"Hans!" Seeing Hans fall in response, Gro's heart trembled, and he pushed away a recruit who was in the way and strode towards where Hans had fallen.

"I'm fine! The bullet grazed the side of the steel helmet, Gro, don't come here! Hans cowered behind a concrete block and shouted at the running Groh with blood on his face, "There's another person next to that French sniper, pay attention!" ”

Gro hurriedly slipped into a ruin with a sliding shovel and didn't dare to move again.

"Hoffman! Did you see him?! He had just seen him to the right of the dead Frenchman! Hans shouted again.

Hoffmann held his rifle and carefully searched the location Hans had said with his scope, but found nothing moving.

"I can't see him! I can't see him! Hoffman replied nervously, "There's a whole bunch of debris over there, and he might be behind it!" ”

"Horse-stepping!" Hans cursed, then wiped the blood from his face and slowly looked up in that direction.

"Phew!" As soon as Hans poked his head out, a gunshot rang out in the opposite building, and a bullet hit a fragment of a house in front of Hans, and the bullet carrying huge kinetic energy instantly pierced the solid concrete block and burrowed into the soil not far in front of Hans's eyes, so frightened that Hans hurriedly retreated.

However, he also saw the muzzle flash of the opposite rifle fire.

Rolling his eyes, he had a plan.

"Gro! Remember how we dealt with French snipers in the street battles at Moncorne? Hans asked aloud.

"Hey, of course I do." Gro hid in the bunker and smiled, "What, you want to do it again?" That's a lot of steel helmet. ”

"So what else can be done? Just let the kid on the other side block the two of us alone? Hans asked with a smile.

"Okay then." Gro gave the MP40 submachine gun in his hand a new magazine, and then adjusted his stance.

Hans took off his coat and backpack, took off the M35 helmet that had been grazed by the bullet on the top of his head, put it on the muzzle of the rifle in his hand, and then carefully stretched it out and shook it.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out, and the helmet was pierced.

Hans immediately threw away the rifle he was holding, flipped out of the bunker, and ran towards the two-story building.

"Cover!" Gro shouted.

In an instant, countless bullets rained down on the small building, pressing the snipers inside behind the bunker.

Hans took advantage of the time difference to run downstairs, gasped for breath, took an M39 offensive grenade from his waist, pulled the ring and counted for three seconds, and threw it towards the sniper's hiding place on the second floor.

Then he heard a clear French expletiveness coming from upstairs.

“putain！” The French sniper saw a round thing flying in, subconsciously cursed angrily, kicked the grenade quickly, and immediately fell down with his back to the grenade.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the shock wave from the explosion of the offensive grenade violently swept through most of the second floor, blasting a large pile of debris.

Seeing this, Hans immediately rushed into the small building and ran down the stairs towards the second floor, and at the same time drew the Browning M1935 high-power pistol that was fixed to the back of his waist and was already loaded.

The pistol, which he had captured from a Belgian non-commissioned officer, was so rugged that Hans abandoned his Walter P38 with its rugged shape, 13-round capacity and great power.

Because Hans threw out an offensive grenade that did not have many fragments and mainly relied on the blast wave to kill, and the French sniper made the most correct and effective response in the first place, this grenade did not kill the sniper at once, but only blew him up.

"Damn it!" The sniper shook his head vigorously, struggling to get up from the ground while reaching for the rifle not far away.

"Still want to move?!" Hans, who had come up from downstairs, kicked the sniper back to the ground with a merciless kick, then leaned down and stabbed his pistol in the back of the head.

Seeing that the tide was turning, the French sniper had no choice but to raise his hands and say in awkward German: "I surrender!" I give up! ”

Hearing this, Hans let go of the finger that was about to pull the trigger, reached out to the waist of the French soldier instead, pulled out the bayonet there and inserted it into his belt, and said: "Stand up slowly with your head in your hands, don't give me extra movements, or I swear I will shoot you in the head!" ”

"Okay, okay, don't shoot." The Frenchman did as he was told, putting his hands on top of his head and slowly getting up from the ground.

"Hey Hans!" At this time, Hoffman and the others also rushed to the small building, they flocked to the second floor, looked at Hans with a bloody face, and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"What can I do?" Hans laughed, then shoved the French soldier, "I also caught this bastard who killed Paul." ”

"Hey! I didn't kill any of you! The sniper said and pointed to the soldier who had been shot in the head by Hoffman not far away, "He killed your companion, and I was only in charge of observing at that time." ”

"Then you are also guilty, and all French soldiers are guilty!" Hans sneered, and carried him out of the building with the others.

Friedham and a group of recruits also rushed over at this moment, glanced at the French prisoner, and then saluted Gro: "Sir! ”

Hans watched Friedham and the others come over, and looked at Hoffman and the others.

"Recruit, you're just in time!" Hans let go of the captive he had been holding onto, and walked over to Friedham and smiled.

“？” Friedham looked at Hans suspiciously, he didn't know why Hans, who had always ignored his group of recruits, suddenly became close.

"Come, let me ask you a question," Hans said, hooking Friedham on the shoulder with his right hand, "How did the instructor teach you about prisoners of war when you were in the boot barracks?" ”

"To a prisoner of war camp, of course." Friedham and the recruits took it for granted.

"Even if he kills two of your comrades?" Hans asked.

"Of course." Friedham still nodded, "Or else?" ”

"No, you're wrong." Hans shook his head, "You should avenge your comrades. ”

The veterans behind Hans all smiled and nodded, as if they were talking to Hans.

And the French snipers were all white.

"Nope! This is a violation of the Geneva Conventions! The faces of the recruits also changed.

"The Geneva Conventions?" Hans pouted, "I'm sorry, our Guards never signed that thing, it only works for the Wehrmacht's bunch of stunned people." ”

"No, no, no......" Friedham shook his head, feeling that this war was different from what he had thought before he set out.

Hans stepped forward and shoved his pistol into Friedham's hand.

"Execute this captive, it's an order, soldiers." Hans put away the smile on his face and looked around solemnly at all the recruits present.

Friedham glanced at the M1935 pistol in his hand, then looked at Gro as if he were pleading.

"Ugh." Gro sighed, "It's an order!" Let's do it. ”

Fogel immediately stepped forward and tore the captive out, then forced him to his knees in a clearing.

The recruits, on the other hand, stood in a line with the captives at Hans's behest.

"Stand upright!" Hoffman stood to the right of the soldiers in a standard military posture and commanded in a loud voice, "Raise your gun!" ”

With Hoffman's order, the recruits dragged their guns up.

"Ready! Fire! ”

Friedham and the others hesitated for a moment, but still closed their eyes and gritted their teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Well done, recruits." Hans smiled satisfactorily as he watched the captives being beaten into a sieve, and patted the recruits on the shoulders one by one, "Welcome to the SS!" Welcome to the 'Burissingen' Panzergrenadier Division! ”