Chapitre 165: Chapter 164 Best Bargaining Chip
Thanks to Bailin's gift, Colonel Matveev stood with his arms hanging vertically down, full of resentment, sitting across from the German soldiers who had been beaten. Sometimes he smirked coldly, sometimes he cursed the "fascists" viciously. Beside him, a medic with a Soviet steel helmet and a white-red armband was bandaging his wounds. Lynn could only see her back, but her knee-length skirt and knee-high leather boots clearly indicated her identity as a female soldier.
Under the colonel's gaze, eight Soviet soldiers surrounded four unarmed German soldiers, continuously beating them. Two Soviet soldiers stood aside with submachine guns to deal with any resistance from the prisoners. Outside the dilapidated courtyard wall, there was a stalled Gaz car, with a Soviet soldier carrying a submachine gun facing the driver. It was unclear whether he couldn't bear to watch the violent scene or was helping the officer keep watch to prevent criticism from their own side for such unofficial actions.
Normally, with gunshot wounds to both arms, Matveev should have been sent to a field hospital for treatment as soon as possible. Judging from the scene, Lynn guessed that Colonel Matveev had been rescued by their own forces while being escorted to the rear by the Germans. The Soviet female medic then arrived in the Gaz car. She could have returned to the rear by car, but out of resentment, Matveev ordered the Soviet soldiers to beat the Germans mercilessly on the spot.
In a moment, Techimel quietly arrived by his side. Seeing him shaking his head silently, Lynn knew that Tanzeh was no longer in his original position—whether he was among the beaten German soldiers was hard to say, but the sounds of his comrades' painful cries filled him with anger. Suddenly, he thought that if they could capture Colonel Matveev again, they might be able to replay the scene of escaping from under the barrels of Soviet guns.
Pulling Techimel down, Lynn whispered, "When you hear gunshots, shoot at the driver on the car outside and the soldiers standing next to him. It's not difficult to take them out. Think of poor Marcus!"
Seeing Techimel nod, Lynn signaled him to act. Holding his double-barreled shotgun against the wall, Lynn estimated that Techimel should be in position by now. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted the shotgun to "semi-automatic" mode and darted out from the opening. Before the Soviets could notice him, he stepped forward with his left leg and sank his right leg, kneeling while simultaneously raising his arms parallel to the ground, aiming at the two Soviet soldiers standing in the courtyard, and pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang... To ensure a kill, Lynn fired three shots at each of the two Soviet soldiers with submachine guns. At a distance of less than ten meters, except for the slight deviation of the first shot from the shotgun in his left hand, the remaining five shots hit their targets. The shots ranged from bottom to top, and the last round either hit the neck or the head. The two Soviet soldiers fell back like sacks without any struggle.
As he shifted his aim, Lynn's wrists turned, and the shotguns became horizontal, firing outward in a classic stance. The soldiers who were beating the German soldiers would now pay for their violent actions—without exception, they were all standing, slightly taller than the beaten German soldiers cowering in the corner. Lynn fired without hesitation, and the new shotguns in his hands jumped joyfully. The millimeter-caliber bullets spun out of the barrels, forming an irregular fan in the air. Some penetrated unprotected bodies, while others missed their targets and hit the pretty flower wall made of rubble. When the muzzle moved to a certain position, Lynn performed a skillful movement that he had practiced hundreds of times, flicking the shotguns inward from the firing position, and almost simultaneously, clean submachine gunshots could be heard from outside the courtyard.
A few seconds later, the only person standing in the courtyard was the stunned Soviet female medic.
"Comrades, get up! They're our own!"
As Lynn loudly called out in German to his comrades against the wall who had suffered beatings, he raised his shotguns and moved quickly forward. He noticed one Soviet soldier who had participated in the beating still struggling on the ground. Without hesitation, Lynn pressed down his right hand and gave him two consecutive shots to end his pain, then walked to his comrades' side, directly opposite Colonel Matveev.
Seeing Lynn single-handedly kill ten Soviet soldiers, Colonel Matveev, who had thick lips and a swollen and bruised right face, jumped up from the steps as if he wanted to swallow the German who had made him look so miserable. However, the situation and atmosphere at the scene suppressed his anger, and his complex gaze was ultimately controlled by incredulous fear.
Techimel rushed in from the courtyard gate with his submachine gun, while the rescued German soldiers—whether they were forced by circumstances or had lost their fighting spirit and become Soviet prisoners—struggled to their feet and picked up the weapons left by the Soviet soldiers on the ground after their previous ordeal.
"Oh my God... Captain Gargo, it's really you!"
This was undoubtedly Tanzeh's voice. Thinking of Techimel mentioning his leg injury, Lynn's fingers stopped as he was about to exert force. He stepped forward, elbowed his way through, and knocked the colonel down. With a slight "crack," it was estimated that his nasal bone was also broken this time.
Sneering at the unfortunate fellow who couldn't even handle a gun, Lynn turned aggressively to the Soviet female medic. She was not like the Western stars who played Soviet female soldiers in WWII movies—quite ordinary-looking, slightly stout, but natural. Her young face was full of panic and fear.
"Go and bandage the wounds of my soldiers!"
Lynn guessed she couldn't understand German, so after saying that, he grabbed her arm and pushed her roughly towards Tanzeh's group. Perhaps due to nervousness, she stumbled and fell to the ground, her skirt slightly lifted, revealing a pair of plump and round white thighs.
In the face of life and death, Lynn was unmoved. He gestured for Techimel to come and watch the Soviet colonel, then grabbed the Soviet female medic's arm and pulled her up from the ground, pushing her towards the embarrassed comrades, and said, "Marcus, how are your injuries? Let her bandage them! Others... if they're injured, let her deal with them too. Those who can move, go to the door!"
Since Marcus could still stand with his rifle, his situation naturally wasn't too bad. He said happily, "I'm fine, Captain, no bones broken!"
Except for one soldier leaning against the wall who seemed more seriously injured, the other two responded to Lynn's words and walked towards the courtyard gate. Pushing the Soviet female medic to Tanzeh's side, Lynn pointed his shotgun at his leg, which was already wrapped in bandages, then let go and turned to walk out of the courtyard. The Gaz car parked at the door had a series of bullet holes in the windshield. Lynn opened the car door, pulled out the shot dead driver, and sat in to inspect. Although it looked different on the outside, it was exactly the same as the Gaz car he had encountered in the vampire assault team training camp. After trying it out, he easily started the engine, then turned it off, asked the two German soldiers who had arrived at the door to keep watch, and went back into the courtyard. The Soviet female medic was already helping Tanzeh treat his leg wound.
Seeing the colonel lying on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, Lynn chuckled. He walked over, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up, regardless of whether he understood or not, and said viciously, "Colonel, you better obey my arrangements obediently, otherwise... I'll make sure your legs won't move either!"
With that, Lynn pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at the colonel's legs. He glared at Lynn angrily, but strength determined momentum, and Lynn's fierce gaze forced him to shrink back.
Hearing gunshots, the surrounding Soviet troops would probably arrive soon. Lynn and Techimel pressed the Soviet colonel on either side and walked towards the Gaz car at the door, then turned to Tanzeh and said, "Marcus, let her temporarily stop the bleeding and get in the car quickly!"
"Alright!"
Perhaps seeing the Soviet female medic's flustered state, Tanzeh snatched the hemostatic powder from her hand and sprinkled it on his wound, then took out hemostatic cotton from her medical bag. Lynn didn't look back, but he was already very pleased with this manly and brave performance.
After stuffing the colonel into the back seat, Lynn handed a shotgun to Techimel and instructed coldly, "If he doesn't behave, shoot him in the legs!"
"Evil fascists, thugs, bandits!" Faced with his tooth-gnashing enemy, Colonel Matveev had nothing left but curses, although he spoke in Russian, some words were roughly understandable.
After adjusting the rearview mirror slightly, Lynn looked disdainfully at Matveev's bruised appearance and sneered, "Forget about revenge, Colonel. You're destined to fall into my hands in this lifetime!"
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