing German military boots.

Yes, when he found out that the other party's shoes were ordinary shoes worn by poor people, he decided that the identity of the other party was not the German army's own people, so his attitude changed from hesitation to firmness, and he was determined to have a life-and-death contest with the person who had just fired at him.

Axel realized that something was wrong when he fell, and he knew that for every second he wasted, he had a 30% better chance of being killed on the spot. But when he wanted to grab the submachine gun in his hand, it was obviously too late. His face slammed to the ground, and the gun in his hand flew far away.

Before he could fully regain his senses, he heard the German soldiers behind him shouting in German, which was clearly calling his companions, leaving him with little chance to escape. So in the spirit of the ruthlessness he had cultivated in his ten years as a local gangster, he pulled out the dagger from his pocket that he had not used for a long time.

Then he turned his face into the air and saw that the Germans were coming at him behind him, so he handed the dagger in his hand. Maybe it was because the gunfight outside was over, or maybe it was the power of the hindrance in his palm, but he felt like he heard the sound of the dagger piercing his skin, and his opponent was visibly snorting.

"Uhh So this time the dagger hit him directly in the heart, so that he didn't even have time to regret it, and he lost all his strength.

Axel heard the muffled grunt, which was as beautiful to him as the beautiful notes of a star's song, and he struggled to his feet, kicking hard with both feet to kick off the corpse of the German patrol lying on top of him.

The hand that groped behind had already touched the cold body of the submachine gun, and at this moment he felt that his fate was in his hands again...... Unfortunately, the goddess of fate was very fond of such jokes, and just when Axel felt that the danger was about to be escaped by him, he saw three German soldiers raising their weapons against him at the other end of the outer wall by the light of dawn.

"Wait! I'll surrender!" Axel retracted his palm, then raised his hands to the three German soldiers, shouting the words he once thought he would never utter in his life, and he shouted them extremely fluently.

"Fire!" a German squad leader held up his G43 rifle and coldly ordered his men. So two Mauser 98K rifles and a G43 semi-automatic rifle fired at the same time, Axel felt a sledgehammer hit his ****, and then there was a darkness with no end in sight, and the light of dawn was far away from him.

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"Long live Führer Accardo, Long live Rudolph! Report to the general! We have cleared all the saboteurs in the area!" an officer walked behind General Kleist with a tired face, stood upright and saluted before he spoke: "The exact number is not yet fully counted, but more than 4,700 people have been killed. ”

"This number...... Does that mean, in the Norwegian province where I am in charge of policing, there is an entire group of saboteurs hiding in it, and I have not been aware of it for the past year?" Kleist asked coldly, looking back at his unsuccessful subordinate.

"......" The subordinate who came to report had cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he stood there with his head bowed and didn't dare to say anything more. After waiting for a few seconds, he found that General Kleist did not mean to continue to blame, so he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, General!"

"Report as many people as you should! We will definitely not have the credit this time, so you pray that we will not be sent to a court-martial!" Kleist no longer bothered with his own subordinates with his hands behind his back, and the battle of last night was definitely a stain on him personally, leaving him with no shame.

The Führer handed over to him the most important lifeline of steel production, and as a result he scored an even more unsightly record than Army Group G at Kursk. Looking at Admiral Catherine, the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, who was also unsightly, he knew that this time the Norwegian air battle was not just a loss for him.

"Call General Hulk! Let him carry out the interception plan! Be sure to shoot down all these bastards who brought shame to the Luftwaffe into the Atlantic Sea as much as possible!" Admiral Catherine, of course, also saw that General Kleist was looking at him, and with a hint of annoyance, he hurriedly ordered an interception plan to cover his shame.

The morning sun still looks so soft, but for the German occupation forces in Norway, this morning is a busy and oppressive one. They had to clear the rubble everywhere and help put out fires in several burned towns and villages.

American bombers not only attacked part of the port, but also destroyed a very large iron ore roughing plant. Although most of the bombs were dropped on the barren mountains and towns, the whole bombing was definitely a catastrophe for Norway.

German steel production fell by a direct twentieth the next day, which may not seem large, but it was enough to shock the German executives. Everyone felt that such brazen provocations by the Allies could no longer be tolerated, and almost everyone was in favor of an immediate counterattack in the Atlantic theater of operations.

It's late to update today, I'm really sorry, Long Ling is here to apologize to everyone......