In the face of this group of French people who behaved strangely, Hans and the others, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, had already taken precautions, so the moment the group of French people took out their submachine guns, Hans and the others used a standard tactic to roll behind the nearby cover.

The manager who was going to send Hans to his door was not so lucky, he had never seen the flames of war, he had no time to react to this sudden scene, and more than a dozen bullets mercilessly pierced his body and knocked him to the ground.

"Damn! I'll just say that the French were never so kind to give us Paris white! Hans drew his pistol from his waist, hid behind the cabinet and shrank his head and shouted, "I don't even have a rifle with me!" I should have brought a rifle! We're going to die here! ”

"Shut up!" Gro yelled, "Across the street are a group of guerrillas!" If it were the regular army on the other side, we would be dead! ”

"Hold on here, I think people in the neighborhood will come to our aid soon when they hear the voice." As he spoke, Hoffman cautiously leaned out and fired two shots over a guerrilla who was swaggering and standing outside the door.

Even with a pistol, Hoffman's marksmanship was still so accurate.

"It may take a little time to wait for support." Gro carefully discerned the gunshots, "There are gunshots coming from other places, and I don't think we're the only ones who have been attacked. ”

While several people were exchanging opinions, two clerks suddenly stood up, raised their hands and shouted in French to the guerrillas outside: "I am French!" Don't shoot! Let me out! I'm French! ”

But the guerrillas outside the door turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the clerks, and one of the partisans even turned the muzzle of the M1922 light machine gun in his hand towards the two clerks and pulled the trigger.

Seeing the two clerks being shot into a sieve by the bullets fired by the M1922 machine gun, Hans couldn't help but pout, and said: "These Frenchmen are so ruthless, they even kill their own people, if those Frenchmen squatting in the trenches can have half of them, I don't think we can get close to Paris so easily." ”

"Be quiet, the gunshots are annoying enough!" Fogel said dissatisfiedly, "You have the energy to speak, why don't you kill a few more Frenchmen!" They're going to rush in! ”

As he spoke, Fogel raised his gun and killed two guerrillas who had successfully reached the door with the help of his teammates' firepower.

"Don't rush in, don't rush in!" Seeing that the soldiers who rushed into the door were all put down by the Germans occupying the bunker, the partisan leader outside the door was anxious, "Throw grenades!" Throw a grenade inside! ”

The guerrillas retreated, took out the grenade from their trouser pockets, pulled the safety bolt and threw it into the store.

The guerrilla leader's roar was very loud, and was clearly heard by Gro, who was fluent in French, and he hurriedly shouted to Hans and the others beside him: "Let's go! Go inside the store! Damn the French are going to throw grenades! ”

"!" Fogel cursed under his breath, then took the lead in rolling out of the cabinet where he was hiding, and ran quickly backwards with his waist bent.

Hoffmann, Hans, and others followed, alternating their approach to the storeroom with standard cover tactics.

However, although Gro and the others ran away, the remaining clerks in the store didn't know what the grenade was or what it would look like when it exploded, so they still collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

Hans, who was walking behind, looked back at the hall and found that the previous shopping guide and several other clerks were still stupidly staying in place, and couldn't help but curse: "Damn! These idiots! ”

Gro also found the shopping guide and others who didn't run, and hurriedly shouted: "Hans! Pull them over! Others! Cover Shot! ”

"Woohoo!" After Groh gave the order, the store suddenly burst into gunfire, and several people who had only done accurate shooting stood up one after another, quickly pulled the trigger of the pistol, and several guerrillas at the gate who quickly lit the accurate fire did not dare to take the lead.

Hans took the opportunity to run to the previous shopping guide, generally pulled her up from the ground, and then pointed to the storeroom behind her, and yelled, "Damn, I see you don't have long legs?" Why can't you stand up? Listen! I want you to run into there for me! Got it?! ”

The little girl who was crying pear blossoms brought rain, but she was yelled at by Hans like this, but she came back to her senses, and as for what Hans said specifically, although she didn't understand, she also understood Hans's gestures, and hurriedly nodded and ran to the warehouse.

Several other clerks who were paralyzed on the ground saw the shopping guide run to the warehouse, and they all understood where it was safest now, so they also got up from the ground one by one and ran into the warehouse after the shopping guide.

Seeing that the clerks had fled into the storeroom, Hans turned back, but it was too late, and several round grenades flew in from outside the store, and even one rolled directly to Hans's feet.

"It's over!" This was the first thought that came to Hans's mind when he saw the grenade under his feet.

However, although he felt that he was dead, his battle-hardened body reflexively picked up the grenade under his feet and threw it out vigorously.

"Boom! Rumble! After three or four explosions in succession, the originally gorgeously decorated luxury store was in an instant mess, the display cabinets carrying precious items were gone, some fashionable clothes directly turned into strips of cloth, and the air was mixed with all kinds of fragrances, which well neutralized the smoke and blood.

"Ahem!" Gro waved his hand, dispelling the smoke and dust that lingered in front of him, and then squinted and looked around the store.

"What about Hans?! Damn it! ”

Fogel's shout was the first sound after the explosion, and Gro followed the sound to see that Fogel had a black and gray face, and that he was carrying a Browning high-powered pistol in his left hand, while his right hand had a red "trickle" running down his fingertips - the wound on his right shoulder had broken open again due to a series of violent movements.

But Fogel didn't care in the slightest, because his best friend's fate was now uncertain.

"Where's Hans?!" He shouted again with tears in his voice.

"Hans is there!" The sharp-eyed Hoffmann was the first to spot Hans, crushed underneath a pile of wooden planks and concrete blocks.

Seeing this, the crowd hurried over and pulled Hans out from under the pile of debris.

Hans was not miserable when he was blown up, his face was black, his entire shirt was soaked in blood, and after everyone tore his clothes, his chest full of small shrapnel could startle the dense phobia.

However, it was fortunate that he was not shot in a vital part such as his head, so although Hans was now seriously injured, he was still breathing.

While the crowd was busy cleaning Hans, there was another commotion at the door, and several French partisans bent into the shop again after the smoke had cleared.