Chapter 137: Trap

After annexing the entire Czechoslovakia, Germany's war gears suddenly stopped, and Europe ushered in a period of peace.

The Germans seemed to have become so full that they turned into harmless rabbits.

Of course, not everyone believes that Germany has really turned into a rabbit. Churchill, for example, is still running around to promote his theory of the German threat. Unfortunately, many people are extremely tired of his war rhetoric!

However, the time of peace is always short-lived, and the time came in June of 1939.

That day Foreign Minister Ribbentrop came to report something. "Your Highness, the Polish ambassador protested to me that he suspected that their missing border guards were kidnapped by us, and asked us to hand over their soldiers, otherwise they would conduct cross-border searches."

Yannick sneered. "Sternly warn them that if they dare to cross the border, it is an act of war." After sending Ribbentrop away, Yannick picked up the phone and called the Army General Staff. "General Rundstedt, are the troops ready?"

General Rundstedt's confident voice came from the other end of the phone. "Yes, Your Highness, our soldiers are fully prepared and hidden twenty kilometers away from the border. As long as you give an order, the armored vanguard will be able to cross the border in less than an hour."

"very good."

But after waiting for two days, there was no movement from Poland.

Yannick had no choice but to send new instructions to Skorzeny.

In a Polish guard post on the German-Polish border, three people were squeezed into the guard post that was originally two people. Among them, a bearded soldier was lying on the ground and snoring loudly. The soldier wearing glasses looked at the moon in the sky in a daze. The last young recruit looked around nervously.

Tired of looking at the moon, the bespectacled soldier turned to look at the soldier. "Hey, recruit, why are you so nervous?"

The recruit looked incredulous. "Didn't someone get kidnapped by the Germans two days ago? Aren't you nervous?" This is a major matter related to their own lives. Why are the two of them so carefree?

The bespectacled soldier laughed dumbly. "Hey, you heard them making it up. Maybe that guy sneaked out to hunt and fell into a trap. Besides, do the Germans have the guts to mess with us?" Before he finished speaking, he saw the recruit falling limply. Go down. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The bespectacled soldier stood up and was about to step forward to check when he suddenly felt a slight pain in his neck, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. The next second, all the strength in the body was suddenly drained away, and the whole person instantly collapsed and fell to the ground. He was suddenly horrified and wanted to wake up the bearded man next to him, but now his whole body was limp and without any strength. Not to mention shouting, he couldn't even control his eyelids. He could only half-open his eyes and stare straight at the place. The fallen recruit.

What exactly is going on? Could it be that he is possessed by evil spirits? Just when he was shocked and puzzled, there were inaudible footsteps outside the guard post, and there were at least five or six people in the sound. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he didn't even dare to breathe out. He only felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Soon, the footsteps stopped behind his head, only a muffled thud was heard, the bearded man let out a muffled grunt before his death, and then there was no movement. Then he felt a sharp pain under his ribs, and a sharp metal object pierced his heart. Along with the sharp pain, his eyes fell into boundless darkness.

Kill the three sentries cleanly, Scarface Skorzeny ordered. "Take the bodies away. Remember to leave some marks for them." Although he is now the chief instructor of the German special forces, he still likes the feeling of going to the scene and doing it himself.

The group of people quickly evacuated. More than half an hour later, several Polish soldiers came to the guard post to check the post. Before they even got close, they smelled the smell of blood in the air. "Oops! Something happened!!" The leading platoon leader rushed into the post and saw blood all over the ground. "What's going on? Where are the people?!"

Someone shouted outside. "Platoon leader, there is blood here! Go over there!"

"Damn it!" The platoon leader suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired several shots into the sky. Soon, Polish soldiers from surrounding posts gathered, nearly twenty of them. "Chase me!"

The crowd led the horses and chased them along the blood trail to a small stream, which happened to be the border between Poland and Germany. "Platoon commander, after this creek is the German territory. Can we still pursue them?"

"..." Everyone knows what it means to cross the border into another country without authorization, let alone these soldiers guarding the border. Just as the platoon leader was hesitating, a soldier suddenly pointed into the distance. "Hey, look what that is?!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw four or five horses galloping in the distance. The platoon leader picked up the binoculars and took a look, and he suddenly became angry. One of the horses was carrying a soldier wearing a Polish military uniform. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he knew without thinking that he must be a soldier from the outpost!

"Keep chasing!!" The disappearance of our own soldiers a few days ago was suspected to be related to Germany. Today, it can be regarded as a robbery and a robbery! These damn bastards must be made to pay the price!

After rushing across the creek and following intermittent blood trails for several miles, they found a small village ahead. "Strange, isn't this small village abandoned? Why does it look like there are still people there?" There was still smoke rising from the village, but there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which gave people a strange feeling.

The platoon leader ordered cautiously. "There is something weird, everyone, be alert! Search in teams of two!!"

In the nearest yard, they saw a man lying on the ground. He was not the Polish soldier they were looking for, but a man in civilian clothes. The platoon leader walked over carefully and turned the man over. He saw a shocking wound on his neck. He was obviously dead.

The searchers also reported back one after another. "Platoon leader, the village is full of corpses."

"Hurry up and retreat!" If you don't know that something is wrong at this time, you are a fool. But as soon as the voice fell, a ball of blood burst out on the forehead of the soldier standing next to him, and he fell straight down.

"Enemy attack! Hide!!" The platoon leader was an old soldier. He reacted instantly and shouted to remind others. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. With the dense gunfire, the surrounding Polish soldiers were shot and fell to the ground. Even the platoon leader was not spared. His arm was shot and the pistol in his hand flew out weakly.

"Help, I'm shot!"

"Mom!"

"It hurts so much!"

"..."Listening to the screams coming from all around, the platoon leader was shocked and angry. Who set such a sinister trap that caused them to be wiped out?

It didn't take him long to wonder. A team of special forces wearing strange clothes (ghillie suits) and holding various guns in their hands surrounded them from all directions. The leader, Scarface, spoke in fluent Polish. "Everyone, you have been waiting for a long time."

The platoon leader endured the pain in his arm and asked with gritted teeth. "Who are you?"

Scarface sneered. "Who are we? You don't have to worry about it. But you Polish border guards are so crazy that you dare to cross the border to massacre unarmed German civilians!"

The platoon leader felt a chill from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. "Nonsense, you are framing me!"

Scarface shrugged. "Whatever, you and your soldiers will have to sign the confession in a while, and record and video it."

"Impossible! We Polish soldiers..." Before he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the back of his head by the butt of a rifle, and fell down limply.

A team member asked. "Captain, do we have to take all these people away?"

Skorzeny glanced at the Polish wounded on the ground and shook his head. "No, leave three or four with the lightest injuries. Hurry up and take pictures of those death row prisoners!" As these Polish soldiers said, this was an abandoned village before, and these corpses on the ground were death row prisoners transferred from various places.