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Chapter 1483 Infiltrating the Laboratory

"xiu~~"

The mortar shell spun as it flew out of the barrel, followed a parabolic trajectory through the air for a distance, and then landed on the monastery wall.

Monasteries in Germany or Europe are not only places of religious activity, but also often serve a defensive function. Their walls are mostly made of stone blocks, making them highly defensive. Some monasteries also have gate towers or towers at their main entrances.

The monastery where the "Mother Nest" was located was a sturdy stone castle. The SS built a machine gun bunker on the wall, and the MG42 "cloth ripper" kept the American troops pinned down on the hillside.

But G2 team reacted quickly, the mortar shell accurately hitting the machine gun, and the moment the fuse hit the ground, the explosives detonated, producing a dazzling flash and a loud bang.

"Boom~"

With the violent explosion, the MG42 and the machine gunner were thrown high into the air by the blast wave and then slammed back to the ground.

The machine gun ceasefire successfully created a gap in firepower. Major Sting, carrying an M2 carbine, charged to the front. When he saw several German soldiers running on the wall, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The M2 carbine is an improved version of the M1 carbine, and it has both semi-automatic and fully automatic modes.

The latter has a rate of fire of 750 rounds per minute and can empty its 30-round curved magazine in just 2.4 seconds, but its ammunition consumption is too high.

The former saves ammunition, but its firepower is inferior to that of automatic weapons, making it unable to suppress multiple enemies.

Sting slowed his breathing, his fingers moving rhythmically, and with experience, he fired short bursts of fire from the fully automatic mode.

This firing mode is very practical on the battlefield, as it allows for a balance between firepower and ammunition.

In the darkness, the trajectory of the tracer bullets was very conspicuous, and the bullets hit several German soldiers in succession, tearing a hole in the monastery's defenses.

The members of G2 squad were all battle veterans. Upon seeing this, they quickly approached the wall. As long as they could enter the blind spot of the fire, the battle would be over.

The SS guards responsible for protecting the "mother nest" also knew this. The squad leader shouted an order to throw grenades. Dozens of grenades, emitting blue smoke, were thrown off the wall and rolled down the hillside.

A few seconds later, more explosions rang out. The American troops suffered few casualties because they took cover in time, but the offensive momentum was halted.

"FXXK!"

Sting cursed under his breath while lying on the ground, then turned and ordered the mortars to keep firing. At this point, he couldn't care less about protecting the items inside the target; completing the mission alive was the most important thing.

Mortar shells rained down on the monastery one after another. The SS soldiers, who had no combat experience, panicked, but no one fled. They continued to resist the American attack stubbornly.

Although the SS was weaker in combat power than the Wehrmacht, it was not lacking in fighting spirit, which made the fighting even more intense.

A dozen meters below the monastery ground, the SS company commander stood next to the radio operator, gun in hand, shouting.

"Immediately send a message to the nearby Imperial Army, telling them that the Mother Nest is a top-secret laboratory and we need support!"

The telegraph operator quickly pressed the telegraph key, and the Morse code beeping echoed in the basement, but after changing several frequencies, there was still no response.

The vanguard of the US forces had already captured the passes in the Alps, and the German troops around the Mother Nest were fleeing in panic. No one had time to pay attention to a strange call sign, even if the other party claimed to be a top secret laboratory.

Some German troops even believed it was an Allied conspiracy, as the monastery had become an isolated island since only a few people knew of the existence of the Mother Nest.

Just as the SS company commander was getting anxious, the airlock door to the room was pushed open, and an elderly man with gray hair walked in and protested to the company commander with great dissatisfaction.

"There's a power problem in the lab, I need to conduct experiments! Experiments! Understand, Captain!"

The squadron leader smiled wryly, but still patiently explained, "Professor Heinz, my soldiers are fighting the enemy. Perhaps we will meet in hell."

Professor Heinz scratched his messy hair, muttered a few words under his breath, and then looked up at the company commander.

"Didn't the lab receive a batch of new automatic rifles a few months ago? Why don't you use them against the Americans?"

The company commander was taken aback. Those rifles were different from ordinary bolt-action rifles; they had powerful firepower and were indeed very suitable for use in this situation.

He walked down the corridor, grabbed a panicked soldier, and gave the order: "Open the ammunition depot and issue all STG44s!"

A few minutes later, several dark green wooden crates were violently smashed open, and SS soldiers took out strangely shaped rifles from them.

Outside the wall, Major Sting looked at the monastery, which was less than 50 meters away, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Once they get close enough to breach the wall, G2 can storm the target. He's absolutely certain the guards inside won't last long.

G2 members are elites from various units, some of whom have been active on the front lines since the start of the war and have experienced countless brutal battles. Their combat experience and combat effectiveness far surpass those of the SS.

Just as Sting was about to order his men to prepare explosives, several tongues of fire suddenly shot out from the wall, and amidst the deafening gunfire, more than a dozen American soldiers fell down screaming.

Sting, who was nearly hit, rolled on the ground and hid in a ditch. He yelled at his men, "What the hell was that?!" But the G2 members were so badly beaten that they wanted to burrow into the ground and no one answered his question.

Countless bullets whizzed past the American soldiers and over their heads. One unlucky man was a fraction too slow to lie down, and his arm was immediately broken, blood splattering everywhere.

Watching the Americans fall one after another, the German guard's face flushed with excitement, his finger gripping the trigger tightly, and the magazine was emptied in an instant.

There was a term from the Republic of China era called "a hail of bullets," and the US military is now deeply experiencing the meaning of this term. In a short period of time, a dozen or so of the 80 G2 members were killed or wounded.

After a round of fire, the SS guards were clearly not used to automatic weapons. They didn't even realize they had run out of bullets until the bolt and magazine lip made a clicking sound. Only then did they stop firing and begin reloading.

Sting knew that staying put would only make him a sitting duck, so he was the first to get up and rush toward the wall.

This is when the importance of combat experience became clear. The other G2 members followed suit, swinging their arms and running wildly toward the monastery without Sting needing to remind them.

The battlefield fell silent, but the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. One side frantically changed magazines, while the other ran for their lives.

In the end, the Germans acted faster. The SS were the first to change magazines and resume firing. With the experience they had just had, the guards became more and more composed, and their marksmanship improved significantly.

Even with their low combat effectiveness, the SS soldiers were still professionally trained soldiers. The squad leaders and platoon leaders regained their composure and directed their soldiers to fire in stages.

The relentless German fire caused the Americans great suffering. Sting was grazed on the shoulder by a ricocheting bullet, but he didn't have time to treat the wound. He simply wrapped a bandage around his shoulder and called for the gunner.

"Bazooka!"

Upon hearing the order, the two American soldiers lying prone behind the earthen slope cursed inwardly. One of them gritted his teeth, stood up, and, carrying a rocket launcher, half-squatted on the ground to aim at the wall.

Behind him, the loader held the rocket and placed it into the rear of the cannon barrel. After loading, he patted the gunner on the shoulder to signal that he could fire, and then quickly dove to the side.

The shooter stared at the wall in the center of the sight, pulled hard with his index finger, but the rocket launcher did not fire; it had encountered a dud.

"Change ammunition!" the gunner shouted to the loader, feeling both helpless and angry.

There's a saying among U.S. soldiers: Don't have faith in publicly issued weapons, because they always come from the contractor with the lowest bid.

The loader ducked down and took the dud, but before he could replace it with a new rocket, he was shot and fell to the ground. Someone immediately took his place.

The new ammunition was loaded into the cannon barrel, the gunner took a deep breath, and fired the rocket at the most intense point of fire.

Under the pitch-black night sky, SS soldiers spotted a point of light in the distance on the American position. The point of light circled and flew rapidly toward the wall.

One of the guards shouted in terror, "Iron Fist," the code name for a German rocket launcher, and chaos erupted on the wall.

Before the Germans could react, the rocket hit the wall, blowing several guards near the point of impact into the air and sending them crashing inside the monastery.

Finding the rocket launcher's attack effective, Sting ordered the gunners to fire all the rockets while he led his men to continue the attack.

The bazooka was like the last straw, tipping the scales of victory in the Americans' favor. The SS company commander in the laboratory was utterly desperate, sitting on a stool waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Several more explosions rang out, and the monastery gate collapsed with a crash. G2 squad successfully stormed the target and began clearing out the stubborn guards.

Sting instructed his men: "Intelligence indicates the laboratory is underground; find the entrance."

“Yes, Sir!” the G2 members responded in unison.

Without the protection of the walls, the SS collapsed at the first contact, and the ground battle lasted only ten minutes before the US forces killed the last enemy soldier and immediately began searching for the underground laboratory.

Upon receiving this message, the SS company commander walked to the control panel and placed his right hand on the red button.

If he presses the button, the explosives buried inside the laboratory will detonate, and the Americans will get nothing but ruins.

With a long exhale, the company commander closed his eyes and pressed his hand down hard, preparing to face death, but the expected explosion did not occur.

Huh? The company commander opened his eyes in confusion and pressed the button again, but the explosives still did not detonate.

Just as he was wondering if the explosives had become damp and malfunctioned, plumes of white smoke billowed from the ventilation duct above his head, and the SS soldiers in the room swayed twice before collapsing one by one.

In the last second before he fell to the ground, a face flashed through the squad leader's mind, and he felt immense regret: that damned traitor!

Hiss, hiss, smoke completely enveloped the room. The American troops on the ground also discovered the laboratory entrance. Just as Sting was about to order the door to be broken down, a hidden door opened from the inside.

"Don't shoot, I surrender."

The person who shouted, wearing a hazmat suit and raising his hands, walked out of the hidden door. The American soldiers all pointed their guns at him. The person took off his gas mask and it was Professor Heinz.