On December 25, 2014, neon lights shine from the lights of more than 70 police cars next to a dilapidated red building in the western suburbs of Los Angeles.

"Heinz Chen, I'm FBI agent George MacDonald, you've been surrounded, surrender quickly, release the hostages, you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say ・・・・・・" Before he finished speaking, Agent McDonald squatted down and blocked his whole body with the help of a police car.

An AK47 sticks out of the third window from the left on the second floor of the red building opposite him, and a barrage of bullets shoot at the police car outside. "Bang bang." The windows of several police cars were shattered.

After dodging the shooting of the snatchers, the policemen used all kinds of guns in their hands to fight back, and for a while the gunfire was loud, and in a moment, the glass on the window was destroyed by the bullets, and the wall became a honeycomb.

After venting their anger, the police stopped shooting at the order, "Heinz Chen, you quickly release the hostages and surrender." Agent McDonald showed his head and surrendered again.

As if intimidated by the ferocious fire of the police, an arm stretched out from a window on the third floor of the building, and the arm kept waving the white shirt in its hand up and down.

"It's been 14 hours and he's finally surrendered, thank God." MacDonald drew a cross and shouted, "Hand over your weapon." ”

The opposite side was very cooperative, throwing two pistols and an AK47 assault rifle from the window on the third floor, and a voice appeared at the same time: "Don't shoot, I'll get out immediately." ”

"Watch out and wait for him to come out." MacDonald commanded in a whisper.

Soon, a figure appeared in the main entrance of the building, which raised his hands, waved the white shirt in his hand, and shouted: "Don't shoot, I don't have a weapon." With that, the man, known as Heinz Chen, walked cautiously towards MacDonald's police car with his hands raised.

With a wave of MacDonald's hand, four policemen rushed at Heinz Chan with weapons in hand, pinned him to the ground, handcuffed his hands behind his back, and escorted him towards MacDonald.

"You know, all of us have a bad Christmas, and it's all because of you." MacDonald said.

"You know, my whole life, and the hopes of my whole family, were ruined by those few American liars." Heinz Chen said-for-tat.

"But I'm sorry to disturb your Christmas, I've got a Christmas present for you, I think you'll like it." Heinz Chen said with a smile.

Seeing Heinz Chen's mysterious smile that rivals the Mona Lisa gave MacDonald a sense of foreboding. "Search him." MacDonald shouted.

Two cops scrambled to tear open Heinz Chen's leather jacket, revealing only a T-shirt with Santa Claus on it, explosives lined up on his abdomen, and a timer shining in red letters.

“7、6、5。” The red numbers on the timer dazzled MacDonald's eyes.

"You-." MacDonald cursed in despair.

"Forgot to say, Mr. MacDonald, I'm not Christmas."

"Boom" accompanied by an explosion, and a huge fireball engulfed MacDonald and the police car next to him・・・・・・

"If there is a next life, I am only allowed to lie to others, and never let others lie to me." The last thought of his life flashed through Chen Dao's mind.

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On September 9, 1939, in the south of the city of Kutno, 113 kilometers west of Warsaw, the capital of Poland, under the sound of gunfire, Chen Dao, supported by his orderlies Grigory and Pike, was making a 100-meter sprint, aiming at a forest about 150 meters in front.

Under the cover of the two orderlies, Chen Dao desperately rushed to the grove in front of him, constantly making serpentine maneuvers under his feet to avoid the bullets flying behind him.

Chen Dao felt bursts of burning pain from his lungs, but the pain in his lungs couldn't hide the shock in Chen Dao's heart, what the hell is going on, wasn't it as easy for Germany to beat Poland as it was for a martial arts master to beat a child? How could the German ** team have such an embarrassing scene.

Chen Dao ran while scolding his mother, 50 meters, 30 meters, the grove was in front of him, and if he worked harder, he would be safe.

Chen Dao was surprised to find that his speed running level had improved significantly, just like when he was chased and bitten by mad dogs all over the street when he was 16 years old.

It seems that the whipping of bullets and shells is similar to the bite of a mad dog, and both help to stimulate people's potential and improve the efficiency of escape.

20 meters, 10 meters, Chen Dao was pleased to see that the woods were already close at hand. Looking up, there were many German soldiers in the woods desperately waving their hands to cheer themselves, and some German soldiers set up machine guns to cover their fire.

One more final sprint, and you can get rid of those hateful Poles and escape to heaven.

Just as Chen Dao gritted his teeth and prepared to explode, there was a whistling sound of cannonballs tearing through the air behind him.

"Boom・・・・・・ an unknown caliber shell exploded behind Chen Dao, and the violent air wave rushed Chen Dao into the sky.

First, a standard flying swallow spread its wings, Chen Dao hit a tree trunk as thick as a human waist, and then rebounded to the ground in a posture of gnawing mud, "Oops, my waist" Chen Dao covered his waist and rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing this, two loyal orderlies immediately rushed over, and several brave German soldiers also came up to help, and they braved the rain of bullets to drag Chen Dao into the back of a dirt slope in the grove.

What the fuck is going on? After the bomb was pulled off in the United States, he inexplicably borrowed the body of an air force major to resurrect his soul, and before he could find out the situation, the air defense battalion he led suffered a major defeat with the army division of his neighbors, and he was also a pseudo-army fan in his previous life, and he didn't hear about the defeat of the German army in the Polish campaign, what happened?

Without waiting for Chen Dao to figure out the cause and effect, a young man wearing a lieutenant's epaulette bent down and cautiously groped his way to Chen Dao's side, saluted Chen Dao and said, "Hello Major, I am Lieutenant Randolph of the German Army. ”

Chen Dao came back to his senses when he heard the voice, and replied with a military salute jerky: "I am Major Heinz von Rosen, commander of the 7th Air Defense Battalion of the Luftwaffe, thank your subordinates for saving me and my subordinates, Lieutenant Randolph, I had a car accident last night, I injured my head, and there are many things I have forgotten, can you tell me the current battle situation?" And your number? ”

Randolph glanced at the white bandage wrapped around Chen Dao's head and said: "I am the acting company commander of the 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 30th Infantry Division's Artillery Regiment, and our division belongs to the Eighth Army of the Southern Army Group. ”

Chen Dao searched the memory in his brain and found that he had no impression of the number of the 30th Infantry Division at all.

"We should now," Chen Dao was about to ask, what should we do? It suddenly occurred to me that he was now the supreme commander of all the German troops in this grove, and he must not show his cowardice, so as not to affect his morale.

"Lieutenant Randolph, now this place is under my unified command, you serve as my adjutant, you immediately count the number of people, collect weapons and ammunition, and prepare for battle, the Polish attack will not last long, we must hold out until reinforcements arrive." Chen Dao unceremoniously ordered Lieutenant Randolph, who was lower in rank than himself.

Randolph knew that now was not the time to tell the difference between the classes, and he did not hesitate to carry out the order.

"Lao Tzu just died once, and he must not die a second time, at least not young." Chen Dao rolled up his sleeves and said categorically.