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Chapter 1482 Attack
In the Alps, hundreds of American soldiers marched quickly through the forest, their boots clattering over the moss-covered gravel.

The forest is surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the alpine lakes are like deep blue mirrors. Coupled with flowers of various colors, the scenery is extremely beautiful.

But the American soldiers had no time to appreciate the scenery. They gripped their weapons tightly, crouched low, and advanced in combat formation, cautiously surveying everything in front of them, because they were now in German territory.

These soldiers wore armbands that differed from those worn by regular U.S. military combat units; they had "G-2" written in white on a blue background, clearly indicating that they were special forces.

As they advanced deeper into German-held territory, flashes of light appeared on the horizon from time to time, and the booming sound of artillery could be heard—Allied artillery was attacking German troops stationed in Italy.

After months of fierce fighting, Allied forces in Italy finally broke through the northern Italian defenses and approached the Alps.

Otherwise, this US military squad would not have been able to enter German territory to carry out its mission, since the Alps are the most heavily defended region in Germany.

As early as the 30s, the Alps became a favorite summer resort for the German high-ranking officials. Many German officials built villas and castles there, such as the "Eagle's Nest" built by the Führer. As a result, a large number of guard troops were stationed there.

But that was before. Now, the German troops near the Alps are either fleeing or preparing to flee, and the once heavily fortified defenses have long since become a mere formality.

Perhaps startled by the sound of artillery fire, a large number of tits flew out of the forest, but the US squad commander did not dare to be careless and raised his hand to signal a halt to the advance.

Upon receiving the order, the American soldiers immediately dispersed to find cover, knelt on one knee, and pointed their guns at their surroundings, displaying great professionalism.

"Reconnaissance." The U.S. commander gestured with his palm forward, and a sergeant crouched down and disappeared into the woods.

A few minutes later, the sergeant returned and reported: "Major Sting, everything is normal, we are still five kilometers away from the monastery."

Major Sting, who had a typical German-American face, nodded, took out a map and studied it for a while before ordering them to continue. The American squad quickly disappeared into the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, a European robin landed on the ground and hopped around looking for food. When it came to a patch of moss, it suddenly stopped.

"Chirp chirp~ Chirp chirp~~"

As if it had discovered something, the robin stared at the moss, tilted its head, chirped twice, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

After it flew away, the moss suddenly "opened its eyes"—a person wearing camouflage slowly got up, put their hand in their mouth, and imitated a bird's call.

With a few whistles, more armed men in camouflage appeared around them, their hiding place just a step away from where the US military team was stationed.

One of them reported to "Moss": "Team leader, it's G2. It seems the Americans have their eyes on the mother nest too."

Gui Youguang, his face covered in face paint, nodded slightly. G2, short for Technical Intelligence Division of the U.S. Army Intelligence Agency, is a specialized combat unit in the United States that collects technological intelligence on enemy countries.

After thinking for a few seconds, he looked up and ordered, "Follow the Americans and let them clear the way for us."

Based on his observations, Gui Youguang concluded that the Americans were also going to the monastery. Since there was available labor, they could simply be content to be the ones who suffer the consequences.

The order was given, and the Military Intelligence Bureau's special operations team followed the trail of G2 to the target. The two teams moved through the forest one after the other.

Along the way, the Kuomintang military intelligence and American troops encountered several German checkpoints, but the German soldiers inside were all packing up their equipment to prepare for withdrawal, and no one paid attention to the commotion in the forest.

At this point in the war, anyone with a normal IQ knows that Germany's defeat is inevitable, and continuing to resist will only lead to death.

In fact, the German high-ranking officials who had long lived in luxury villas in the Alps were the fastest to flee, taking large amounts of gold with them to South America or Africa in an attempt to escape capture by the Allied forces.

Gui Youguang led his men to follow behind G2, maintaining a distance of one or two kilometers. But when they stepped over a fallen dead tree, he suddenly pulled his foot back and raised his fist.

The team immediately stopped advancing, and the junior agents all lay down nearby to occupy advantageous positions to prevent a sneak attack. Only one person carefully moved to Gui Youguang's side and lowered his head to observe.

Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows. A transparent nylon line could be clearly seen stretching horizontally about ten centimeters above the ground, with its ends extending into the bushes.

The junior agent broke out in a cold sweat and whispered a warning: "Team leader, it's a booby trap!"

"Exclude it." Gui Youguang remained expressionless, but his vigilance rose again.

G2's people are indeed not simple. Even without encountering enemies, they still set up booby traps according to their operational guidelines. If he hadn't been cautious enough, he probably would have been in trouble this time.

The little spy found pliers and cut the nylon thread, then lay down on the ground and gently parted the bushes, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A US-made anti-personnel mine is tied to a tree root, with the safety pin removed. Once the nylon cord pulls the release ring, the mine will explode.

This type of landmine weighs 3 kilograms and contains 154 grams of TNT. When triggered, it bounces to a height of 2 meters and detonates, with a kill radius of 10 meters, making it extremely powerful.

Unlike pressure-activated mines, this mine is a pressure-activated mine. The fuse explodes as soon as it is touched, leaving the person who triggers it with less than two seconds to react.

Thinking of the consequences of a landmine explosion, the little spy swallowed hard, quickly cut the nylon wire, and then circled around to the other side of the bushes.

In the bushes on this side, the little spy discovered another booby trap, also in a state of imminent detonation.

Due to a lack of tools and time constraints, Gui Youguang did not order the removal of the landmines; he simply left a mark and continued on his way.

This incident made the scouts even more cautious, slowing down the advance of the Military Intelligence Bureau, while the American squad ahead moved at a rapid pace. Every few hundred meters, Major Sting would have booby traps laid, both as a defensive measure and as an early warning.

As far as he knew, there were no other US troops operating in the forest at the moment, and any landmine explosion would prove that there were German troops nearby.

Half an hour before sunset, the U.S. military arrived at the Mother Nest. Major Sting, using the boulder as cover, picked up his binoculars and looked at the target.

The monastery where the Mother Nest was located was situated halfway up a mountain, with only one road leading up and down the mountain. There were checkpoints at both ends of the road, and the SS soldiers responsible for guarding it were very vigilant.

However, just like the checkpoints we encountered earlier, the Germans here were also preparing to evacuate. Many Opel trucks were parked on the open ground at the foot of the mountain, and SS soldiers were constantly loading wooden crates onto the trucks.

"Zack! Zack! Zack! (Hurry up!)"

Beside the truck, the SS squad leader waved and shouted, looking extremely anxious.

The Allied shells will land on the monastery as early as tomorrow morning, or at the latest by tomorrow evening, and their evacuation must be expedited.

Having gathered the intelligence he needed, Sting slowly retreated to his hiding place and summoned his men, explaining his plan.

"The Germans will be leaving soon, making a secret infiltration unlikely to succeed. I've decided to launch a full-scale attack after dark. Do you have any other suggestions?"

The officers and sergeants looked at each other and raised no objections. Their mission was to occupy the monastery and protect the items inside, and of course, not to let the Germans leave with the wooden crates.

As for whether they could complete the mission, the G2 members were very confident. The SS responsible for guarding the laboratory consisted of only one company, less than 150 men.

A few days ago, these guards would have been sufficient, as a large number of German troops were stationed around the monastery, and reinforcements would arrive quickly should the monastery be attacked.

But now the Allied forces are only a few dozen kilometers away from the monastery, and the Germans are busy escaping, so the Mother Nest will not receive any support.

Moreover, the SS's combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the regular army, and it was not equipped with large-caliber artillery or armored vehicles, making it no match for the G2.

Sting adjusted his helmet and said casually, "Guys, the Germans are in disarray. We can drink coffee and wait for the armored units to arrive."

The officers all nodded in agreement, and the soldiers began to maintain their M2 carbines and M3 submachine guns.

It must be admitted that this US military unit is equipped with extremely luxurious equipment. Almost all of them are equipped with the M2 carbine that just entered service at the beginning of the year. If the Marine Corps saw this, they would probably be green with envy.

In addition, G2 was armed with a large number of submachine guns, silenced weapons, and mortars, making it virtually armed to the teeth. No wonder it was confident in storming the laboratory.

The Germans probably sensed the danger, and their speed of moving the materials suddenly increased. Boxes of research data were loaded onto the truck and sealed.

At this moment, the SS squad leader noticed that a soldier was slacking off. He immediately went over and kicked the soldier hard, waving his Luger P08 pistol in a threatening gesture.

“Wow, Ruger, that’s mine.”

The American soldiers watching the scene had their eyes light up. One of them reacted the fastest and couldn't wait to announce who got the spoils.

Sting smiled but didn't say anything. No soldier could refuse the Luger P08. This sidearm, which was only provided to high-ranking German officers, was very popular in the army due to its exquisite craftsmanship.

The days in the mountains are very short. As the sun gradually disappeared behind the peaks, the Germans continued loading the trucks by moonlight without turning on the lights.

At seven o'clock, most of the German soldiers returned to the monastery for lunch, leaving only a few guards by the vehicles. The time for action had come.

Under the watchful eyes of the American soldiers, two SS soldiers slipped away to a secluded spot and lit a cigarette. As the smoke drifted away, several crossbow bolts, gleaming coldly, were aimed at them.

Swoosh~ Swoosh~
A crossbow bolt pierced the air and struck a man's chest cavity, the arrowhead cutting through the gap between his ribs and slicing open his lungs, causing blood to gush out with each breath.

The other person was hit head-on; the arrow pierced the pericardium, grazed the heart, and pierced the back of the chest, instantly rendering him unable to resist.

The two targets fell to the ground, and the American soldiers quickly stepped forward to support their bodies without making a sound. The German soldiers not far away were completely unaware.

With two fewer people around the vehicle, the American squad acted even more recklessly, using melee weapons and blind spots to kill all the Germans guarding the vehicle.

"Team E, stand guard; Team A to Team D, take turns providing cover."

Leaving 20 men to guard the truck, Sting raised his M2 carbine and charged toward the monastery, followed by about 80 G2 members.

With their commanding high ground and buildings providing cover, speed was key for the Germans to capture their objective at minimal cost.

But they had only run halfway when the German sentries on the monastery wall noticed something amiss. After a burst of noisy German shouts, the searchlights slowly turned toward the road, instantly exposing Sting and his men.

"attack!"

As Sting lay down, he shouted an order, and G2 and the German troops immediately began a fierce firefight. The American troops quickly set up mortars, and the gunners put shells into the barrels and shouted.

"Fire in the hole!"