we need to betray

"Search carefully for me!" Gait sat in his company command car and watched his soldiers clean the battlefield, and said with a smile, "I don't want to be shot in the back after winning the battle. ."

Although he smiled happily, he honestly said that this battle was not easy for them. Not only did they lose seven infantry fighting vehicles, they also blew up all the No. 1 bridge tanks.

The resilience of the Belgian army fighting in the homeland in the face of the German offensive still gave the German army a "surprise".

"Helmut and Martin... Are they arranged?" Gro and Hoffman walked side by side on the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke.

"Well, the regiment will send a car to pick them up in the afternoon, and then cremate them with the other unfortunate members of the regiment." Hoffman said while picking up the corpses of Belgian soldiers with his rifle, "their corpses will be in a few days. Families can receive their urns and pensions... oh, and a letter of condolence signed by the teacher."

"Alas." Gro sighed, then took out a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket, solemnly mentioning the names "Helmut Smith" and "Martin von Beckmann" There is a fork in the front.

"I'm afraid Helmut's parents won't be able to bear the news." Hoffman said in a low voice, "He told me that his parents are only his child."

"This kid..." Groo smiled bitterly, "He never told me..."

"He's afraid that you won't let him go to the battlefield when you find out," Hoffman said.

"I find that most of what I know about the people in our class is false." Groo shook his head helplessly, "Hoffman, tell me the truth, who else is the only child in the class?"

Hearing this, Hoffman opened his mouth to say something, but after a moment of silence he shook his head expressionlessly and replied, "No, Helmut is the only one."

Groh listened to Hoffman's words and gave him a deep look, but he didn't see anything on Hoffman's face, who was always known for his facial paralysis.

"Forget it..." Gero waved his hand weakly, "I'll go to the regiment to ask when I'm free."

"It's up to you." Hoffman shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Anyway, if there is no more, you can't ask."

After Hoffman finished speaking, the two did not talk to each other for a long time. They just walked together on the still hot battlefield, looking for valuable things or still alive prisoners of war.

Until Hans, who was not far from the two, let out a nervous shout.

"Put down your weapons! Put down your weapons!"

Hearing Hans' shouting, Gro and Hoffman looked at each other, loaded the guns in their hands, and ran towards Hans quickly.

"Verdomde moffen, leg je apen neer! (Damn German, put down your weapons!)" Maitlink held his FN1922 7.65mm pistol and shouted nervously.

Behind him, there were five other Belgian soldiers, and one of them even carried an FDN light machine gun.

"What bird language did he say?" Hans, who had no education, did not understand what Maeterlinck said at all, and asked Fogel beside him with a confused look.

"Well, it seems to be Flemish (later renamed Dutch)." Fogel said nervously, holding the G41 rifle in his hand.

"Could you understand me?"

"Can't understand..."

"Sauerei (from a sow)!"

"What's the matter?" Just as Hans grabbed the Mauser C96 fully automatic improved version of the pistol (commonly known as a 20-shot box gun in China), when he was about to take Fogel with him, Gro took Hoffmann with him. arrived.

Along with the two, there was another infantry squad nearby who heard the news.

"Squad leader, I found these six Belgian cowards here with their bodies." Hans said with contempt.

"Really?" Gros looked at the six Belgians with contempt after hearing that.

"De moffen, aar kijk je naar? (German, what are you looking at?)" Maetlink roared angrily, seeing the contempt in the eyes of Gro and the others.

"We in Germany don't have timid people like you. It's rare to see it once and you need to take a few more glances." Groo sneered skillfully in Flemish.

"You..." Maetlink pointed at Gero angrily, "We are not cowards!"

"Then why are you pretending to be dead?" Gero sneered, "You don't dare admit what you did, and you say you're not a coward?"

"I..." Maetlink was in a hurry, but it was really him who pretended to be dead earlier, which made him unable to argue.

"You have already lost, put down your weapons!" Gero said with a sneer.

"It's okay to put down the weapon, but I have a few conditions." Maetlink still grabbed his pistol.

"Let's negotiate with God!" Groo was too lazy to talk nonsense with Maeterlinck, so he directly raised his submachine gun to Maeterinck and pulled the trigger.

After a series of scrambled beans-like gunshots, Maetlink lay on his back with holes all over his body.

He proved with practical actions that he is indeed not a coward. After all, there are not many people in the world who dare to negotiate with the German SS.

"We surrender, we surrender!" Just when the rest of the German troops were going to follow Gross to kill the Belgians directly, a Belgian soldier suddenly threw away his rifle and raised his hands and shouted.

After the rest of the Belgians saw someone taking the lead in surrendering, they threw away their weapons and raised their hands above their heads.

"Don't fight." Gros waved his hand and used German to stop the people who were about to shoot. Looking at another German squad leader, he said, "The Führer said that living prisoners are worth more than dead bodies."

The other German squad leader thought for a while after hearing the words, and then waved his hand.

"Be honest and form a line and follow the two soldiers under my command." Gro ordered.

"That, sir." The Belgian soldiers who took the lead in surrendering stopped Groo in a trembling voice while lining up, "I want to ask... what will you do with us?"

"I don't know." Gro said impatiently, "Then it's up to you. If you are of no value to us, you may be shot or buried alive."

The Belgian soldier was startled when he heard this, and quickly said, "Yes... I have value!"

"Oh?!" Groo glanced at the Belgian soldier with interest. He had just scare people at random before, but he didn't expect to get a little out of it.

"tell me the story."

"That...that..." The Belgian soldier racked his brains, and suddenly, a person appeared in his mind, "I know a person who killed one of your colonels!"

"Colonel?!" Groo's face became solemn, because since the start of the war, he didn't seem to have heard of any senior officer killed in action.

"Yes, his name is Carrasco! He's a recruit! But he's not with us now..." The Belgian soldier seemed to seize the hope of life, and he quickly and simply told Carrasco to talk to them in peacetime Add oil and vinegar to repeat it again.

"What's your name?" Gro asked.

"Sir, my name is Manla!" Manla looked happy.

"Very good." Gro nodded, and then instructed Hoffman, "Take him to the prisoner of war camp to find out if there is this Carrasco."

"Okay." Hoffman nodded, then turned around and walked towards the prisoner of war camp with Manla.

"Hans." Seeing Hoffman and Manla walking farther and farther, Gro called to Hans, who was doing nothing.

"What's the matter?"

"Find a chance to kill this Manla, no matter whether the Carrasco he talks about really exists." Gro said with a cold face, "Our SS cannot tolerate betrayal."

"Oh well."

"Remember, do things quickly, don't be discovered by other prisoners of war, we still need their 'betrayal'."