There is David. Smith and his patrol cleared the way, and Sigurt and his group navigated through the jumbled British defenses until the triangular tents came into view. The tents were not lit, and the figures could only be seen walking around from a very close distance, and it seemed that the previous gunfire had disturbed the good dreams of these British pilots.

"Sir, it looks like nothing is going on here in the pilot camp!" David. Smith said innocently.

"Soon it will be there!"

By the time Siggett finished speaking, the dagger had already been inserted into Smith's heart, and Siggett's big hand covered his mouth, and poor Smith didn't even have time to make a sound.

At the same time, the other 5 British patrols were also killed by Siggett's commandos, who were still a little tender compared to the murderous Sigurt, and one of the patrolmen gave an "ah" before he died.

"Who?" From the pilot's tent more than ten meters away, there was a voice of inquiry.

"Damn it!" Siggert raised his voice and said, "I stepped on a poop!" I don't know which bastard is so shameless, so he doesn't have to bury it after it's convenient! ”

Two seconds later, the voice gloated, "I think it must be Carter!" This kid does this kind of thing a lot! ”

Soon another voice came from the darkness, "Reese, shut your foul mouth!" I haven't pooped over there for two days in a row! ”

"Nonsense, I saw you hiding in the bushes over there yesterday!"

"That's for Xiaojie! You guys are stalking me every day! ”

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Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two Britons to fight, Siggert and the others completely finished the patrol, and then quietly approached the camp over there.

When Sigurt stood behind one of the Englishmen, he was still shouting there without knowing whether he was alive or dead. Sigget, who was about his height, covered his mouth with one hand and wiped his neck with a dagger with the other, and the crooked man quickly died.

"What? Finally feel like you're at a loss? Hahaha! Ask me to ...... tomorrow," the other voice didn't take long to silence itself.

Next, Siggett and the commandos quickly and lightly cleared every camp here, most of the British pilots went to see Nelson before they could resist, and the agility was only a few death-fighting struggles, and after a quiet movement, the whole camp fell completely silent. The 19 British pilots had not yet had time to realize their ambition of shooting down a dozen German planes, like a flock of young sparrows with folded wings dying in their nests on tree branches.

Killing this group of British pilots who were not armed with guns, most of the commandos found the feeling of killing chickens, and only one poor man accidentally suffered a slight injury in the resistance of the other party.

Siggett quickly gathered the commandos, "Although this pilot camp is separated from the ground crew and the guards, it is not far from the other camps, presumably the British will soon find out that all the pilots are dead, we must find the British planes as soon as possible and blow them up!" If you spot another pilot, shoot and kill! ”

While night provided cover for the assault team and caused some trouble for the Germans to find their targets, on the other side, Tobias and his group found themselves surrounded by groups of British soldiers, without even seeing the planes. They had to pretend to be British troops who were also searching for the attackers, and they marched somewhat blindly through the woods, always feeling ashamed every time they ran into other British troops.

"Did you find anything?" Most of the British officers at the front greeted them with grace, and these true English gentlemen would do their best to remain calm in any situation.

"Nope!" Tobias was always a little scared after he finished speaking, lest he say "no" in German.

"Well, good luck guys!" The officer on the other side did not stop to check Tobias's identity or rank, but passed by without stopping.

When the two teams intersected, the German soldiers, including Tobias, looked ahead with serious expressions and unsquinting eyes, and they only glanced at the British unit from the corner of their eyes, and most of the British officers and soldiers inside were expressionless.

"Sir, are we following a certain British patrol, otherwise it will be difficult for us to find the British plane!" A commando behind Tobias whispered.

"Looks like we're going to have to try our luck like this!" Tobias was helpless, the guards were so heavily guarded that even spies like Cullen and Siggett couldn't spy on the exact location of the British plane. Of course, spies are not a panacea.

After pulling out his compass to determine the direction, Tobias continued north with his group. A few minutes later, another group of British soldiers heading west appeared in their sight.

"Don't talk, everyone, be ready to fight at any time!" Tobias whispered the order, and then led his team to the west after the British army. In this way, the two teams marched silently at a distance of less than ten meters, one after the other. The woods, which had been noisy by the gunshots, had calmed down a lot, and now the only thing to hear was the whining of owls, except for footsteps. The officer at the back of the British army in front just glanced back, and there was no surprise on his face or move.

As Tobias's squad followed another British army out of nowhere, the alarmed Cullen team was already walking through the woods as if nothing had happened, and Cullen's sophisticated acting skills made his commando team the most successful of the three wolves who had infiltrated the flock.

"Second Lieutenant, can you borrow a fire?" While marching side by side with another British army of more than 20 men, Cullen pulled out a high-grade cigarette and borrowed fire from the British officers in the team.

Seeing that Cullen was wearing an army captain's uniform, the other party respectfully handed over the lighter. Cullen knew at the touch that it was a very delicate lighter, and its value was naturally undeniable.

"Thank you!" Cullen thanked him in an elegant tone, lit his cigarette and slipped the lighter into his pocket.

"Sir......" The British officer watched his lighter being taken away, and looked like he wanted to say something.

"Oh?" Cullen glanced at him, and after a few seconds it seemed to dawn on him, and then he took out the lighter and returned it to the British ensign.

The poor British lieutenant soon fell into a secret joy of regain, and he did not notice the cunning look in Cullen's eyes.

"This forest is huge! I used to think that the beaches of southern England were only a small patch of bush, but this time it was an eye-opener! It's a really good idea to hide the planes here, I don't think the Germans will be able to find them even if they die. When the German army arrogantly attacked, our planes would surely make them regret coming into the world! Ensign, don't you say? ”

The British lieutenant carefully hid the lighter in his pocket, "That's nature!" Don't look at the fact that we only have a squadron of aviation here, but I've heard that those are the latest fighters. The pilots said that they flew such planes to fight German planes, and they could fight three at a time! ”

"One fight three fights? I think our heroes can fight at least ten fights at a time! It's a pity I didn't see those planes with my own eyes! "Cullen is talking about one German plane doing ten British planes, if the British planes don't all escape when they fight.

"Captain, you haven't seen those planes? No way! Didn't you and your troops patrol the northwest corner of the woods? We've been there five times this week! Or did you not pay attention to those planes that were covered with yellow canvas? ”

"I've been there, and I saw some strange yellow mounds from afar, so those are airplanes!" Cullen made a look of relief, "The ones in the far northwest corner, right?" ”

"It's not the northwesternmost corner, it should be a little further south of the northwest corner. It's almost as far as you walk due west from here, but it's night, and you can't see it clearly if you don't walk to it! ”

"Oh!" Cullen tossed half of his cigarette on the ground and pulled out the box of cigarettes.

Seeing this, the British second lieutenant hurriedly said, "Captain, my squad is going to patrol the south!" See you next time! ”

Looking at the back of the British army as they hurriedly left, Cullen smiled contemptuously, stuffed the cigarette he had just smoked back into the cigarette case, and then led the team westward.

"What a stupid guy who hasn't even seen such a big plane, and wants to pretend to be stupid and take my lighter! Hmph, you know, I bought this lighter from the Americans at a high price! Alas, the hateful Americans, after the start of the war, actually raised the price of goods several times! Germans are not good things, and Americans are not good men and women ******! The British lieutenant muttered to himself, and it seemed that his consciousness was not bad.

Next to a canvas-covered plane, Siggett's commandos had subdued a dozen Indian soldiers guarding the plane. These planes were not far from the pilots' camp, and Siggett and the others were able to find the planes so quickly, thanks to the British patrols who had already set up their posts.

"Say, are you a spy?" Sigurt slung the dagger around the neck of a runny Indian soldier, while several other Indian soldiers were brought down by the other commandos. In the eyes of the British, these Indians should be more reliable, so some Indian soldiers were deployed in many important places on the front.

"Sir, spare your life!" If India Ah San hadn't been held by a knife, he might have knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"You speak English very well! Then it must be a German spy! Sigurt used a little force, and Ah San's blood began to drip down the dagger.

"Sir, spare your life! I swear to heaven, to earth, to sea, to the king, that I am the most loyal servant of the British Empire! Ah San had a pained expression on his face, and he almost burst into tears when he spoke.

"******, I really should ask Karen to come and see, there is a guy here who has better acting skills than him!" Siggert muttered in some Chinese language.

"Sir, spare ......" Ah San's voice began to tremble, making the air of early winter even colder.

"Humph! Then take out all the zha medicine here, and I'm going to check if you stole the zha medicine and tried to blow up the plane! "Siggott and the others originally planned to use the grenades in their bags to kill the wooden and skinned British planes, so that although they could blow up the planes, the aircraft engines would not be too damaged, and the British might be able to repair some of them in a week. This Indian Ah San looks cute, so Siggert decides to use him to find some zha medicine.

"Sir, spare your life! We don't have zha medicine here! "Ah San pitifully let Sigget's wish come to naught.

"What? And what about grenades? Siggett added a little more strength to his hand, and Ah San's blood soared faster.

"Sir, we only have three anti-aircraft heavy machine guns and an anti-aircraft gun, you know, grenades can't hit German planes!" Ah San's eyes began to become weak, and that gaze seemed to say, "Big brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you for long!" ”

Sigurt glanced around, and he couldn't see much in the darkness other than a few planes covered in canvas.

"How many anti-aircraft shells are there?" In front of poor Indian Ahsan, Siggert has risen from a perverted British officer to a fierce robber.

"5 boxes, 30 rounds each! Sir, you can count, we definitely didn't steal the shells! Ah San's snot was dripping more and more, and he wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but he was afraid of the dagger around his neck.

"Well, you and your companions go and get them out! Don't try to resist, or we'll treat you as spies! Siggett threatened viciously before moving the dagger away.

After brushing shoulders with death, Ah San wiped his nose and nodded repeatedly, and the commandos made the other Indian soldiers on the ground who were still alive to get up. These Indians trembled and led Siggat and others to turn left and right in the woods, and there was indeed a strange-looking anti-aircraft gun near the edge of the woods, Siggat felt that it was basically removing the barrels of ordinary field guns and erecting them on special shelves, as for the air defense effect, it is unknown, but the power of those shells should be enough to blow up the entire British plane, including the engine.

"The shells are there!" Ah San pointed to a smaller triangular tent next to him, and there seemed to be a few dark shadows next to the tent, and the commandos pointed their guns at them at once.

"Sir, don't fire! They're just dozing! ”

Ah San said and walked over and kicked one of the black shadows, and then the black shadow moved, and Sigurt realized that it was a few Indian soldiers who were quietly squatting on the ground.

Soon, all the black shadows around the tent moved, and finally a dozen Indian soldiers stood up. Siggert felt that it was good that Ah San in front of him led the way, otherwise he didn't know when he stepped on these live mines.

Seeing a group of native British soldiers in front of them, the Indians were very respectful, and they carried their rifles on their shoulders despite the fact that the commandos were pointing their guns at them.

"Get all the ammunition here!" Siggett smiled bitterly at this peculiar scene, and in his opinion, Indian soldiers of this quality and consciousness could only do the British a favor when they came to the British mainland.

The Indians were very active in placing ammunition boxes in the cockpit of British planes, and even cooperated in finding some ammunition boxes for rifle and machine gun bullets from nearby. At the end, a Ah San asked cautiously:

"Sir, is it possible to strike the Germans from the air?"

Siggett nodded reluctantly, "Alright! You can go to sleep! ”

As soon as the Indians turned around, they were hit in the back of the head by the butt of their guns and fainted.

"Huh......" Siggert and his commandos really don't know what to say, in fact, these Indian soldiers are still very brave on the battlefield, but more importantly, they can distinguish between friend and foe.

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