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"Captain, didn't you say we could get to the supply depot on the third day" The face of the loader appeared in front of Tuckett's eyes.
"Uhwhat day is it now?" Tackett reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling as if his face was covered with a layer of something. £® £® £® £® £® Heavy and exhausting.
"Is itthe fourth day now?" Simon tilted his head and glanced at Otto, who nodded gloomily.
Tucker took out the map from his hand and looked at it. "Okay, kids," Tackett announced loudly, "We're totally lost!"
Simon lowered his head in frustration and sighed, "I knew it would be like this". Otto habitually retracted his cheeks into his mouth.
"Simon, come here."
"How much oil is left in the tank?"
"It's enough for three daysmaybe" Simon looked a little dazed.
"Are you sure we didn't pass by here yesterday? How far are we from this village?" Tucket pointed at the map and looked at the young man.
"I, I don't knowEverywhere was white yesterday. I don't remember what village we passed by" Simon looked at Tuckett in embarrassment.
"No, no, look here, did we walk through this fork in the road the day before yesterday? Whatthat meansthat we are not on this road at all?" Tackett dropped it in annoyance. But when Tuckett looked up, what Tuckett saw through the hatch observation port was the endless white outside.
"Damn it! Don't call me sir!" Tackett smashed the steel above his head with his hand.
"It's okay, SimonIt's okay, it's not your fault. You, go get something to eat." Tackett returned to his usual calmness, even though he was more nervous than anyone else.
"Captain" Otto suddenly raised his voice, and Simon stopped and looked at him: "We have no more food."
Tucker¡¯s fist was clenched into a hammer, but he deliberately did not let the soldiers see it. However, they have reached a desperate situation, a real desperate situation.
"It seems that we have to find someone to ask for directions" Tackett almost said in a "Ha! Fuck it!" tone, but in the end he restrained himself.
"Ask for directions?" Simon and Otto looked at each other: "None of us speak Russian? How do you ask us for directions!"
Otto sneered mockingly: "Humphasking for directions? Are all the snowmen living around here?"
"Yes! I just seemed to see a haystack there - at least it looked like a haystack" Simon put his eyes on the gunner's sight and pointed forward excitedly
Tucker took out a pistol from his waist: "We don't need Russian, I have this!"
There must have been an evil flash in Tucker's eyes that he couldn't detect, Simon's evil smile and surprise told him.
"We still need someone in Russian - if you want to ask for directions? Lieutenant." Lieutenant Jayne's voice came from behind. Apparently, he was right.
"Lieutenant Jayne, do you speak Russian?" Tackett asked
"Yeah." He reluctantly sat up: "I know a little bit. I learned it from prisoners of war."
"That's great, Lieutenant, can you walk?"
"I think you can, but you'd better mess with me Oh! Damn it!" Jayne struggled to stand up, but he waved his handless right arm and knocked his head on the roof of the car.
"Bill, Otto, you two stay in the car and be careful - I mean the guerrillas. Simon, you are messing with the lieutenant. Let's go and ask the Russian family about dinner." Tucker opened the hatch cover and was about to get out, when a large pile of snow fell from the sky and covered his face.
The wind picked up the snow and hit my face, which still hurt.
When we arrived at the place where the Russians lived, the door was knocked open. There were cries in the cabin. An old Russian man with a full beard fell in a pool of blood, and the rest of the family fell on the body. £® £® £® £® £® There were hysterical cries.
"Let's go!" Jayne said in Russian and kicked the Russian boy.
The boy is not old, maybe younger than Simon. He carried the basket and turned around to stare at Jayne angrily.
Yes, Russia-like hatred.
He should be the grandson of this dead old man.
"Take it." Tuckett handed Lieutenant Jayne's pistol to Simon: "Did you see it?" Tuckett pointed at the eyes of the Russian boy in front of him: "This is the look of hatred. If you want to eliminate hatred £®Simon, onlyThe only way is to eliminate the haters. "
Tackett stared seriously into Simon's eyes. Tuckett knew that he was unwilling, and Tuckett even knew that the remaining pity in his heart made him suffer every day.
"I'm helping you, kid." Tackett put the gun into his hand, but he didn't push it away.
"Remember: this is a battlefield. These are extraordinary times."
Simon is dull! He nodded.
"Go in now. Don't leave any one behind. There are enough bullets inside." Tackett turned around, turned his back to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
Simon opened the door and walked in.
From the chimney on the wooden roof, a wisp of gray smoke still rose. That was the fire that the Russian family used to keep warm. If we had not shown up, the family would have been sitting around the fire by now, waiting for the women to prepare dinner.
Tackett put the cigarette into Lieutenant Jayne's mouth, and then laughed with him at the Russian boy. Finally, we also gave the boy a cigarette, and he held it in his mouth without refusing. Tuckett even lit a fire for him himself and said respectfully in German: "Please, sir." Then Tuckett and Jayne laughed and admired the smoking boy. The boy coughed, and Tuckett had to admit that Tuckett was glad that the food and the child he had plundered from the Russian peasant family would solve all the difficulties they faced.
As they did this, gunshots, cries, and shouts came from the wooden house behind them. Finally, everything was quiet, the door opened slightly, and Simon came out.
Tackett grabbed the pistol, opened the magazine, and found that there were a few bullets left. Tackett stared into Simon's eyes. The young man just stared in front of him without saying a word. £® £® £® £® £®
On both sides are pine trees covered with snow. The heavy snowfall blurred the boundary between the road and the woods. £® £® £® £® £®
The Russian boy looked at the surrounding pine trees dully! He found that some trees were even broken by the combined force of wind and snow. £® £® £® £® £® Only a sharp stump was left standing there. He had never seen such great power from cold.
The Russian boy had a thick rope tied around his waist.
The thick rope was knotted. The rope was pulled straight by the boy's body. At the other end of it was a German assault gun.
"Sir - this is not right - I mean: this is not right." Simon observed the Russian boy pulling the rope through Otto's scope for a long time: "He is leading us to a dead end. He is going in circles - I can tell!"
"He is a good boy" Tackett wanted to take a nap on the seat, but was still woken up: "His whole family is dead He didn't say anything. £®£®Can¡¯t you be a good boy?
"Sir! That makes it even more untrustworthy!"
The tank was slowly moving in the direction guided by the boy's rope under Simon's control. £® £® £® £® £®
"Idiot." Otto leaned against the iron shell of the chariot on his seat and raised his gloomy face: "He also wants to live. Simon, don't bother the captain, use your brain," the gunner pointed to his own Baldhead: "Let's tie him up and lead the way. If he hadn't taken us to the airport, he would have starved to death."
Otto saw Simon and wanted to argue: "Okay, boy, the Russian kids are colder than us"
He turned his attention to Tucker: "Sir, this kid didn't take us to the airport Don't freeze to death first."
"Simon, look, Otto's considerations are the key" Tackett turned his head and glanced at Jayne, who was leaning in the corner behind him: "Jayne, call the kid over in Russian. Let¡¯s give him some wine.¡±
On the way back to the tank from the Russian house. £® £® £® £® £®
"Jayne." Tuckett continued to smoke: "Do you believe in fate?"
"Destiny?" Jayne sighed, tilted his head and glanced at Tucker: "Why do you ask this?"
¡°What a coincidence, old guy, what a coincidence!¡± Tackett put his arm around his shoulders and laughed. In front of him, Simon was still holding the Russian boy with a pistol. They were walking ahead and couldn't hear what we said.
The Russian child was called over by Lieutenant Jayne in non-standard Russian. One end of the rope was still tied around the boy's waist. He stumbled over and climbed onto the roof of the chariot with difficulty. Tuckett was about to hand the bottle with only a little wine left to the boy, and he was still in the driver's seat. Simon, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly rushed over, grabbed the bottle from Tuckett's hand, and took the initiative to hand it to the shivering Russian child outside the cabin door.
The child was almost frozen; his hair and eyebrows were frozen white by the snow. His face was like a piece of frozen meat, numb and hard.
¡°Hurry up!¡± Simon urged him in Russian. This is the yearThe young man learned a Russian phrase from him on the way to escort the Russian children. The child seemed to understand, but he just took the bottle slowly.
"Captain, please give me a cigarette." Simon put his head out of the window, stretched out a hand and waited. Simon looked at Tuckett cautiously in the dark. Tuckett looked away from him and took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Simon. The latter immediately put the cigarette into the Russian child's mouth and lit it with his own lighter.
Tucker noticed that the eyes around him started to look strange. Tucker reached out his hand and pulled Simon off the sunroof.
Tuckert called Lieutenant Jayne¡¯s name and asked him to ask the Russian children outside about our current direction and the distance to the airport. As Tackett did this, Tackett stared fiercely into Simon's eyes, reproaching him for showing such blatant sympathy for his enemy.
"Simon, don't forget. He is the enemy." Tackett lowered his voice like a kind of oppression.
"Simon - why don't you just ask the Russian to come in and take a seat, and then you go out to pull the cart - huh?" Simon shouted hurriedly, his voice harsh.
Before the loader could finish speaking, Otto also started to attack: "War! Child - this is not a tourist group."
"He is not an enemy! He is just a child!" Simon shouted, his cheeks flushed.
"That's enough!" Tackett's voice was not loud, but the soldier knew that Tackett was really angry. "Don't blame Simon -" Tuckett turned to Simon: "We are Germany's ace divisions, shouldn't we treat our enemies with courtesy like Emperor Friedrich the Great! The enemy's true surrender depends on our wisdom - ¡ªNot brute force! Simon did it right.¡±
The young loader lowered his head reluctantly and curled his lips.
"Simon. This is the battlefield - I repeat: this is the battlefield! These are extraordinary times! We are in danger all the time - every resource is limited - don't give your mercy to the enemy - "The Russians are as ruthless as I am - do you hear that?" Tackett had to criticize the boy harshly, even though he understood deeply what was filling his young heart.
¡°This child is not an enemy!¡± Simon shouted stubbornly, but he looked even more vulnerable.
¡°Listen, Simon! Except for your family¡ªyour army¡ªeveryone is an enemy!¡± Tackett gritted his teeth.
"I disagree. Lieutenant!" Simon called Lieutenant Tackett, as if breaking his heart.
"Then you will agree - Corporal Simon!"
The Russian boy has returned to the front of the tank. He steps forward and leans forward, as if he is pulling Maria. Lieutenant Zorn returned to the cabin and watched their confrontation. "Don't forget you are a soldier." He pointed at Simon and said coldly.
It¡¯s really cold outside. £® £® £® £® £® Trembling, Tucker retracted his upper limbs from outside the car and back into the car. The sunroof was closed by the lieutenant, and Simon returned to his driver's seat. Otto was cursing under his breath and smoking. "Damn there's nothing left. There's plenty of smoke" the old gunner muttered, lowering his gloomy face. The car was crowded, and Tuckett bent down and exchanged glances with Jayne. He looked very sad, but didn't say anything. The arm without his right hand was not easy to use. Tuckett tried his best to lower his body and turned around with his right arm supporting his weight. Tuckett returned to Simon's side.
He habitually pressed the little guy¡¯s artery with his left hand, and he was still sleeping soundly. Although it was only a weak beat every time, Tackett was very solid.
"Airport, Captain." Otto's eyes were still attached to his scope: "It's the airport, we're here." He didn't look back and didn't seem to be happy about it at all.
"Where? Let me see!" Nash ignored the cold and got out of the skylight: "What the hell! That Russian kid didn't lie to the Tuckers! Airport - guys! We're here! We're saved!"
The dull atmosphere in the car since yesterday was suddenly gone. Tuckett also got out of the hatch above his head, took out the telescope that Tuckett had forgotten for a long time and looked ahead. At the end of the pine forest on both sides, there is an open area, and a temporary wooden tower gradually appears in the field of vision.
"We're here, soldiers," Tackett announced. Everyone put on their headphones and the car cheered.
"We are saved!" Simon also shouted happily from the front.
"Yes! Simon - we are saved!" Tackett said on the walkie-talkie, and the laughter of the soldiers came from the earphones.
"Full speed - Simon! Full speed!" Otto shouted gloatingly, like a man in the desert seeing an oasis.
The gears of the tank made a clicking sound. The engine is running at full speed and the noise increases.
"Full speed! We are going to race with airplanes on the runway! Ha!" Tucker shouted, not hiding his excitement at all. £® £® £® £® £®
A Junkers 52 transport aircraft unloaded all supplies and ammunition, then loaded stretchers one by one and prepared to fly away. Lying on those stretchers were the wounded who had been transported from all over the battlefield.
"Are there any more? It's full! This is the last one today - I said - this is the last one today!" The officer responsible for loading and unloading the wounded pulled away the hand of a wounded soldier who was about to climb into the hatch, and then He slammed into the hatch: "Kid, what's your hurry - this plane is full!"
But the officer did not immediately order the plane to take off. All three propellers of the Junkers 52 were running, but they were still parked on the ground, as if waiting for something.
"What did you say?" The officer responsible for loading and unloading the wounded said to an SS armored lieutenant who suddenly appeared in front of him: "What did you say your soldiers were? The sound was too loud, I couldn't hear you!"
"He is an armored assault gun driver of the Skeleton Division! He is a technical branch. He has the right to leave first!" Tackett, wearing his eye-catching black SS coat, lit a cigarette facing the officer next to the transport plane.
"Is he an assault gun driver?" The officer lowered his head and looked at the man with a calm face. His left leg was shot, and the skin on his face turned purple. £® £® £® £® £® All this began to make him suspect that he was freezing to death, but he was indeed wearing the uniform of an SS panzer.
"I am Captain Tuckett of the SS Assault Artillery Company. This wounded man is a senior technical unit of the SS. He has priority for transfer." Tackett reiterated again.
"Brothers from the National Defense Force are not so lucky" Although he was reluctant, the officer responsible for loading and unloading the wounded still gave in. He opened the hatch and asked someone to bring down a stretcher, and then took the Taco Captain Special's "advanced technical unit" was loaded onto the aircraft.
"Thank you, brother." Tackett nodded to the officer pretending to be impatient and walked away.
"Okay. You can take off - take off! This is the last one today - the last one." The officer closed the door and patted the cold fuselage twice. Watching the life-saving Junkers 52 start to move, the wounded people crowded around began to become restless. Most of the wounded were soldiers of the Wehrmacht, with many SS infantry among them. They howled in pain, cursed, and pushed each other Some even tried to grab the wheels and wings of the plane They understood that if they did not leave today, many of them would not have tomorrow. £® £® £® £® £®
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