A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 "Medical soldiers!" Munch lay down behind the bulletproof steel plate, shouting loudly, beside him, lying on the Dutch girl who was shot in the abdominal cavity.

　　 The number of enemy snipers is unknown, and they may be looking for valuable prey. Therefore, the medics are curled up in the safest place. There is no substitute for him, so he must protect himself——

　　 At least one cannot waste his life on a non-combatant. This is responsible for other paratroopers.

　　 In fact, except for a few experienced veterans, everyone else lay down behind the bunker, because the successive cold shots made them afraid to show their heads.

　　 And the assembled Dutch people scattered around, like a mob.

　　 It is a pity that Lu Li can't make time, otherwise he really wants to turn his head to see the old man who claimed to "want to see the war with his own eyes" not long ago. How embarrassed he is now.

　　 Click.

　　 The submachine gun is empty.

　　 Then, a German in camouflage clothes fell from a tree. There was no sign of struggling. He was obviously beaten into a sieve.

　　 At the moment the gun fired, Lu Li subconsciously fired the gun when he saw a flame escaping from there.

　　 He knew for the first time that death is not far from him.

　　 If it wasn’t for the Dutch girl...

　　 After taking revenge, Lu Li was quite sober. He suppressed his distracting thoughts and began to shift towards the rear of the car.

According to the tutorial in the recruit training, lean down and walk forward with a cat waist quickly, like the S-shaped run in the film and television drama, and random and irregular running. In this case, it is not necessary at all, because doing so will only increase exposure. time.

　　 "Boss, it's too bad!" Munch grabbed Lu Li and said with an expression of pain.

　　Although I had anticipated it in my heart, when the war really came, no one could accept it calmly.

　　 trampling, cold guns, noise, these all brought trouble to the counterattack, at least until the people all left, no one dared to use heavy weapons.

　　Except for Germans.

　　咻——

　　 The sound of tearing the cloth sounded. This is an MG42 machine gun. Because the continuous gun sound is very similar to the sound of pulling a zipper, it was dubbed the "saw" and it was a veritable death harvester.

　　 At the moment the gun fired, the mud and cement on both sides of the road rose up everywhere, and some stray bullets passed by him, causing Lu Li to feel a burning pain.

　　 "Sir, we ran into the enemy. They have snipers and machine gun positions."

　　 The correspondent put down the walkie-talkie and tried to contact Major Gough for support, but there was no response.

　　At the same time, above everyone's heads, the bulletproof steel plate made an overwhelming sound. Obviously, it won't last long before it will be completely penetrated.

　　 "Protect the vehicle!"

　　 "Protect the vehicle!"

　　 Miller's voice came from behind.

　　 said, he picked up a PIAT and used it as a mortar.

　　 Although he didn't hit the target, this move did boost morale.

　　 Some sharpshooters judged the approximate location of their counterparts based on their voices. They saw Henry suddenly leaning over, leaving the protection area of ​​the steel plate, and shooting at a big tree in the front left of the convoy.

　　 "Munch, after all these farmers have escaped, you can shoot at the bushes. Don't begrudge bullets. We have a lot of these things."

　　 Lu Li was changing the magazine of the submachine gun, trying to control himself, not focusing on the Dutch girl.

　　 "I have a morphine here to relieve the pain, someone will come to treat you in a while, don't go to sleep..."

　　 Munch had no intention of fighting. He took out the syringe and potion from his pocket, but didn't know how to inject it, and stared at Lu Li in a daze.

　　 As soon as he shot the bullet in the air with random marksmanship, Lu Li noticed that someone was watching him, so he glanced at his side through the gap between the bullets.

　　 The girl was pale, death enveloped her eyes, and the pulse under her skin was beating weakly. A few minutes ago, he carried a plate full of food and rushed out of the crowd, but at this moment, he seemed to be a different person, looking so tired and weak, and the low cry for help was so hoarse and miserable. Her expression was so dull and vague.

　　 I remember that when we talked together, she was very enthusiastic, even aggressive.

　　 Suddenly, the sound of bullets tearing the metal came, making Lu Li's nerves tense again, and after whispering "inject into the shoulder muscles", he raised the barrel and fired in the direction of the bushes.

　　At this moment, he must think of a way to stop the enemy's machine gun position, otherwise the jeep will explode sooner or later, and this reconnaissance team will be wiped out.

　　 suppress! suppress!

　　 Sergeant Miller was thinking about fire suppression.

　　 If you don't use heavy firepower and let the MG42 take off, you will have to wait to die.

　　 Seeing that there were no civilians standing nearby, Lu Li shouted: "Put up the Bren-type light machine gun!"

　　 When the machine gunner hiding behind the car heard the news, he immediately began to set up his gun.

　　 "Monk!" Lu Li turned his head.

　　 "What do you want to do now?"

　　 This guy is always out, worse than last night's performance, like a marginal figure.

　　 can be one of the few machine gunners in the reconnaissance squad. Once he is unable to participate in the battle, the consequences will be disastrous.

"do not know!"

　　 Munch was at a loss, covering his face with his hands.

　　 The rapid transition from heaven to **** ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ makes it unacceptable.

　　 "I know it's difficult, but you have to abandon distractions and look at the performance of other soldiers. During the time you hesitate, I don't know how many civilians have died under enemy guns."

　　 Actually, Lu Li wanted to kick Munch over instead of comforting him with words.

Da da da!

　　 A string of bullets flew by, splashing warm blood on their faces, and then the two realized that something went wrong with the Dutch girl.

　　 A few seconds ago, Anhe felt physically better than ever, and wanted to go home quickly to be with his father, so he tried to stand up.

　　At the same time, the German machine gunner noticed a figure in his sight, and did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

　　 The 17-year-old Anhe Van Marnan broke his waist and fell on the road in two parts.

　　 Her eyes were sunken and dull, and her mouth opened, trying to say something, but she opened her mouth and blood spurted out, splashing Lu Li and Munch together.

　　 "God, God! Please bless me, don't let me die too tortured."

　　 Aside, correspondent Jerry let go of his hand on the walkie-talkie. After seeing such a tragic scene, he couldn't help being stunned.

　　 "Sir, what is this girl's name, if we can survive this level, should we notify her parents and relatives?"

　　 Henry said such long words for the first time.

　　 However, like other paratroopers, Lu Li didn't know her name.

　　 "Treat it as a missing person. If she has relatives, leave them a thought."

　　 Talking, Lu Li shook his head: "Munck set up a gun to cover me."

　　 He didn't want to die, at least he didn't want to die so miserably, even if the principal said it was filming, even if the senior said that after the exam, the dead candidate would be reborn in the classroom.