Out of nowhere they appeared, miles behind the front line, falling on undefended convoys like wolves on a flock of sheep.
 
 
 
Machine-guns blazed, trucks were blasted to pieces, and men fell in roadside ditches.
 
They were gone as swiftly as they had come, and yet another British supply column was left a smoking ruin.
 
 
 
They were German guerrilla fighters, trained killers every one, and they were led by a man as fearless and cunning as any. Captain Shultz was his name - special Nazi command.
 
 
 
Soon the question was on every British soldier's lips ... where will 'Mad Shultz' strike next?
 
 
 
 
 
 Ken Barr (cover)
 
 
 
 
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