Looking at the ruined town in front of him, Friedham nodded silently, and the determination in his eyes became a little stronger.

He believed that one day, he would definitely become a veteran like Anek, and he would have a lot of medals in his pocket.

Of course, it would be nice to add an Iron Cross.

And before that, he drove out all the French in this broken town.

"Guys, the task given to us today is simple." Gaither pointed to the town, "Just kill all the French in there - or we'll be killed by them!" Do you understand?! ”

"Understood, sir!" When the recruits heard this, they immediately stood up in a standard posture and shouted back at the same time.

None of the veterans replied loudly, they just lowered their heads to check their weapons and replied "Understood" in an inaudible voice.

This makes the recruits seem particularly abrupt.

Seeing this, Gaither shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, girls." ”

Friedham held his G41 rifle and walked on the road full of ruins with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looked at Hans, who took the lead in mocking him yesterday, gritted his teeth and stepped forward and asked, "Well, Sir Hans, can I ask what your full name is?" ”

Hearing this, Hans withdrew his gaze from the surroundings, gave Friedham a strange look, and said lightly: "First of all, I am not your commander, and second, you better not care about my name, because it will not save your life." ”

"Uh......" Friedham smiled awkwardly, then said, "Well, that, my name is Fried......"

"I don't want to know your name right now, and if you can survive four weeks, it's never too late to tell me." Hans interrupted Friedham with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, okay......" Friedham nodded disappointedly, slowing his pace back to the back of the line.

"Recruit......" Hans shook his head, taking his gaze back from Friedham.

At this moment, a sudden gunshot sounded in everyone's ears, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Sniper! 10 o'clock! Take cover! Take cover! The veterans reacted immediately, deducing the direction of the bullet the moment they heard the gunshots, and took cover nearby.

The recruits didn't know what was happening, they were still standing stupidly in the middle of the road, watching the hapless soldier not far in front of them clutch his wounds and wailing.

"Phew!" The gunfire rang out again, and one of the recruits was shot in the head, his brain mixed with blood spilled all over the other recruits around him.

“Fick！” Hans cursed under his breath, then handed the MG42 to Fogel and gestured to the other veterans.

“3！ 2！ 1！ Fire cover! Groh yelled, then leaned out of cover first, his MP40 submachine gun roaring in his hand, raining a rain of bullets on an area where the sniper might be hiding.

The other soldiers also leaned out of their bunkers and covered the entire area in the direction from which the gunfire had come with ferocious fire.

Hans, on the other side, took advantage of the cover of his teammates, quickly ran to the bewildered newcomers, kicked one into the air, pushed and knocked down two with both hands, and scolded angrily: "You pigs! Why are you standing here stupidly? Waiting for the Germans to call you by name? ”

Hans's angry scolding and whipping finally pulled the recruits out of their fear, and they hurriedly grabbed their guns and stumbled to the ruins on the left side of the road to hide.

Instead of going back with the recruits, Hans grabbed Friedham by the collar with his left hand, dragged him to the first wounded soldier who was hit but was still alive, and shouted, "Let's pull one collar and drag him back!" ”

"Good...... Okay......" Friedham nodded quickly and swallowed.

"Let's go! Walk! Walk! Hans let go of Friedham and instead grabbed the wounded soldier by the right collar, and together with Friedham dragged the wounded soldier under a rubble.

As soon as he burst into cover, Friedham shrank into a corner with his rifle in his hand.

Hans, on the other hand, tore the dying wounded soldier's clothes and examined his injuries.

"The ...... Damn it...... Hans, am I going to die? The wounded soldier looked at Hans and asked intermittently.

"Not yet, bastard, not yet!" Hans pulled out two triangular scarves from the wounded soldier's waist bag, crumpled them and pressed them against the wound.

"This ...... The bullet hit...... Where am I? As he spoke, the wounded soldier tried to look up at his wounds.

"It's okay buddy, it's okay." Hans pushed the wounded soldier's head back, then took out a morphine shot from his first aid kit and stabbed it in the wounded soldier's thigh, "The bullet pierced your stomach, no problem." ”

"The ...... Damn French! The wounded soldier cursed while spitting blood.

"Shut the fuck!" Hans was still trying to save him.

But the bullet that broke several of the soldiers' organs was doomed to Hans's failure.

“Fick！ Fick！ Feeling that the wounded soldier's body was getting colder, Hans angrily threw out the bloody triangular scarf in his hand, and scolded angrily with his head in his hands.

"Hans?" Friedrich shuddered and called out to Hans.

"Whew......" Hans let out a long breath and lowered his blood-soaked hands, which were holding his head.

"Hans, you, are you alright?" Friedrich patted Hans and said again.

"It's fine." Hans adjusted, "I've seen too much of the. ”

With that, he reached out and pulled out a piece of blood-stained paper from the pocket of the fallen soldier's jacket, ripped off a piece of the dog tag he wore around his neck, and shoved it into Friedrich's hand.

"Keep it." Hans looked at Friedrich.

"Good...... Good. Looking at the bloody relic in his hand, Friedrich's eyes were once again filled with fear.

"Give me your gun." Hans pointed to the G41 rifle in Friedrich's arms and said.

"Oh." Friedrich hurriedly put the relics of the fallen soldiers close to him, and then handed the G41 to Hans.

Taking his rifle, Hans tugged on the bolt to make sure the bullet was loaded, and then cautiously poked his head out of cover to see where the sniper might be hiding.

But the sniper on the other side was clearly an old bird, and Hans couldn't find him in the ruins, so he slowly moved his head back.

"Snort!" Hoffmann, who was not far from Hans and the others, made two noises, drawing Hans's attention and gesturing at him a few times.

Hans saw the gesture, nodded hesitantly, and then held out three fingers at the same time as Hoffman.

"Three! Two! One! After counting, Hans leapt out of cover and made a quick run towards 10 o'clock, while Hoffmann lifted himself and raised his G41-SG rifle with a six-fold scope to aim in the direction where the gunfire had been heard.

"Phew!" The French sniper fired another shot, and Hans fell in response!

But Hoffman was also quick to react, firing a shot at the same time that the French sniper opened fire to expose himself.

The 7.92mm bullet spun around and flew towards the French sniper, hitting him in the head with precision, knocking most of his skull flying.