Battle of the Third Reich

At this time the brutal butcher had only half his life left. He lay and closed his eyes and hummed softly on the mud floor. His body was bluish white as he lost too much blood in a short time.

"Doctor, how is the colonel?" the doctor's assistant asked.

"It's awful. If he doesn't get a blood transfusion in time, he may fall into shock at any time. Write down the current time and help me hold his hand." The medic turned out a medicine bottle from the leather medicine box that he carried, opened the lid and put The powder inside fell on the wound section.

"The wounds should be cleaned first, but the current conditions are not allowed." The doctor looked out from behind the low wall and his colleagues were squatting behind the bunkers they were looking for, and violently engaged the attackers in ping pong.

The mule horses in the team were either fleeing or were killed by the other party. The air was filled with pungent smoke and a sweet **** smell.

Hongxia is in the sky, but the sun is reluctant to set down. The position of the attackers is back to the setting sun. Their shooting is extremely accurate. Almost every ten seconds, there is a gangster who is hit by a bullet or a skull from the other party.

The attackers were extremely violent in firepower, and the number was far more than that of Gandino's men. They even sent some people to cover up from the flank, and soon the gang fell into the other's crossfire.

"No, you have to retreat, who will come with me!" a gangster shouted.

"Damn, it's a German machine gun. They're German, didn't they say they have left?"

"Be careful sniper! Be careful sniper!"

"Mom! I don't want to die here!"

"Doctor, I was shot. Come over and save me!"

"Benevolent Lord, show mercy." The gangsters shouted indiscriminately. As the number of casualties increased, morale was on the verge of collapse.

"I'm leaving here! No one wants to kill me Mafiodor." A gangster rolled out of the body of a mule, then lowered his body and hurried towards the village.

"Don't run around, you idiot!" Carlot hid behind a piggyback and shouted to the running mate.

Before the words fell, Mafiodor's half of his head shattered, his brain tissue and bones spewed out to the side like fireworks, and the body fell forward, slid out on the mud floor for almost half a meter. the distance.

"No, I surrender! Stop shooting!" The bandits' fighting will finally collapse completely.

"Don't shoot, let's surrender!" A gangster took out a handkerchief and tied it to the rifle barrel raised high.

"His pulse is weakening, doctor, what to do." The medical assistant pressed Gandino's neck.

"Perhaps death is a good thing for him." The medical doctor sighed and then stood up from behind the low wall, facing the German soldier who was approaching carefully with the rifle, and raised his hands high.

"Don't shoot! I surrender, Gandino is here!" the medical doctor shouted loudly to the German army.

"Gandino? You mean Bill Gandino?" a German officer asked excitedly in Italian.

"Yes, Bill Gandino, but he is dying and needs to be transfused immediately." The medical doctor answered.

"Let me take a look." The German officer hurried over, and then the medical doctor recognized this as a captain officer.

"His right upper arm was severed from the middle, and a ruptured artery caused a lot of blood loss. I treated him urgently. The muscles and blood vessels of the wound have contracted. The bleeding has temporarily stopped, but now he needs to be transfused immediately. It is possible to enter hemorrhagic shock. I only have ordinary drugs on my body and can't handle this level of injury." The medic knelt beside Gandino and pressed his hand to the head's chest.

"Are you a doctor?" Captain Pete asked.

"Yes, Federico, the former Italian army medical lieutenant, is now your captain, Mr. Captain. Following the Geneva Conventions, I ask for status treatment."

"Yes, please wait for our commander to arrive, doctor." The German captain nodded at Frederick, and then gave several orders to the soldiers in German.

At this time the surviving gangsters were gathered together, they were ordered to kneel on the open ground with their heads held, and the Germans put up a machine gun behind them.

"Anyone who is in trouble will be shot on the spot." Sergeant Meyer warned the captives in fluent Italian.

"These **** robbers, complete scum, **** is the place they should go." Sergeant Fam looked at the dead gangster's body.

"It's this guy, the guerrilla warfare expert I was looking for. Look, he has the Alpine soldier's flying eagle tattoo on his arm." The German sergeant pulled the arm of the corpse and showed it to the surrounding soldiers.

"I don't know which one is the result of the battle. You see, the middle of your eyebrows." A soldier whispered to his companion.

At this time, Major Conig took his command team and walked over among the soldiers.

"Gathering a group of snipers or precision shooters to carry out short and effective attacks on enemy infantry units has a huge impact on the morale of the enemy. This is proved in this battle. Only this time the goal was Obviously, there is still a clear gap between the combat will and the regular army. We need more cases to prove the role of sniper tactics in new operations.

I found that the old-fashioned sniper tactics were not very suitable for the current battlefield, and it is difficult for us to encounter the situation more than ten years ago. In the future, we will encounter more sports operations in the wild, so we must improve the soldiers' ability to move and survive in the wild. At the same time, we must pay attention to street combat research. Related communication. "Conig was talking while walking, and the adjutant beside him quickly made notes in the notebook.

"Sir, I have found Gandino." Pete stepped forward to salute and then reported loudly.

"Take me over, and I want to take a good look at this cruel pig." Conig dropped his face.

"Major, this is their military doctor, Federico, who claimed to be an Italian military medical lieutenant and asked us to give him treatment as a prisoner of war." Pete introduced Conig to the doctor.

"Anthony Baldi Federico is at your service, Mr. Major." The doctor quickly stood up and saluted the Major.

"This is Gandino?" The German major did not take care of the military doctor.

"It looks uglier than the picture." Connig turned and said to Pete.

"The relationship of excessive blood loss, your marksmanship is really admirable." Pete said with a smile.

"I need to give a full face photo of the body." Conig smiled slightly.

"Is the photo taken?"

"It's all done." Pete replied.

"Very well, I'll leave the rest to you, Captain." Connig glanced at the Italian military doctor standing aside, then turned around and left the scene.

"Understood, sir." Pete saluted the back of the major, and then took the pistol out of the holster around his waist.

"Captain, what are you doing." the Italian military doctor exclaimed.

"Boo!" The German major pulled the trigger against Gandino's forehead.

"Boo!" The second shot hit the heart.

"You you" Italian military doctor sat sluggishly on the ground, and slowly a large pool of water appeared below him.

The "Geneva Convention" doctor looked up and looked at the German captain.

"Sorry doctor, have you forgotten your identity? You are guerrillas, not protected by the laws of war." The German captain pointed at the doctor's eyebrows and slowly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

With the sound of a machine gun fire, the infamous Gandino and his personal guard destroyed the village of Casasola. (To be continued.)

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