Victory

　　The soldiers were very sad and said: "Yes, I fell and died several times when I parachuted, and I was unlucky enough to land directly behind the rebels, and finally rushed out, and now there are only a dozen of us left." "

　　Armand shook his head and said, "This casualty is too great, I don't know if the other crew members are like this." Then he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said, "Do you know where the main forces are?" We have to go to them! "

　　"When we broke through, we heard very fierce gunfire on the east side of the airport, maybe the main force was in that direction, but unfortunately at that time the stormtroopers who rounded up us in the east had the most people, otherwise we would have rushed there long ago." The soldier thought back and said.

　　"Okay, you guys sort out your equipment, let's go around to the east, we have to work together to take out this group of inhumane bastards!" Armand looked to the east.

　　"Mr. Sergeant, I have half a magazine left in ammunition." A soldier removed the magazine on the gun and said with a frown.

　　"I don't have much either."

　　"I still have a half-magazine." The soldiers checked the ammunition remaining, and the tense fighting along the way made the high-rate submachine guns almost run out of ammunition.

　　"Look for the dead brothers, cover them with a parachute cloth, and don't let them lie like this." Also, if you can't find enough bullets, use the stormtrooper's Mauser rifle. Armand walked to the bodies of Wehrmacht soldiers down a small slope and began searching for ammunition.

　　But they don't have much on them, after all, they hit all the way here. Some soldiers could only hand over the remaining bullets on their bodies to other comrades, and then pick up Mauser 98 rifles and ammunition on the ground.

　　After giving a military salute to the sacrificial soldiers, a group of people quickly ran towards the east.

　　After a while, dense gunfire appeared ahead, and Armand stopped with everyone at a small house next to the runway, and then looked into the distant battlefield with the telescope in his bag, where more than 1,000 stormtroopers dressed in brown were resisting the attack of more than 300 Wehrmacht, and the flat cement runway was densely strewn with corpses.

　　After all, the stormtroopers are not an army, neither tactical literacy nor weapons and equipment can be compared with the regular army, and the early defense forces parachuted down due to uneven personnel, basically fighting separately, so the casualty ratio is extremely large. After the troops were assembled in the back, the situation on the battlefield changed.

　　Suddenly, Armand found that one of the stormtroopers who was fighting and retreating was closely guarded by the surrounding troopers.

　　This must be a stormtrooper high-level, you must find a way to finish him off, you can't let him run away! Armand thought to himself.

　　As commander-in-chief of the SA and one of the initiators of the rebellion, Goering had never been so embarrassed as he is today. A few hours ago, dozens of Lufthansa "passenger planes" flew over their heads and then dropped hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, which startled Goering, who had never seen airborne operations before (in other words, others would probably be taken aback, after all, this tactic was brought to the world by Lyon more than a decade earlier). But he quickly calmed , just kidding, I have 1500 stormtroopers around me, and I'm afraid of a few hundred soldiers in your district?

　　But reality hit him hard in the face, because these hundreds of soldiers were equipped with submachine guns that Germany was not allowed to produce, and the density of fire was dozens of times his own, so Goering had to fight and retreat in a hurry - not that Göring was timid to escape, but that there was not even a tree in this airfield, there was no place to fight a defensive battle for him, and Goering was desperate.

　　However, it was not so easy to retreat, and the stormtroopers were constantly killed and wounded under the intensive fire of the Wehrmacht, and if it went on like this, it would definitely not be able to run out of Goering.

　　Goering looked at the approaching Wehrmacht, his heart crossed, and shouted at the stormtroopers who were retreating in a panic: "Everyone stop running!" Just now I received news that reinforcements have been sent to us in the party. We fought side by side, and as long as we held out until reinforcements came, we could annihilate this group of Weimar lackeys! "

　　As soon as the stormtroopers heard that there were reinforcements, their morale suddenly soared, and they stopped and lay down on the spot and began to counterattack, but they did not see that Goering, who had just been fighting side by side with them, was quietly moving to the back of the crowd with his cronies at this time, and then ran away.

　　"Haha! We finally ran out, fortunately there were those stupid people who broke us off, otherwise we would really have to explain here today. Goering, who escaped, said excitedly to the cronies next to him.

　　"Marshal, you are really a heroic divine martial artist!" The crony said flatteringly, but he didn't know if he thought so in his heart.

　　After capturing the city hall, Hitler supported Ludendorff as president and himself as chancellor, proclaiming the establishment of the German Third Reich, and Wilhelm II, who had fled to the Netherlands, remained emperor. Goering, as the commander of the stormtroopers, naturally also became a marshal.

　　"Haha, those fools thought that there would be reinforcements, and the rest of the stormtroopers were either capturing Jews or besieging those iron bumps of the 1st Panzer Regiment, so there were extra troops to support them?" Next to him were his own cronies, which made Goering speak a little unscrupulously.

　　"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly appeared behind the airport, which should have been empty, and a crony next to Goering clutched his chest with an incredulous face. Then fell to the ground. Goering and the others were startled and quickly picked up their rifles in search of the enemy.

　　"Lay down your arms!" The voice came out from behind a small house in front.

　　"Who? Come out! Goering hid behind a crony with a pistol and shouted fiercely.

　　Goering thought that even if the opposite side was the Wehrmacht, in their own identity, they would definitely try to capture themselves alive, and when the opposite side appeared, as long as I sold these few people beside me, I still had a good chance of escaping.

　　It's a pity that he didn't count, and the other side didn't know who he was.

　　"Dadada~" "Bang bang! "Submachine guns mixed with bolt-action rifles mercilessly threw bullets at Goering and others.

　　"Hey, Armand, who do you say this guy is? Let's come out, silly. A group of people walked out of the house where they were hiding with guns still smoking from their muzzles, and one of them said to the other.

　　"I don't know, but it's definitely a big official." The young man named Armand looked at Goering, whose body was beaten into a honeycomb on the ground, and said.

　　"It must be a fool, just worried about how to finish him off in so many stormtroopers, hey, he ran out himself." Another soldier said.

　　"Don't care about him, no matter how big the official is, as long as he is a Nazi, let's go to the front and see if we can help!" Armand stepped over the bodies of Goering and the others and led the soldiers to the distant battlefield.

　　Goering, the executioner who was supposed to be the number two in Nazi Germany, now fell ahead of time at the hands of the Germans.