Chen Ming carefully looked at the German soldiers outside, and made sure that there would be no danger for the time being, so he took out the first-aid kit he carried with him, and prepared to bandage the wounded.

It's just that this person refused with a tough attitude, and the strength of his hands was terrifying, not at all like a seriously injured and dying injury.

Helplessly, Chen Ming took out the battlefield morphine in the first-aid kit and shook it in front of him: "This can reduce your pain, and may even make you last a little longer!" ”

Then he stabbed a small morphine syringe into his strength.

After only a few seconds, Ben's face, which was slightly distorted by the pain of the injury, regained three points of calm, and he could barely speak: "Major, Xie... Thank you! ”

Chen Ming waved his hand and asked, "Are you the only one alive?" I've seen four people retreat before! ”

"Four people still alive? That must be it, all those who stay here are dead, and I guess it's going to be soon! "It may be that the power of morphine has come up, and the wounded soldier is speaking more and more eloquently.

Chen Ming frowned and continued to ask, "Then what did you find?" Or useful intelligence? I think you should know what I'm here for! ”

"Yes, Major!" The wounded soldier struggled twice to sit up, but Chen Ming hurriedly went over and picked him up.

He gently lifted the tent up a gap, pointed to a smaller tent in the distance, and said, "Mr. Major, that tent is Fritz. Quri's command post! We came in just in time for him to call a meeting of all the officers, and we just ran into each other! ”

"Calling a meeting?" Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and he wondered if he could use the previous method to stew the officers in this room!

"Yes!" After all, the wounded soldier was still physically exhausted, and sat down on the ground again with exhaustion: "After we attacked, they began to disperse and search, and now there may only be Fritz in that command post. Quri himself! ”

After a slight hesitation, the wounded soldier asked a question that seemed unrelated to the one in front of him: "Mr. Major, do you think France will win?" ”

Chen Ming, who was observing the enemy's search movements, was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned back to look in the direction of the wounded soldiers.

This brave soldier was like a normal person who was not injured at this time, his face was ruddy, and his eyes still had a look of anticipation and longing, as if what Chen Ming said would be the truth that he would always believe.

"Yes! Soldiers, France will win! Chen Ming replied firmly.

"But we've lost Paris!"

"So what?" Chen Ming pointed to the north: "As long as General de Gaulle is still there, as long as the general is still leading the people of France, we will definitely win!" ”

"Yes! General de Gaulle! That's an admirable gentleman! Thank you, Mr. Major! The wounded soldier took out a cloth bag from his jacket pocket and handed it to Chen Ming: "If you have it, help me hand it over to my younger brother!" ”

Chen Ming knew what was here, which represented trust and hope, he took it with both hands, solemnly put it down in the carrying bag, and when he looked up again, he found that the seriously injured soldier had died.

He should still have a lot to say, but time doesn't allow him to do too much, maybe God will take care of him, and Chen Ming will come when he is seriously injured and died, but people are still dead after all!

Chen Ming flattened the soldier's body, took out a blanket from the miscellaneous items next to him, covered the corpse, and bowed solemnly.

He can't agree with the approach of some French high-ups during World War II, but he doesn't deny that the French are bloody!

After all, they lived up to the praise of the Gallic rooster, and when they returned to the land one day, they hoped that they would still hold their heads up proudly.

Shifting his attention to the small headquarters, compared to the tall tent next to it, this tent was really not conspicuous enough, if it wasn't for someone to remind him, even Chen Ming wouldn't think that this was the command post of the 253rd Division.

But after a while of observation, Chen Ming also determined that this inconspicuous building was the headquarters of the 253rd Division.

Now, all you have to do is wait, wait for an opportunity!

There were four heavily armed guards standing guard at the door of the command post, and even though the battle was already raging in front of them, these four guards still stood guard at the door of the command post.

And what put more pressure on Chen Ming was not these four door gods, but the soldiers of the search team who were gradually approaching.

Perhaps because they had just been raided, the search party didn't think so, even though the raiders didn't achieve their goal.

They took the battleground as the center of the circle, and searched closely outward in circles, not letting go of any suspicious target, and if they continued to search at this speed, it would not be long before the tent where Chen Ming was hiding would be exposed.

"Wait another five minutes! If you don't have a chance yet, retreat first! Chen Ming secretly decided that five minutes was already his limit on the premise of being able to ensure his safety.

It's just that he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly!

A second lieutenant herald hurried into the command post, and after only a dozen seconds, he turned around again, shouting something to the soldiers who were searching for the raiding party.

The soldiers immediately abandoned their ongoing search mission and all of them gathered to the front line.

The four guards at the door of the command post, as if they had received some order, looked at each other and hesitated, leaving two to continue to stand guard, and the other two also ran towards the place where the fire was exchanged.

It's a godsend! Chen Ming took out the 38 style and prepared to put the two guards down from a distance, but after thinking about it, he still gave up this relatively safe method.

If the sound of gunfire or the sound of the guards falling to the ground alarmed the Fritz inside the tent. Qu Li, he started to run away without caring about anything, he really couldn't do anything about him, anyway, it was no fun to capture him alive.

Pulling out the thorn, Chen Ming carefully lurked behind one of the guards with the help of the shadows between the tents and the blind spot in the sight of the two guards.

Flicked the military thorn in his hand, and at the moment when the other guard turned around, Chen Ming rushed out with an arrow step, covering the guard's mouth and nose with his left hand, and stabbing straight into the back with his right hand.

Feeling that the body in his hand twitched twice and then stopped moving, Chen Ming didn't dare to delay, pulled out his bayonet and threw himself at another guard.

This second guard was obviously a veteran of the battlefield, and when he felt that something was wrong, he didn't pull out his gun at all, he directly twitched his bayonet and didn't fight back, he straightened forward, and Chen Ming's knife fell short.

Chen Ming has never seen this kind of response, so he can only sigh that this person reacts really quickly, as long as he is half a second at night, he can make a contribution with this knife, but now he has to face the dilemma of fighting with a good veteran.

At this time, it was important to be in a hurry, Chen Ming didn't mean to compete with him to see whose knife was more smooth, seeing that the veteran had already gotten up, Chen Ming didn't care whether he was exposed or not, and pulled out 1911 is three shots.

The loud gunfire apparently alarmed the division commander Fritz, who had been in the tent all along, and Fritz, who was probably also a good soldier at once, was really not vigilant, and as soon as he lifted the curtain of the tent, he was ready to come out to see what was happening.

was kicked in the stomach by Chen Ming, who was about to go in, and kicked it back directly, and rolled twice before hitting the table foot and stopping.

Seeing Chen Ming's military uniform, Fritz jumped up and wanted hand-to-hand combat, but the barrel of a gun with a black hole pointed at his head made this idea of hand-to-hand combat disappear.

Chen Ming knew that he didn't have much time, and he was afraid that the gunshots and movements here would soon be noticed, so he knocked Fritz unconscious with the butt of a gun, tied it with a rope that had been prepared for a long time, and prepared to run away with it on his shoulder.

As soon as he ran to the door, he thought about what was missing, turned around again, put the large pile of papers and documents spread out on the table into his backpack as much as possible, and ripped off a combat map nailed to the wall and crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his bag, and then continued to run.

It is a pity that after such a delay, the Germans have already discovered that something is wrong, and the people who came to check the situation were still more than 20 meters away from the command post, when suddenly the tent curtain was lifted, and a person carried something to the rear of the camp.

These few people who came to check the situation were stunned when they saw this situation, and gave Chen Ming a few precious seconds to run, and then they realized that something had happened, pulled out their guns and chased after them.

Chen Ming also knew that he was running away with a two-hundred-pound adult, it was not an ordinary tiredness, the only good news was that because he took care of the life of the division commander, the pursuers behind did not dare to shoot at will.

chased and escaped, and ran out for a few hundred meters in a blink of an eye, Chen Ming felt that he was no longer good, although it was not a problem to run these hundreds of meters with his own weight, but as soon as this person lost consciousness, why was he so heavy.

The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, and even a few who were confident in their marksmanship were already half-kneeling on the ground and ready to shoot.

Just as Chen Ming was thinking about whether to throw Fritz away and find cover for himself first, a "click" sound sounded in front of him.

"Tanks?" Chen Ming scolded secretly: "This time it's a dead death!" ”

Before Chen Ming could react, there was a muffled sound of "tom", and a cannonball with a terrifying scream flew over Chen Ming's head and landed not far behind the group of pursuers.

With a "boom", more than a dozen pursuers were instantly lifted around, and a few were close to the ground, and those who were unlucky were directly killed.

The rest of the lucky ones didn't get better for long, they just staggered to their feet, and a series of machine guns harvested their lives like cutting leeks, chasing behind Chen Ming, and the German soldiers who chased Chen Ming like lost dogs were all killed in an instant!

Chen Ming was still a little stunned, he didn't expect this to be the result, once he thought he was dead, and even considered throwing Fritz away, but things got better in an instant.

The "click" sound of the track marching sounded again, and a behemoth turned out from the path ahead, and Lin Xue was happily waving at him over there.