Night of the Nazi Zombies by Michael G. Thomas Read Free Book Online

fifty plus infantry and armour.   Right now we need to get back on mission,” Smith replied.
    “Yes…you’re right,” agreed Harvey.
    Though he obviously lacked the combat experience of Smith, he certainly seemed to know when to take advice.   Smith considered what he had seen so far, the officer was as bad as his instincts had first told him.
    The night was filled by the most appalling screech, a sound none of them had heard before, not even in their worst nightmares.   The sound was closely followed by gunfire from the direction of the approaching column.   The British soldiers hit the ground automatically, their training and experience kicking in.   As the men huddled down as low as they could, nothing happened.   Though the battle continued no fire came down upon their positions.   Smith moved up to the cover of the sandbags and surveyed the horizon.   He signalled to the others to keep their heads down.   He could just make out the rough silhouette of the crashed glider along the tree line, about the same distance again a vehicle was burning.
    “Are those the vehicles you spotted?” he asked Chard.
    “Yes, they’ve stopped though,” he replied.
    From their position they could now make out the column, especially as the burning trucks lit up the area around it.   There was obviously some kind of battle going on, though who was involved they didn’t know.   Peters used his binoculars to get a better view.
    “I can see one truck on fire and another two, no…three more trucks behind it.   Chard is right, there’s an armoured car at the front and another vehicle that I can’t make out at the rear,” said Peters.  
    “What about infantry?” asked Harvey.   “How many men are we talking about?”
    “I can’t tell, Sir.   I can see a lot of people and a lot of shooting,” said Peters.
    Sergeant Smith scratched his chin, “Maybe they were ambushed by another one of our units, maybe even the resistance?   Either way, they’re too busy to worry about us now.”
    More explosions lit up the sky, it looked as though the German soldiers were in a maelstrom of fire as tracer and grenades that gave the British soldiers glimpses of the distant battle.  
    “Chard!” called Smith.
    “Take Trent and Harris and get a closer look.   Don’t hang around, we’ll be leaving soon.”
    Chard moved off with the other two in the direction of the battle.
    Smith called out to the rest, “Grab what you can, we’re leaving in five minutes.”

     
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    The group of three men had moved as close to the German vehicles as they dared.   Though it was now quiet they were all acutely aware that they were potentially massively outnumbered and had no idea what was out there.   About two hundred yards behind was the small wooded area, and immediately behind that was the crashed glider.   Even as they lay prone watching the German column, the remaining British soldiers would be removing everything they could use from the glider as well as salvaging German weapons and equipment from the battle.
    “Look at this,” called Trent.
    From his vantage point he had an excellent view of the lane and could see each of the vehicles.  
    “What?” replied a nervous sounding Harris.
    Trent pointed out towards the vehicles, describing what he saw.
    “It looks like something spooked the column, see, look at the closest truck.”
    Chard lifted himself up, confirming Trent’s observations.
    “Yeah, I can see it.   The first truck has dropped into the ditch, the rest stopped behind it and the armoured car…”
    “Yes?” asked Harris.
    Chard continued, “the armoured car is in the middle of the field off to the east.”
    “I don’t understand, I can see why the column stopped, but why is the car so far away?” said a confused Harris.
    “Maybe they were chasing somebody,” added Trent, “or trying to get away from somebody?”
    “Maybe, but if they were being attacked, why is there no fire or smoke?   Did