"Let's applaud our heroes again!" At the end of the ceremony, Anselm once again led the whole group, and thunderous applause suddenly covered a huge training field, and even from a long distance, the sound of joy could be heard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just like Trode and Hope, he was awarded the first credit in this battle, followed by Paulus's first squad and Derek's 470 squad, and Buttermeth was also rewarded to a certain extent.

Due to the extremely high level of secrecy of this mission, most of the people present before this celebration were unaware of what was going on, except for the main ones. And when they heard Trood's battle experience from Anselm's appealing and vivid mouth, they all sighed how amazing their battle was, even in the elite 47th Division, this was definitely an extremely shining combat experience.

Of course, in addition to Trode's already thrilling battle experience and Anselm's language rendering, there is also an extremely important point, that is, the explanation of Trode's retreat.

As all insiders expected, André did not tell the truth about the retreat of Trode, but replaced it with a battle that was not as bizarre as it was, but more dangerous. Although Derek standing on the stage was a little uncomfortable to deceive people with false records, but at this point, he could only accept it calmly. After all, there was still a person standing next to him who took the initiative to pick up the 'bomb', standing there with a serious face.

Although this ceremony was similar to usual, Derek didn't know if it was the influence of his subjective consciousness, he always felt that Anselm's speech was better than usual, and there were more praises for those who made meritorious achievements than usual.

After all, at this time, the Soviet Union and Germany were still in a state of high alert, so this ceremony naturally would not be delayed, although the scene was not small, but it was dispersed, but after the meeting, everyone's mouths were still talking about Trod's combat experience. Although a few people suggested that Anselm was biased towards Trode, the vast majority still admired and envied them.

Since Buttermes and Paulus are already familiar faces in the 47th Division, there is not much talk about these two, and Trode and Derek are really on fire again. In particular, Trowd, after accepting a clear battle goal, wittily and boldly changed the battle plan according to the situation on the spot, so that the effect of this attack became several times more than expected, this kind of thing is not something that anyone can do by talking about it.

Among the few people who walked from the platform at that time, Derek first sighed, looked at the medal he had been awarded, and looked at Bad Mes, whose expression should be similar to his, as for Paulus, he looked a little helpless. However, it was only Troude, who put on a posture as if this was exactly what he deserved, and was immersed in the joy of the ceremony without any negative feelings.

"Hey...... This guy ......" Derek shook his head, even if he wanted to ask what was going on at this time, but it was too bad for the occasion, so he could only try his best to eliminate the negative emotion on his face, and began to accompany Trode and the others through the crowd of people who came for them, and perfunctorily answered their curious questions one by one. But when Trode returned to the team with his medal, it was a different story.

Because this battle was not easy (plus Anselm's oil and vinegar is even more legendary), even the members of several teams also came to participate in this ceremony, and they were all praised by Anselm in front of thousands of people, which can be regarded as a great honor.

However, because the topic surrounding Trode and the others continued until the end, the team members ended their mission in the ceremony first compared to the captains standing on the stage. Unlike the other two team members who were waiting for them in anticipation, none of the members of Team 217 were waiting for Trode offstage, and after Anselm had told them about their deeds and praised them, they left the training ground and returned to Team 217's meeting point.

"Huh? Who is this? Looks like our accomplished Captain Trod is back! Watching Trode slowly walk back, Hans let out a mocking sound.

Amphitri, on the other hand, rushed forward two steps, stopped in front of Trode, and said to him solemnly: "Next time there is such a thing, don't call me." Without waiting for Trode's response, he turned around and left without looking back

The rest of the team, except for the two of them, stood or sat on top of the tank, forming a semicircle, staring closely at Trood in the middle.

Trode glanced at them, spread his right hand and said, "Don't keep it, say what you want, do whatever you want, this is your freedom." ”

After Trode finished speaking, a man came out of the crowd and walked towards Trode with a look of anger on his face, and Trode was standing there waiting for him.

"Smack!" Trood was punched the left side of the cheek, and because the force was so strong, it sent Trode straight to the side.

"Stop! Yorkson! However, just as the beater wanted to continue to go up to make up for his two feet, his arms were framed behind him, and his body was completely controlled. ”

"Let me go! Nuttel! As he tried to break free, Yorkson roared viciously, "What's not going to work?!" Didn't he say he would do whatever he wanted?! Then I want to hit him, why can't I fight?! ”

"This is the only ...... This is the only one that doesn't work! Natel pleaded, he still had more strength than Yorkson in the final analysis, and in this position, Yorkson couldn't use all his strength, so he could barely control Yorkson.

Yorkson probably knew that he couldn't break free from Natle's shackles, so he simply stretched his head forward with all his strength and roared at him, "Trode! Do you know what you did? You sold our entire squad! Do you know?! ”

"Huh...... How could I not know this......" Trode stood up again with a smile on the swollen left side of his face.