Although Hansen was hiding in the haystack, the conversation outside was still clearly heard. Judging from the sound of horse hooves, Hansen estimated that there should be more than 20 people on the other side, and Hansen had only 7 bullets in his hand, but Hansen still held the pistol in his hand tightly.

"Haha...haha... brothers, you guys see that this little bitch has a little blushing today. It's great. I'll enjoy it after I finish my work, haha."

"Haha, Captain...you have finished enjoying it,...you will also reward your brothers with the fire."

When Katyusha heard this, her face turned pale, her legs were trembling, and she almost couldn't stand steadily. In fact, Katyusha wanted to turn around and run away, but Katyusha thought that Hansen was still hiding in the haystack, so she held back the fear in her heart. Her eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, and her hands unconsciously protected her chest, and she hurriedly retreated in panic.

How could Katyusha retreat? "Dada..." More than a dozen Soviet militia riding horses surrounded the terrified Katyusha. At this time, Katyusha hoped that Hansen, the hero in his heart, would appear in front of her like a god, and send all the demons to hell.

"Baopa...ahhhhh!!! Woohhhhh..."

The captain named Wole looked at the terrified Katyusha, and he dared to escape in front of him. He raised his hand and whipped Katyusha's body. Katyusha screamed and kept touching the place where the horse whip was whipped with his hands. At the same time, because of the severe and heart-wrenching pain, Katyusha burst into tears.

"Little bitch, tell me, have you seen a German pilot? Did you hide this little bitch? Say, or I will strip you alive, haha..."

"Wuwuwu...no...I didn't see anything German...pilot...no...no!!Wuwuwu..."

"Nothing, it must be that you, the little bitch, hid it. I'll show you this."

The captain named Wole turned over and got off the horse, grabbed the terrified Katyusha, and slapped Katyusha to the ground:

"Ba...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Hahaha... Let me be happy first, let my brother take turns to you. Haha..."

The Soviet militia captain named Wole slapped Katyusha to the ground, and then a vicious dog slapped his food, pressing his huge body on Katyusha, and then began to snatch Rakatyusha's broken pants.

Hansen's bloody man could not bear such humiliation from the woman he loved. Hansen lifted the straw covering his body with his hand and crawled out with severe pain.

"Bang...bump...bang..."

Hansen moved in to leave a lesson for himself. But he forgot when he fired it, because Hansen wanted to kill all these demons. Hansen's shooting skills were extremely accurate, and he was so close to the distance of a ruler. The Soviet militia captain pressed on Katyusha was first shot, and dirty blood sputtered Katyusha's face:

"Quick, hurry...that German devil has no bullets."

"Ahhhhh!! Sen, save me..."

The extremely frightened Katyusha still couldn't help but call for help at Hansen. Unfortunately, Hansen had no bullets anymore. Hansen killed seven Soviet militias in just a few seconds. The angry Soviet militias caught Hansen, hung him and Katyusha on the wooden fence where the cow was tied, and began to whip with horse whip:

"Katyusha...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Baoba...baoba..."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"bump……"

The gate of the cowshed was kicked open. Judging from their clothes, it should be concluded that it was the German Wehrmacht, because only Li Mo's paratroopers wore camouflage uniforms.

"Tada...Tada...Ahhhh!!!"

This was the militia screaming, but unfortunately the one who came was the most elite storm commando of the National Defense Forces. They were not subject to battlefield discipline. All the Soviet militia in the cowshed yard were their targets for shooting. In an instant, it was completely quiet. Even Hansen had his head hung down and was hanging on the wooden fence, swaying left and right. Hansen's broken leg had broken for the second time, and the consequence was that Hansen fainted from pain. Katyusha had been shocked and looked at the group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms in horror.

An officer like a captain walked up to Hansen, stretched out his hand and raised Hansen's chin to look at it, and said:

"That's right, it's Colonel Hansen. Hurry up and inform the superiors. We have found Colonel Hansen. Colonel Hansen is seriously injured and needs immediate surgery. At the same time, it needs support from the Fa223 transport helicopter."

"I am Storm, call the headquarters, please answer when I hear it..."

"The headquarters received it, please tell me the storm."

"Col. Hansen has successfully rescued him and needs six fa223 transport helicopters to support him, with coordinates of 333°15″E-long and 222°32″E-long and 222°32″E-long.”

"The headquarters understands it, schedule it immediately."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, everything is for Germany..."

The one who came to rescue Colonel Hansen was the "Storm Commando" of the National Defense Force. The "Storm Commando" immediately set off after receiving the telegram requested help from the Defense Force Air Force. When Hansen's plane was hit and returned after a difficult drop of the bomb, Hansen's wingman also dropped the bomb immediately. Then he followed Colonel Hansen's plane. The wingman desperately contacted Colonel Hansen, but he couldn't get in touch.

Because Colonel Hansen's radio communication was broken, the wingman could only watch Hansen parachuting and then the plane exploded in the air. After Hansen parachuting, Hansen's wingman immediately reported the situation through his own radio and reported the coordinates of Hansen's landing, otherwise the "Storm Commando" would not have arrived so quickly.

Thirty minutes later, the National Defense Forces' Fa223 transport helicopter came. They didn't want to take Katyusha with them. Seeing Katyusha tightly grasping Colonel Hansen's hand and not relaxing, the "Storm Commando" was afraid that Hansen would suddenly slip away from their hands. The "Storm Commando" probably was the Russian girl who saved Hansen. He said that the girl had many scars on her body, so he took Katyusha to leave the dilapidated and air-splied bullpen. Although the ugly appearance of the Fa223 transport helicopter is ugly, its transportation capacity has been transformed by Li Mo, and its transportation capacity is about 2 tons. Now it is an excellent helicopter.

Li Mo, the Northern Army Group and the Central Army Group, did not care about it, and would not interfere in the affairs of those grandsons. It is serious to see his own acre of three-point land first.

Various war reports sent from the front line gathered here. If you should send them to the Staff Office, you should send them to the Staff Office. If you should send them to the front line, you should send them to the troops. Everyone is busy without hesitation.

…(To be continued)

ps: There are 2 days left to go for double monthly tickets.
Chapter completed!