When he heard that the troops were driving towards the front without any obstacles, Trafkin couldn't help but be anxious. If he was really transported to Zhitomir, the mission of searching for the Amber House would be completely failed. Moreover, the three of them would not have the chance to escape when they arrived on the battlefield. They would definitely be incorporated into the offensive force and would face the fate of being killed by their own bullets or bombed by their own shells.

Just as he racked his brains and thought about how to escape, a huge explosion suddenly sounded in front of him. The truck stopped suddenly. As soon as the car stopped, the second lieutenant in the team asked loudly: "What's going on? Why stop the car?"

A German soldier sitting in the front row quickly knocked on the board of the bridge with his hands. The driver turned his head and pulled away the glass separating the bridge from the car. The soldiers could not convey the original words of the second lieutenant, and said loudly: "Mr. Lieutenant, the car in the front of the convoy seems to be loaded with landmines. We may have to stop here for a while and wait for the engineers to remove the mines on the road before advancing."

The second lieutenant heard this and then said to Gretka, who was trying to get out of the car by scrambling water and taking the opportunity to get out of the car: "Corporal, why are you doing standing up? Why don't you sit down quickly!"

"Mr. Lieutenant," said Gretka in a panic, "I'm worried that we will be attacked by the Russians when we stay in the car, so it's safer to get out of the car."

"Don't worry, corporal. Just stay in the car honestly." The lieutenant said disapprovingly: "It must be the mines buried by the cowards of the guerrillas. They always do this. Once they buried the mines, they don't know where to hide."

At this time, a shout came from outside: "Mr. Major has an order and stay in the car, no one is allowed to get off! He stays in the car, no one is allowed to get off!..."

The lieutenant leaned over and lifted the canvas at the rear of the car, looked outside, then turned his head and said to the soldiers in the car, "Everyone has heard it. The car in front must have accidentally pressed on the mines buried by the Russian guerrillas. The major should be planning to send engineers to clear the mines. In order to prevent chaos, everyone stayed in the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shouts of the soldiers under the car suddenly stopped. In the lieutenant's shocked gaze, the soldier's head wearing a steel helmet suddenly raised his head back, and then fell straight on the snow. The lieutenant, who was startled, quickly let go of the canvas in his hand and retracted his body back into the car, because he knew he had encountered a Soviet sniper. Through the gaps in the canvas, Gretka could clearly see the soldier lying in the snow, his feet constantly twitching.

"It's the Russian sniper," Gretka leaned close to the lieutenant's ear and said loudly: "Mr. Lieutenant, we should leave the car immediately and find a place to hide, otherwise we will be killed one by one by one by the Russian sniper."

"No, no. No one is allowed to get out of the car, they are all staying in the car." The lieutenant said in horror: "This may be the Russian guerrillas. It seems that they will not be too many people and have no heavy weapons. Otherwise, they would have rushed up or blown up our car with mortars."

Almost as the lieutenant said this, a huge explosion came from outside, shaking the entire carriage. The explosion wave lifted up the canvas at the rear of the car high. Everyone in the carriage saw the truck more than twenty meters away from behind. Something was hit by it. The entire carriage was burning. The soldiers all over the fire jumped out of the car, waving their hands and screaming and running around.

Seeing this situation, Trafkin and Gretka immediately understood that the truck behind was hit by a 40 rocket launcher. The soldiers in the car saw that the truck behind was hit by a mysterious weapon, and were afraid that they would repeat the same mistakes. Regardless of the second lieutenant's obstruction, they rushed down the car like dumplings.

The first soldier who jumped down fell to the snow as soon as his feet landed on the ground.

"There is a Russian sniper!" Seeing his companion lying on the ground, the blood from the snow under his body immediately turned red. A German soldier who jumped out of the car picked up the submachine gun in his hand and flew in the direction that might have been a bullet. While pulling the trigger desperately, he shouted in a panic.

Before he could finish a magazine, the scolding and shooting stopped suddenly. Then, the sound of heavy objects falling heavily into the snow came from the car. Other soldiers who jumped out of the car quickly lay down in the snow and shot aimlessly towards the forest where the bullets flew in.

"The opportunity is here," Trafkin saw that only he and the timid second lieutenant were left in the carriage, and he whispered to his two comrades: "We can escape to the forest while the chaos."

"But, where should we run?" said the cultural relics expert in panic: "We are wearing German military uniforms. If we are beaten to death by our own people, it would be too unfair."

Perhaps it was so loud that the lieutenant who was hiding behind the baffle and shooting at the forest with a pistol with a pistol, heard it. He turned his head and said in horror, "You are Russians." After that, he raised his gun and aimed at Trafkin and the others, and instinctively pulled the trigger.

The bolt fired twice, but no bullets flew out. Trafkin was experienced and heard that the lieutenant's gun was stuck. He quickly threw the opponent to the ground, covered his mouth with his left hand, and pulled out a dagger with his right hand and stabbed the lieutenant in the chest twice.

After the lieutenant stopped struggling and lay motionless in the carriage, Trafkin sat upright and took a few breaths, pointed to the tarp on the side with his hand, and said to Gretka: "Comrade lieutenant, in order to prevent him from accidentally being injured by our troops when getting off the car, you cut a hole in the tarp over there and we will get off from there."

The Bullets and Rockets flew over from the north side of the road, and getting off the car from the south side was undoubtedly the safest. Gretka nodded, pulled out the dagger, got up and made a big hole in the tarpaulin, and climbed out first.

When all three of them got out of the car, they looked at the German soldiers lying beside the dozen trucks lined up on the road and in the snow below, shooting desperately towards the forest in the north. Seeing that no one noticed him, Trafkin whispered, "Run!" and took the lead in running towards the forest on the south side.

The three of them ran in the kneeless snow in the forest for a while. When they heard the gunshots and explosions outside gradually faded away, they found a place to go against the lee and stopped.

Gretka gasped and said to Trafkin: "Major, I think the ambushing convoy should be our regular troops."

"If it is a regular army, why don't they rush out?" asked the cultural relics expert in confusion: "With their weapons, there should be no problem in rushing out to eliminate the enemies on the ground truck."

"Comrade Expert," said Trafkin politely: "The 40 bazooka used by the ambush troops is currently equipped with only the Guard Division, not even ordinary infantry divisions, let alone the guerrillas that are not included in the organization. And from the sound of shooting, I heard the sound of new assault rifles. This kind of gun is only available like the most elite Guards, No. 51 and No. 52, so I dare to conclude that the attacking convoy is our regular troops. The reason why they did not rush onto the highway was that they had too few people, and they could only harass and delay the German advancement and could not destroy them."

After Gretka finished speaking, he asked loudly: "Comrade Major, what should we do now?"

"Is that more? Of course, it's time to go back to Lutsk. Our mission has not been completed yet." Trafkin replied loudly: "If any of us has an accident or gets separated, the remaining people should also find ways to return to Lutsk, contact the guerrillas outside the city, and report the information here to the Army Command through their radio stations."

"But, Major," said Gretka in embarrassment: "We have no documents and no passes, so we can't move forward. Once we encounter a battlefield military police, we will be shot as deserters."

The cultural relics expert looked in the direction of gunfire from afar, and then suggested: "Maybe we can wait until the battle is over and search the bodies of the soldiers who were killed on the road. Maybe we can find documents and passes."

"Comrade Expert, this is impossible." His proposal was opposed by Gretka as soon as he left: "All the soldiers' documents were taken away, and we risked our return to the road in vain."

The cultural relics expert continued unwillingly: "Then can we tell the military police that the ID is lost?"

"No, expert comrade." Gretka said with a wry smile: "Your German is not standard enough. When the military police hear it, they will arouse suspicion. If you ask a few more questions, you may get rid of it."

"Lieutenant Gretka," the expert thought for a moment, and then said again: "As far as I know, Hitler's army was very complex, and people from all countries have it. Even if German is not standard, but with your help, we might be able to get away with it."

"Losing documents will be punished." Gretka said with a wry smile: "As long as the military police put us in custody, we will know our identity."

Seeing that he made one proposal after another, all of which were rejected by Gretka without hesitation. The expert couldn't help but feel a little anxious and finally said: "Or, we'll say that the ID has been stolen."

"Has the ID been stolen?" Hearing the expert's statement, Gretka couldn't help but ponder.

When the expert saw Gretka's reaction, he thought that there might be a chance, so he asked: "Comrade Lieutenant, what do you think of my proposal?"

"I think it's good." Trafkin was worried that Gretka would deny the proposal again, so he quickly interrupted and said, "I think it's worth considering."

"Major," saw that Trafkin agreed with his opinion, the expert was overjoyed and asked quickly: "When we met a military police, did we say that the ID was stolen?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!