!All Brandenburg Commando members will surely remember this day:!

—From this day, each of them has his life belonged to Baron Alexanderson!

Fight for him and die for him!

Every member of the Brandenburg Commando has been ready for sacrifice since the first day on the battlefield, but this time it is different:

They found the reason for sacrifice and found out where their faith was!

Ernst.

Bryme is their faith!

They lay quietly on the ground, motionless, waiting patiently. In the woods opposite them was the commando commanded by Marshal Ernst.

Edim, Heisenberg, or any commando, never dreamed that one day he would fight side by side with Marshal Ernst.

Until now, they still think they are in a dream.

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In the distance, the sound of cars had already been heard, and then, as we approached, some Russian dialect gradually came.

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Heisenberg raised the gun in his hand, and he swore that the most beautiful shot would be shot no matter what, not for himself, but for Baron Alexander!

Fight for him and die for him!

A truck was approaching slowly, and Russian soldiers were sitting on it, loudly clamoring for the noise, and some people were holding bottles of wine in their hands, constantly filling the wine in their mouths.

In such a winter, nothing can dispel the chills better than strong wine.

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If you drink, no German here would be the opponent of the Russians.

"Heisenberg, let's start together."

Edim's voice came over.

Heisenberg adjusted his breathing and held the gun smoothly. He must not let his own tremble at all.

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It's getting closer, it's getting closer.

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Then, Heisenberg pulled the trigger in his hand.

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The bullet drew a perfect arc.

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In the end, it fell accurately on the Russian driver.

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The truck ran like a wild horse that broke free from reins, and the Russians on the truck screamed in horror. Then, with a "passing" sound, the truck hit a big tree.

The gunshot suddenly rang.

The dense bullets hit the Russians like a storm. The Soviet soldiers who were completely unprepared were killed and injured in an instant.

The screams continued to sound with gunfire, but this attracted the bullets even more.

Several grenades were thrown out at the same time. Amid the explosion of "rumbling", the Russians were completely in chaos.

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After suffering at least twenty casualties, the Soviet army reacted and barely organized defense. A black car in the team also stopped. From a distance, two Soviet officers were able to see that the prisoner was fleeing to the side in a hurry.

Now, this place has become a battlefield.

The two sides fired at each other with different weapons. However, the German soldiers had already taken advantage of the favorable terrain, grenades, machine guns, and submachine guns. All the firepower burst out with the craziest catharsis, and they could strike every Russian they could see.

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Chaotic battlefield, chaotic situation, chaotic casualties.

The Soviet soldiers would never have thought that there were so many enemies here, and the other party had such strong firepower.

The German commando began to firmly control the situation.

Heisenberg pulled the bolt and he had already shot three Russians with his face. In fact, to be honest, although he was a SS soldier, he was not crazy. Even the battlefield countless times made him feel disgusted with the battlefield.

However, today is completely different.

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To be continued...