I asked you to escape, but you became a soldier in World War II

Chapter 46 Bullying goes too far
"We shouldn't stay here for long. Let's throw a smoke bomb and then quickly load the supplies into our backpacks. Pack as much as you can. Use grenades to blow up those you can't take away!" Jingke understood that this position was too prominent and there was no cover. Once the Soviet reinforcements arrived, everyone would have to die here.

Two smoke bombs were thrown, making visibility extremely low. Everyone was desperately trying to fill their backpacks, but only God knew how much they could get and what they got.

Jingke also tried desperately to grab it, and he actually touched a bottle of wine, but after thinking about it, he threw it away. The most valuable thing now must be food!

He dug out another box of cigars. Although Jingke wanted it very much, he gave up after careful consideration.

Fortunately, there were a few boxes of biscuits and bread at the bottom, so the harvest was quite good.

Seeing that the effect of the smoke bomb was about to wear off, Jingke could only ask everyone to retreat.

I guess what they regret most now is that they didn’t bring enough smoke bombs.

With a loud bang, the airdrop box that all German soldiers longed for was blown to pieces.

The annoying sniper "shouts" again.
But at this time, everyone no longer had any intention of staying. They wished their parents had two more legs so that they could run to the base as fast as they could.

Jingke was lucky enough to survive because he was surrounded by several people, but he was shot in the left thigh.

It was probably because he was quite popular that everyone grabbed his backpack and dragged him back at all costs.

When we returned to the station, we found that there were more than 50 people when we went out, but less than 20 people came back, and several of them were injured. The price we paid was really a huge price.

Fortunately, the harvest was great. We shook out everything and, except for a few unusable supplies, we still got a lot of biscuits and bread. Most importantly, we also got a batch of canned beef, which was not easy.

There was a non-commissioned officer who was addicted to alcohol and had 4 bottles of whiskey in his backpack.

But it is of great use right now, as it is needed to sterilize the wounds of Jingke and others.

Although Jingke was sweating from the pain, his honor as an officer kept him silent, which earned him admiring looks from everyone.

"Send a few people to guard the secret sentry position. Don't be left alone! That damn 'ghost' seems to be back again!" Jingke quickly assigned the task to his adjutant.

After having enough supplies, they also started to take care of the wounded. Those wounded soldiers, who were just hanging on to their last breath, recovered some of their strength after taking a sip of hot soup and swallowing a few biscuits.

Although there were heavy casualties, this attack finally brought back some hope of survival, so it was worth it.

"boom!"

The dilapidated door of the station waiting room was kicked open. Leading the group was a colonel, followed by more than twenty ferocious gendarmes.

"Where is your commander here? Ask him to come out and see me!" The colonel seemed very dissatisfied with the polluted air here, and covered his nose with a white handkerchief in disgust.

"Colonel, I am the highest officer here. What can I do for you?" Although Jingke had a bad feeling, he still held on to a glimmer of hope.

"I'm Colonel Taylor from the Army Group Logistics Department. I heard that you got a batch of supplies this morning?" The colonel wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his small eyes looked at the food in the pot with a sly look.

"We stole it from the Soviet army, and we didn't get much." Jingke told the truth.

"The headquarters has already issued an order that all food must be centrally allocated by the Army Group Logistics Department! Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, don't tell me that you didn't receive this order?" The colonel looked at Jingke with a joking expression.

"Colonel, we stole this batch of supplies from the Soviet army, and we lost more than 30 lives for it." The colonel interrupted his explanation rudely, "Where did you steal it from? No matter where you got it from, the markings on it are all imperial military supplies, and you sent troops out to fight without permission, causing huge casualties in the troops. This in itself is enough to be brought to a military court!"

He took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it slowly, and then said with a look of deep sorrow, "I also know that it is not easy for you. Forget it, don't go to the military court. We will not pursue those who have already eaten. All the existing supplies will be confiscated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the military police behind him came forward to search for supplies, and the large iron plate on his chest swung and made a clanging sound.

"Wait!" The adjutant couldn't stand it any longer. "Our people worked so hard to get these few supplies. If you have the guts, go and rob them!"

"How dare you! Who the hell are you to speak to me in such a tone?" The colonel was intimidating without even getting angry. "Catch him!"

The military police behind immediately rushed up to arrest people, but the people in the hall picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Even a machine gun in the corner was set up and pointed towards this side.

Now it was the turn of the gendarmes to be dumbfounded. Although they usually show off their might, in terms of real combat effectiveness, they are no match for these elite field corps.

"What? What are you doing? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, are you going to rebel?" The colonel looked a little timid, but he still pretended to be calm.

"You have to understand clearly that if you fight with us, you will be a sinner of the Empire and will be punished for treason! Your family will also be implicated!"

The colonel's threatening words obviously had some effect, and several people lowered their guns slightly. After all, they were all professional soldiers who were influenced by the imperial military thinking, and the sense of obedience was ingrained in their bones.

Seeing this scene, the colonel became more confident.
"We do have fewer people than you this time. If a fight really breaks out, you might win, but how many imperial soldiers are there outside?"

After this call, many people lowered their guns.

The colonel became even more proud and winked at the people behind him. The military police immediately understood and were about to come up to arrest people.

The adjutant looked as if the situation was hopeless.

"Stop!" Jingke rarely got angry. He took out his Luger pistol and pointed it at the military police who were approaching.

His men quickly raised their guns again, and the machine gunner even pulled the bolt. As long as Jingke gave the order, no matter if you were a colonel or a military policeman, you would all be killed.

After all, they are all combat troops, and their friendship on the battlefield is a matter of life and death.

"You, what are you going to do?" The colonel probably didn't expect that this pale-faced lieutenant colonel would dare to draw his gun?

It’s the opposite, it’s really the opposite!
Beads of sweat the size of beans unconsciously flowed down his forehead.

"Mr. Colonel, you can take the things, but don't make things difficult for my adjutant. He is just following orders. Do you think this is okay?" Jingke certainly didn't want to fall out with him, so they decided to negotiate it out.

"What if I say no?" The colonel was still pretending to be calm, but he was actually very panicked.

Jing Ke glanced at the colonel miserably, "If you refuse, I can only choose to commit suicide! Of course, my soldiers are like brothers to me. If they see me committing suicide, they will definitely lose control of their emotions, and then do something extreme. The military court should also show mercy, right?"

(End of this chapter)