A Weird Theater That Started In London

There was silence around 　　, occasionally there were sporadic gunshots coming from a distance, but it had nothing to do with this school.

　　 After observing for a while, Captain McKay crawled out of the bunker. He guessed that the enemy should have been killed by something like a dagger.

　　Because of such a strong smell of blood, it cannot be caused by the German retreat.

　　 But those corpses had been dragged by Lu Li into the distant bushes, and he had also covered them with leaves and branches. If they hadn't deliberately searched for them, they would have been unable to find them.

"What exactly happened here?"

　　 A soldier kept looking around, trying to follow the blood stain to figure out what happened.

　　 It's a pity, nothing has been discovered—

　　The blood stains are far apart, intermittently, and finally seem to disappear out of thin air.

　　 In fact, Lu Li's weird speed and jumping ability felt incredible to him, let alone other people.

　　 "Sir, what should I do next, report to the camp, and continue to stick to the building."

　　 "Contain the corpse, bury it in the garden first, and then bring it back to the mainland for burial when the war is over."

Until now, Captain McKay hadn’t figured out the reason, but the bad situation made him think about it. He could only press his mind and continue to deal with the war. He urged: “It’s all faster, maybe the enemy will touch it again soon. NS!"

　　 "Yes...yes, sir."

　　 The surviving soldiers hurried over, digging holes and picking up branches with engineer shovel.

　　 "Captain, where are the Germans?" Lu Li walked out of the shadows, his face on guard.

　　 McKay wiped away the blood stains in his hands with leaves, and said casually: "Dead, but no corpses."

　　 "Is anyone injured in your place? I remember the German threw a grenade in."

　　 "No, they all moved to the top of the school."

　　 said, Lu Li stepped forward to help deal with the corpse, but he looked a little tired.

　　 However, no one cares. After all, long-term marches and battles make everyone feel exhausted physically and mentally. If they are full of energy, that is not in line with common sense.

　　 More than ten minutes later, the soldiers present gathered around the grave and chanted prayers. In addition, Captain McKay deliberately removed two wooden boards from the abandoned box, nailed them into crosses, and inserted them into the grave.

　　 In this way, the simple farewell ceremony is over.

　　 Listening to the sound of the surrounding explosions becoming less and less, a soldier suggested: "Go upstairs and rest. In a short time, the Germans should not come again."

　　 Captain McKay nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, everyone takes turns to watch the night."

　　 Lu Li had no objection to this, but he still had concerns in his heart: Will Henry and Munch help keep the secret? The worst plan is to escape quickly and fight alone for the rest of the time.

　　 As for whether it is worthwhile to rashly expose his ability, Lu Li hadn't even thought about it.

　　 In that situation, it was impossible for him to watch Munch go to death with his own eyes, even if this guy was an NPC, a plot character, or a program set by the principal.

　　Because Lu Li always firmly believes that everyone who fights alongside him has flesh and blood, just like Mr. Conan Doyle.

　　 With this complicated mentality, he followed Captain McKay and others into the teaching building.

　　 After a short while, Munch greeted him, pointed to the portable stove and said, "Boss, I made you a cup of hot tea."

　　 But soon, he noticed that some people had not returned and their smiles gradually disappeared.

　　 "Thank you." Lu Li took the tea mug, looked around, and said, "Where are Miller?"

　　 "Observing the form of the Arnhem Bridge on the top floor, the Germans have just fired three flares."

　　 Munch sensed that Lu Qiqi was suspicious, and added in a low voice: "Sergeant Henry is a bit tired. Since he got up, he has been squatting in the corner to rest."

"This guy…"

　　 Captain McKay shook his head and rushed in front of Lu Li and said, "I'm guarding at the entrance of the corridor. You can find a place to rest."

　　 Hearing this, Lu Li looked down at the military watch: at 1:40 in the morning, it will take another five hours to get dawn, which means that the advantage of night vision can be maintained for five hours.

　　 At this point, he turned and walked upstairs with a military tea mug.

　　 "I'm not sleepy, go to the rooftop to guard."

　　 The voice reached everyone's ears.

　　 Captain McKay didn't know, so he didn't ask more about Lu Li's aftermath of the war, waved his hand to signal everyone to leave.

　　 The main building of the school, the roof top.

　　 The big guy Miller held a telescope with one hand, observing the situation on the Arnhem Bridge—

　　 From ten o'clock in the evening until now, one truck after another German infantrymen tried to break through the line of defense, while the defenders of Company A used flamethrowers to ignite them, constantly repelling the enemy's offensive.

　　 "Everyone, go downstairs and rest, I'll just stay here."

　　 Lu Li's voice came from behind.

　　 Hearing this, Miller handed him the telescope, without refusing, and after saying "call me up and change the guard in two hours", he led the other wounded soldiers downstairs.

　　 Henry crouched in the corner dormantly and quickly got up and said with a trembling, "Sir, I need me to accompany you..."

　　 "No, go downstairs and rest."

　　 Lu Li knew that he was afraid of himself, especially when he had just killed someone, and the strong smell of blood couldn't be concealed. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com

　　 "Sir, I have left you half a pack of cigarettes, and so are the blankets."

　　 After putting down the things, Henry walked away quickly.

　　Looking at the figure going away, Lu Li silently lit the match, walked to the handrail, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the burning bridge not far away.

　　 Although I can understand Henry's behavior, it really doesn't feel good.

　　 At this moment, Lieutenant Greyburn is supervising all the soldiers retreating behind the bunker. He is seriously injured on the face, but remains on the bridge.

　　 Standing on a high place, watching the black smoke spirally rising from the wreckage of the vehicle, Lu Centric thought: It seems that the night will be quiet.

　　 After all, it is unlikely that the Germans on the South Bank will launch a large-scale attack before the abandoned vehicles are cleared away, and it is estimated that the Germans in the rear will need time to reorganize their equipment and morale.

　　 The facts are exactly as Lu Li guessed.

　　 Before dawn, the fighting stopped for nearly five hours, as if both sides were taking a deep breath.

　　 In the second half of the night, Lu Li didn't do anything except for leaving cigarette butts all over the floor.

　　 And now, at the very first moment when the sun is shining, Dutch resident Herremann sneaked upstairs and came to a four-story room overlooking the country road.

　　 There, he saw a dead German soldier lying on a flowerbed full of tulips, and a dozen armored vehicles lined up in the grass beside it, indicating that a new battle was about to begin.

　　Hellerman closed the curtains, his heart sank to the bottom, a quick glance, he noticed the costume shop opposite, the night's battle shattered the window glass, and rows of armored knight models fell to the ground.

　　 The gentleman shed tears emotionally and turned his face away. He hoped that this scene was not prophetic.