Chapter 452 Guerrillas (2)

"The German patrol is coming!"

Katzper, who was devouring his food, almost choked. He hammered his chest hard, swallowed the potato stuck in his throat, grabbed the rifle next to him and was about to rush out, but was grabbed by the village chief. "If you go out now, you will die in vain. Hurry, hide in the cellar first!" He said and opened the cellar cover in the corner. "The Germans won't check these places. There are cellars in other houses. They must be hiding. Hurry!"

Katzper and the other three people didn't care much and hurriedly hid in the cellar. After a while, I heard the door being roughly pushed open and the sound of chaotic footsteps; at least seven or eight people walked into the house.

Katzper's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He listened to the movement outside with his ears raised, and the knuckles of his fingers clenching the handle of the gun made a slight crackling sound.

"Sir, you are here. If you come a little later, those guerrillas will run away."

"!!" Katzper's whole body froze, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was completely cold. Isn't this the voice of the village chief? ! What exactly is going on? !

The village chief's next words completely extinguished the last remaining hope in his heart. "There were four people in that cellar, led by the captain of the guerrilla group, named Katzper."

"Why?!" Katzper couldn't help but yelled. He really couldn't understand that such a hospitable village chief would betray them! They were also locked up in this small cellar and became turtles in a jar!

If he had just rushed out, he might still have a glimmer of hope; even if he died, he could still draw a few Germans to back him up!

He really couldn't figure it out! !

Faced with Katzpel's angry questioning, the village chief snorted coldly. "You damn bastards are more ruthless than the Germans. You stole all our winter food. Do you want us to starve to death?!"

Katzper was confused by the scolding. This was their first time in this village. When had they snatched the village's winter food? ! Have other guerrillas come?

Before he could think about it, another cold voice sounded. "Katzper, right? I urge you to surrender obediently. Maybe your life will be spared."

With a click, Katzpell pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. "If you want me to surrender, there is no way! I will fight with you!!"

The voice sneered. "As you wish, get ready!"

Just as Katzpell pointed the gun at the cellar lid and was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he fell straight down.

The guerrillas who knocked Kasper unconscious with the butt of their rifles shouted hurriedly. "No, don't shoot, he has been knocked unconscious by me, we surrender!"

"Throw away your weapons and climb up! If you dare to play tricks, you will be shot on the spot!"

The three guerrillas threw away their weapons, carefully pushed open the cellar lid and climbed up. There were several German soldiers with live ammunition surrounding the cellar. The leading lieutenant pointed at the three of them with the pistol in his hand. "Who is Katzper?"

The three of them pointed to the cellar. "He's down there."

The lieutenant raised his chin. "Bring him up!"

Two of the men returned to the cellar and brought the unconscious Katzper up.

The German soldiers escorted the guerrillas out. Before leaving, the lieutenant took out a few cards from his pocket and handed them to the village chief. "Good job. Go get the food tomorrow. There's still a lot of meat."

"Thank you, sir." The village chief took the cards with a smile and respectfully sent the lieutenant out the door.

"Hmm!" Katzper felt a splitting headache and a buzzing in his head. He wanted to pat his head a few times with his hands to relieve it, but found that he couldn't move his hands.

Katzper shook his head vigorously, and his vision gradually became clear from blur. This is a small room of more than ten square meters. There is a table and chairs opposite, and he is tied firmly to a chair.

Just as Katzpell was twisting wildly and trying to get away, the door of the small room opened from the outside, and a middle-aged man wearing a German uniform walked in. "You woke up, your head hurts a lot, right? Tsk tsk, those team members of yours were really ruthless to their own people, they almost made your head open."

The middle-aged man spoke Polish quite fluently. Kaczper frowned and glared at the German who was talking to himself.

The German sat down in a chair behind the desk. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the anti-guerrilla chief of this area. You can call me Detrich. Obviously you have been arrested. Now you have two options, either go to work in a prisoner of war camp. Die or serve us."

Katzper spat and said viciously. "You want me to work for you, dream!!"

Detrich was not angry either, but smiled slightly. "It seems that your team members are right. You are indeed a die-hard. It's a pity that you are just a foolhardy man. You still haven't figured out why the villagers of Bewata Village betrayed you, right?"

Katzper's expression was extremely ugly. His team members had rebelled? And he really didn't understand why the villagers betrayed them.

Detrich said leisurely. "Let me tell you a story. You should understand it after listening to it."

Just ten days ago, a guerrilla team came to Bewata Village and asked the villagers to give 500 kilograms of grain to support their just cause of resisting Germany and saving the country.

The village chief said that this year's harvest was not very good, and a portion was confiscated by the Germans not long ago. Each household only had enough food for the winter, and there was really no extra food.

The guerrilla leader immediately showed a fierce look. "Damn, we are fighting for the cause of resisting the Germans and saving the country, how dare you not support us? Brothers, search for me! Take as much as you can!!"

"Hey, hey, how can you do this?" The village chief hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. Is this a guerrilla or a robber?

"Get out of the way!" The captain hit the village chief's cheek with the butt of his gun viciously, and then they searched the entire village and searched out all the food in the villagers' homes.

The captain carrying a bag of potatoes passed by the village chief who fell to the ground and did not forget to spit on him. "Bah! When the German devils are driven away, the first to be liquidated are you traitors!"

The villagers helped the village chief up and asked with a sad face. "Village chief, what can we do?!" The food for the winter was robbed like this, how can they survive? !

The village chief stomped his feet fiercely. "These bastards are worse than the Germans! At least the Germans didn't let us starve to death!"

"Then the villagers of Bewata took the initiative to find us for help. You may not know that this kind of thing happened not only in Bewata, but all over the country. Now your guerrillas are notorious and have become rats that everyone wants to kill."

After listening to Dietrich's "story" and looking at the half-smile on his face, Katzpel trembled all over. "Despicable and shameless!" He had guessed that the guerrillas were the work of these Germans!

Dietrich said disdainfully. "You are stupid and blame others for being too smart? If you are smart, you should judge the situation and be loyal to us, and you can continue to lead your team to "fight guerrillas."

Katzpel certainly understood what he meant by "fight guerrillas" and gritted his teeth. "Even if I die, I will not be a running dog of you invaders!"

Dietrich shrugged. "There are many people who want to be running dogs, and you are not a big deal. Come on, send him and those stubborn people to Nasienkofu. Goodbye, Mr. Katspel, I wish you a happy life in hell."