Chapter 1828: Begging

Hermann Priss, deputy commander of the Waffen SS, has a military rank equivalent to that of a general of the Wehrmacht Army. He was the commander of the 3rd "Totenkopf" Panzer Division of the Waffen SS. He had just taken over the command of this ace unit not long after the Battle of Kursk ended last year and the Totenkopf Division had finished its rest.

For being able to command the Totenkopf Division, a top ace unit of the Waffen SS and the Führer's personal army, Hermann was undoubtedly very proud and satisfied. He believed that this was the Führer's recognition of his strength and a proof of his outstanding command ability and military talent, so he was able to take on the task of commanding the Totenkopf Division, which others envied.

Hermann, who has been in office for less than a year, has seriously reorganized the Totenkopf Division. The first thing he did after taking office was to focus on repairing those ** bastards who complained and had low morale after the Battle of Kursk.

No matter how experienced and battle-hardened these guys were, Hermann would hit them hard and resolutely without mercy.

The best situation for those who can't keep their mouths shut is that they are demoted, or even become privates. Some who can't keep their mouths shut and talk too much nonsense are even stripped of their military uniforms by Hermann's order and sent back home to eat themselves. It's possible that they will be subjected to "speech censorship" by the Gestapo after returning home. In short, don't think about going home so comfortably.

Under a series of seemingly random but actually quite useful operations, the morale of the SS Division, which was originally low after the Battle of Kursk, miraculously soared straight up, and was even better than before the Battle of Kursk.

It may seem a bit outrageous, but in fact you can think about it.

When all the rational people in a unit are warned of silence or kicked out, the only opportunities and channels for speaking out are occupied by fanatics. And it is well known that fanaticism can spread as quickly as the plague.

One fanatic, two fanatics, it won't take long for hundreds of people to become fanatics, thousands of people to become fanatics, and finally tens of thousands of people to become fanatics.

"You know what? Among these seemingly fanatical people, there must be traitors who are disloyal to the Führer. They are always thinking about being cunning and even rebelling. They may be some retired Wehrmacht scum, or dirty rats who have infiltrated our SS."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as the whole group is fanatical, we have energy, opportunities, and the power given to us by the Führer! We can rely on this group to attack any goal and any victory, and drag those seemingly fanatical pretenders together. They can't do what they really want, and there are loyal eyes everywhere staring at the traitors."

"The Skull Division will be stronger than before, the Führer has given us The tasks given to us will be completed faithfully! We will crush the Russians' attack, push the front back into the depths of Russia, return to Kursk, return to Stalingrad, and finally return to Moscow! Victory still belongs to us Germans, I have no doubt about it, and I am willing to give everything I have, just as the Führer expects all of our SS believers to do. "

After reading these words that Hermann said to his deputy, and then measuring them by the standards of fanatics, Hermann is undoubtedly qualified. There are not many bastards who can be so fanatical at his age, even in the SS. This is basically the biggest characteristic of this person.

Hermann, who was blown up by the roar of Soviet artillery fire, did not dare to delay any more. After giving an urgent order to his adjutant, he turned around and rushed back to his office, took off the STG44 assault rifle hanging on the wall, which was more decorative than practical, inserted the magazine, pulled the bolt handle, and loaded the bullet.

He really liked this latest rifle of the Empire so much that he got the best one for his own use as soon as it was equipped to the Death's Head Division.

He was wearing the uniform of an SS general and holding an STG44 assault rifle as he walked out of the second-floor building of the station where he was.

Before Hermann planned to take action to do something, a thin man in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel of the Wehrmacht ran up to him in two steps.

"General, I was just about to look for you."

"I just received a call from my superiors, who are aware of the attack on the station, but there are no immediate reinforcements around, all fronts are in disarray, and there are no spare reserves."

"General Det asked me to tell you that he personally requested you to stay and assist us in the defense, and he will report to Marshal Model as soon as possible and do everything he can to send reinforcements. The treasures in the station are so important, this is a transfer and transportation mission personally presided over by His Excellency the Imperial Marshal Goering, and there must be no mistakes."

"Light We, the station garrison troops, can't withstand such a powerful offensive from the Russians. There must be at least hundreds of Russian tanks outside! The Russians must know what's in the station. The news has been leaked, and they are rushing over like crazy to take back their treasures. "

"I know this is not your original mission, but please stay and help us, please!"

Compared to Hermann, his rank is a lieutenant colonel in the Wehrmacht. With a tone of pleading that was almost kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, he was so anxious that he said all the good things he hadn't said in the past few years.

If the gentleman in front of him is unhappy and doesn't stay to help, not only the treasures in this station, but also the two battalions of the Wehrmacht garrison led by him will be finished.

Let alone the fact that his own troops are far behind the Russians who are besieging outside, the combat effectiveness of this unit is far from comparable to that of the Russians.

All his men are urgently recruited from the country, the youngest is over 30 years old, and most of them are second-line garrison troops with no military experience and have never touched a gun. Even he himself is a half-baked man who has been retired for almost ten years and was pulled back to the army to make up the numbers.

It sounds good to say that it is a second-line garrison. Such a hodgepodge of patchwork is, to put it bluntly, a third-line security team. It is only slightly better than the SS-occupied security forces who only know how to drink, play cards, and play with women all day, and take Russian peasants as punching bags, and are occasionally killed in the counterattack.

The weapons and equipment were extremely poor, and there was nothing to see. Not to mention the heavy infantry weapons such as anti-tank guns, even the grenades and ammunition supplies were distributed according to the lowest standards.

This group of people could rely on the railway station to deal with the Russian guerrillas who wanted to take advantage of them, but if they really encountered the regular field infantry of the Russians, they would be in trouble. Do you want to deal with the sea of ​​​​iron turtles rushing towards you in a disorderly manner? You are so crazy even if you talk in your sleep!