When Chen Ming, who could no longer see the shadow of the 18th Cavalry Regiment and identified the direction, got on his horse and galloped away.

Riding a horse galloping, the shock injury on his arm was even more serious, and his hand could barely hold the reins. Originally, it was only an hour's journey, but Chen Ming had to slow down, and it took almost two hours to arrive.

Letting go of the war horse and letting it find its own way back, Chen Ming found the sniper position he had arranged before.

Looking closely at the station in front of me from the sniper scope, it was no different from when I came before, except for the more busy crowd.

"I may have received the news that the 76th Infantry Regiment has been defeated, according to the time I came, if I have already received the news, I should not be able to wait for Lieutenant General Ivitolin, no matter what, whether it is successful in the end, it will be landed in this camp!" Glancing at the parked vehicles in the camp again, Chen Ming clicked the exit button.

As soon as he quit the game, the sharp pain in Chen Ming's body disappeared without a trace, although there was still the impression of pain in his mind.

Chen Ming moved his uninjured right arm, and understood that this situation was caused by memory inertia, and it was no wonder that others, who let himself choose the most realistic simulation environment.

Limped around a few times, moving away the slightly stiff muscles that had been lying for a long time.

After checking the defense system again, Chen Ming fell asleep without even eating.

When Chen Ming woke up from his sleep, the sky was bright, and the humid air in the jungle was like a slap in the face, which made him wake up from his dazed sleep.

After checking the surveillance video that night, Chen Ming, who breathed a sigh of relief, silently finished his breakfast, and had the heart to contact the genius or someone else, but it was better to think about it.

Since the genius said that the matter of tracking down the clues will be handed over to him, it is better to trust him.

After moving his left arm and leg slightly, the skin trauma is no longer important, and the bones are not healed in a moment.

limped to Li Si's grave, lit a cigarette, and talked to his brother.

Chen Ming is back in the game again.

Time: August 30, 1939, morning, 7 o'clock.

There are less than 46 hours left before the mandated end of the mandate.

Now only the last mission goal has not been achieved, and this mission goal is the most bottomless in his heart.

His goal was Lieutenant General Mariz von Vietolin, commander of the German 20th Motorized Rifle Division.

But Chen Ming also knew in his heart that even if Lieutenant General Ivetolin was killed, the success rate of delaying the German army's blitzkrieg in Poland would be less than 20%.

It is unlikely that a nationwide war waged by one country against another will be postponed by the death of a lieutenant general, and this 20% chance is that it will only happen if the German staff overestimates his destructiveness.

From the perspective of Chen Ming's individual combat, it is impossible to kill that mustache, or a person of the same status.

However, in Chen Ming's impression, there was no such important figure in the vicinity of Croyanti, until he obtained news of Guderian from Sergeant Finn.

He was ecstatic at that moment!

This is an existence that can be on the same level as a mustache, if you can kill this German army general, the formulator of the White Plan, the founder of the blitzkrieg, and the supreme commander of the blitzkrieg Poland operation, not to mention postponing the blitzkrieg Poland for 48 hours, it is possible to cancel the White Plan directly.

And Chen Ming also knew in his heart that he only had a chance to shoot!

This is not as simple as attacking a regimental unit, Guderian, as the supreme commander of the entire operation, naturally has no need to say the guards around him, and it is unlikely that the game company will design such a big guy to be able to stab him to death with a finger.

If you don't kill him with one shot, then let alone a second chance to snipe, it's a big question whether you can run away alive.

Because of this, Chen Ming has made a lot of arrangements here, and the location he chose is not too far from the station, 814 meters!

A tentative distance on the edge of danger.

A self has a 90% chance to kill in one hit.

And all he has to do now is wait!

There may be up to 46 hours of waiting.

The air in the forest is incomparably fresh, and the overly real environment even gives Chen Ming an illusion, as if he has returned to reality.

A slight blink of his eyes dispelled the illusion.

This was the ninth hour of crouching at this sniper position, and the system showed the time at 4:13 p.m. on August 30, 1939.

In these 9 hours, Chen Ming only went offline to eat some things and drink a sip of water, which took 4 and a half minutes.

And in these 9 hours, he saw Guderian in total... 0 times.

But Chen Ming could already determine Guderian's location, which was in a wooden house on the left side of the camp.

Because, during these 9 hours, there were a total of 175 people in and out of this house with junior officers with the rank of second lieutenant and above.

There were seven officers with the rank of major general coming and going.

There are three officers with the rank of lieutenant general coming and out.

And the lunch was also delivered to the door by the orderly, and a second lieutenant inside personally took it in.

Chen Ming had already reduced his breathing rate to a minimum, and his heartbeat was suppressed at a level of only about 30 beats per minute.

An unknown bird landed on the branch of a tree used by Chen Ming to camouflage a sniper rifle, and he didn't feel that there was anyone here.

It combed its feathers, turned its head to look around, flapped its wings again and flew away.

Chen Ming stared at the scope, and the reticle of the scope, with the rate of breathing, slid around in front of the door of the hut.

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Once again, Guderian determined the details of a campaign, from time to place to the line of attack, and the final result of the deduction was feasible.

He picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip lightly, but his eyes did not take his eyes off the sand table on the table.

Scanning the sand table back and forth, finally, his eyes were fixed again on the small flag representing the 76th Infantry Regiment of the 20th Motorized Rifle Division.

Yesterday, this infantry regiment was defeated by the 18th Pomeranian Lancer Regiment, which had been facing it all along.

"It's incredible!" Guderian muttered as he took his coffee cup.

This situation has been reported to the military headquarters and the head of state, and there should be a formal diplomatic statement later today.

Guderian thought.

Looking at the small flag representing the 76 Infantry Regiment that had already been taken away, Guderian had some unpleasant premonitions.

"Why would they attack first? Or in the case that the forces are not superior. This question was of great concern to Guderian.

Taking another sip of his coffee, he decided to ask those present.

"Gentlemen, I would like to hear your opinions." Guderian pointed his hand to the position of the 18th Cavalry Regiment: "What do you think of this attack?" ”

"It's just a dog jumping off the wall!" Lieutenant General Ivetolin, who had already rushed back, spoke first, this was his unit, which was routed by the whole regiment without firing a single shot from the army, and the face of His Excellency the Lieutenant General was about to be thrown into Berlin.

"Did the dog jump off the wall in a hurry?" Guderian still didn't look away, just muttered and repeated.

"Yes! Your Excellency, I think that the Poles must have been aware of our plan..."Lieutenant General Ivetolin drew the entire front with a putter pen: "In recent days, the intelligence has been showing that the Poles continue to increase their troops on the border, so..." Lieutenant General Ivetolin pointed to Pomorian: "I think this is just a trick by the Poles, a method of jumping over the wall in a hurry, and its purpose is only to intimidate." ”

Ivetolin looked at Guderian in front of him worriedly, he didn't know if his statements could convince Guderian, or if he could find a good excuse for himself.

Guderian nodded nondeniably, but did not say anything, but looked out the window.

Standing silently for a long time, Guderian exhaled lightly and looked down at his watch: "Gentlemen, the implementation of the white plan is already impossible to postpone, I personally prefer to believe that the matter of the 76th Infantry Regiment is just an accident..."

Ivetoline breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and when he looked up again, he found Guderian looking at him with interest. Ivitolin was slightly startled and hurriedly straightened up.

"Accidents can't happen often, though, you say? Mr. Lieutenant General! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency! No accidents that happen often, I promise! Ivetoline stood straight, but the beads of sweat on his forehead told everyone that he was not at peace.

Guderian came over and patted Ivetolin on the shoulder and said: "The Polish corridor cannot be missed, this has been repeatedly emphasized in previous meetings, and now there are still forty hours to go, and our plan will be perfectly implemented." ”

Guderian walked past Ivitolin and slowly walked behind the generals standing at the table: "And the Empire will give us everything we need!" ”

Guderian pointed in the direction of Danzig: "The Schleswig-Holstein is lurking in the port of Danzig, at great risk. ”

Turning back again, he pointed to the West: "The Imperial Air Force is waiting for us, just to help us clear the obstacles!" ”

Guderian walked slowly, and at the same time said firmly: "And what we have to do is to rush forward!" Occupy him! It's that easy! ”

Guderian walked back to where he first stood, and on the wall behind him, there was a huge portrait of Hitler, he propped his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, his pale blue eyes swept over everyone present, and said firmly: "The Führer is looking at us!" ”

After a slight pause, Guderian stood up sharply: "Go and make the final preparations!" For the Führer! ”

“Heil， mein Führer!”

In the midst of a salute, Guderian smiled and nodded, and said, "I send you to you, I hope you will do your best!" ”

With that, Guderian walked with the others outside the house.

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Chen Ming looked at the system time again, August 30, 1939, 5:32 p.m.

For an hour, there was no movement in the hut, and in his mind he remembered the time, and in another 28 minutes he would have to get up and change the branches and leaves for the camouflage on his body.

"If only there was a gilly suit...", he had to use this dream-like idea to relieve his boredom.

Of course, this idea is also very realistic.

A long period of camouflage will cause the branches that have lost their vitality to lose water quickly, greatly increasing the chance of being discovered, and he has to think about his own sin.

"There should be an orderly coming to deliver dinner at this time, but there has been no movement yet, does it mean that the people in that room will come out soon?" Chen Ming continued to do some reasoning, and at the same time prayed for the realization of his ideas.

"It is said that Guderian was almost killed by his own shells during the implementation of the white plan..."Chen Ming, who was silently chattering, suddenly saw from the sniper scope that the door of the hut was open, which couldn't help but make him excited.

"Rather than let yourself blow up..."Chen Ming had a hunch, as if he was waiting for the big fish he was going to catch.

"It's better to let me send you to hell!"

Inside the door, a row of high-ranking generals flowed out.

“good ！ luck ！ ”

And the one who walked last was none other than Guderian!

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out!