"Whew, it looks like it's human......"

A tall man in a German sergeant's uniform and a steel helmet muttered something to the other four, and then reached out to stop the hostile behavior of the other three.

"I really didn't expect that there were still living people here!"

Another corporal in an Italian military uniform cursed and put away the M1 semi-automatic rifle that he had been aiming at and hung it behind his shoulder.

"Come on, we're not going to shoot anymore."

"Hurry up!"

The other two men, dressed in field uniforms of unknown local branches, beckoned to me.

So I still chose to forget about the unpleasantness that happened just now and immediately ran over.

"Here I have one thing to say to you, Mr. Major."

The sergeant glanced at my epaulettes and said to me with a nonchalant look on his face.

"My name is Alpha, just call me that."

“…… Alpha? It's really an easy-to-understand pseudonym, or not, I'm the captain of this team, and my nickname is Vulture, and all the fucking ranks here are bullshit, do you know? ”

The tone of the tall man, who had seemed to be very calm, became more and more vicious, and finally grabbed me by the collar and yelled at my face, which really scared me.

"Understood, vulture, I wonder what I should do?"

I nodded, then asked.

“…… It's so fucking unpleasantly calm, and those damn snipers are a bastard virtue......"

Seeing no satisfactory response, the vulture let go of my collar and combed it with his hands—it looked like a thick figure on the outside and thin on the inside.

"Is this man okay, Captain?"

One of the field jersey duo asked, "This is a very young-looking young man, with a traditional German look and black eyes and hair, but is it a little too small?" And at this moment, his fingers seemed to play with the Rimbaud knife in his hand unconcernedly, the kind of weapon that looked more fierce than the watermelon knife, and no one wanted to be cut on his body.

The other man in a field uniform was an obvious Caucasian, with long blond hair and blue eyes, and it would be a pity not to be a duck with his dignified appearance, holding a 7.92mm caliber GEEHG43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, but he looked like an Englishman, and was now looking out with a wary face.

"The one in the Italian uniform is our doctor, who used to be an excellent field medic, you can call him a doctor, and he also has a very good hit rate in medium-range shooting."

The vulture pointed at the tall, thin-looking Italian, and I shook it with the doctor, his hands thick and steady, his blue eyes showing gentle kindness.

"This young man is our excellent assault player, the best at close-range sports shooting, an excellent gunner and an excellent knife player, especially good at the use of light firearms and cold weapons, you just call him a monkey."

The vulture laughed and patted the young man on the shoulder to introduce me, and I shook his hand, his hand was hard but flexible, and he was looking at me with a slightly shy smile.

"He's our best engineer and demolitionist, and not only that's trustworthy in mid to long range shots, he's a good all-rounder, and we all call him a priest – and you'll soon know why."

The vulture made a gesture for the monkey to take over the guard, and then introduced me to the blonde man in front of me.

I shook his hand, but as soon as I grabbed his fingers, he waved them up and down and let go, as if he were an unapproachable person.

"Finally, let me introduce myself, my nickname is Vulture, and I am our fireman here, who is good at the use of heavy firearms, how about boy, you can also introduce yourself."

The vulture said as he wrapped his arms around my neck and said enthusiastically.

It seems that he wants to create a pleasant environment for the team, and it seems that he is ready to accept me as a partner.

- If you don't give face at this time, it's really brainless.

"I'm very confident in my sight and feelings, I used to be a sniper instructor and then I've been fighting on the battlefield for almost a year and a half."

Speaking of which, I stopped, after all, coming back from the dead is a rather unacceptable thing, so it's better not to talk too much.

"Well, it seems that we finally have the manpower for long-range suppression here, and you are welcome to join - Alpha, but we don't have sniper rifles or similar weapons here, so you can take a break now."

The vulture said this, and handed me the M1 semi-automatic rifle he was carrying, and I could only salute in response to this trust.

"Fuck the military salute and forget about them later!"

The vulture replied with a hard salute and laughed and scolded.

"By the way, looking at you guys so vigilant, is there a Soviet army here?"

I finally couldn't hold back my doubts and asked the question.

"SHIT, compared to the enemies we have to face every day, those Soviets are simply angels...... It's a weird place, and if you don't fight, you'll have to die...... Without further ado, I'll tell you a few things to keep in mind. ”

The vulture spat at the purulent phlegm at this, found a horizontal oil drum and sat down, and motioned for me to sit on the other side.