Chapter 51: Christen's First Life

Parks crawled silently in the grass on the ground. Christensheng was lying on his stomach behind him, and the two of them did not make a sound, not even an atmosphere. Parks' eyes were fixed on the front, and in the darkness of the night, a cluster of figures wandered not far away, searching for the grass, and even the light of the cold barrel reflected in the night light. This is a small detachment of Germans who are now all over Normandy, searching everywhere for American paratroopers who have fallen from the sky to eliminate them before they gather.

Parks turned his head slightly and gestured to Christenson: three German soldiers. Two Mauser 98K rifles, one MP38 submachine gun. They're walking towards themselves.

"What should I do?" Although Christenson lowered his voice, his voice was shaky, and it was obvious that he was nervous.

Parks quietly retracted his head, then stepped back and whispered to Christenson, "I'll do what I tell you to do." I need your help, Christenson, let's take them off! ”

"I know, I know!" Christon nodded nonchalantly.

"You go to the woods on the left, and there you drag them with a pistol, and I go around from the right, behind them." Parks whispered. This is a trick that he used to use in the past, to attract attention, and then surprise from behind, even if the weapons and equipment are inferior, they can often turn the tide and a miracle occurs.

"Do you use this knife?" Christenson suddenly saw Parks pull out the paratrooper knife, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, in his opinion, this is undoubtedly too dangerous!

Parks didn't explain, just nodded, and then whispered to him, "Go!" Because they saw the three figures getting closer and closer, and even faintly heard their voices.

Christen, under the cover of the grass, burrowed into the woods, and leaned against a large tree. He held the gun in both hands and placed it on his lap. The palms of the hands were sweaty, and a heart was beating fast. Then he squinted his eyes and looked towards Parks, but there was no figure in sight, and the grass obscured his vision.

"Damn it!" Christenson cursed to himself. If that were the case, he wouldn't be able to read Parks' gestures clearly.

The Germans are nearby. Their voices grew louder and louder.

"No matter!" Christensen cheered himself on, and then raised his pistol, ready to make a surprise attack, but the three Germans stopped and discussed something together.

"Has it been discovered?" Christen's heart suddenly became desperate, and he looked in the direction of Parks' movement again. If you can't see him anymore, then you will do it alone, "It's just death anyway!" Thinking of this, his hands trembled a little.

When he glanced over, he saw Parks' gesture - attack.

Suddenly, Christensen dodged from behind the tree and fired three shots at the three Germans. Three Germans were stopping, they were lighting cigarettes, their heads bowed, completely defenseless.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Three gunshots startled them, and then they threw away their cigarettes in a panic and lay down in the grass. Quickly hide yourself.

Christensen was so flustered just now that all three shots missed. Then he quickly hid behind the tree, and then the tree was beaten to sawdust. The Germans began to return fire.

Parks' choice of attack was actually very good, because the three Germans stopped, and one of them each handed out a cigarette, and the others all came over and lit their cigarettes. But Christensen wasted his chance.

Christensen had no chance at all, he didn't even dare to come out of his head under the suppression of the submachine gun, and two German soldiers quietly surrounded him, one left and one right. The quality of the German soldiers was really good.

But they had no idea that there was another person behind them, and they were attracted to Christenson. When two German soldiers outflanked him, Parks felt his chance.

He had already touched the back of the German soldier who was shooting at Christensen with a submachine gun in front of him, and his excellent quality prevented him from being discovered by the soldier, or the German soldier was also panicked, he only saw the front and shot desperately.

"Click!" It was the crisp sound of the crash after the empty chamber, and the Germans ran out of magazines. He cursed in a low voice, and pulled out a magazine from the bullet belt beside him, and was about to replace it.

But suddenly he felt a chill in his throat. There was still some pain, he reached out to touch it, and then he was very frightened to see that his hands were covered with blood, and he wanted to scream, but he could only make a shriveled retching sound of "hehe".

His throat was cut.

Now is it, Parks shouts, "On the right, Christenson!" ”

The two outflanked Germans were taken aback when they heard a shout behind them, and subconsciously turned around, Christensen heard the shout, he suddenly turned to the right, took a deep breath, and then pulled the trigger on the German soldier who was already very close.

"Bang!" "Bang!" ……

A barrage of bullets struck the German soldier, making a "poof" "poof" and "poof" sound, and then a short wail was heard in his throat. The German soldier fell headlong.

"That's it?" Christensen knocked the Germans down, and then his mind went blank, and he shot like that, and then killed a German devil, and he was completely thoughtless.

"Get down!" Parks yelled.

Christen's body was full of excitement, and he immediately subconsciously reacted that he was on the battlefield. He turned around in a panic and raised the gun in his hand, only to find that all the bullets in the pistol were empty, and he saw a swarthy muzzle raised and aimed at his head.

Is it over? Christenson looked at the muzzle of the black hole in despair, and his hands trembled.

"Bang!" A shot rang out.

Maybe the German was a little flustered when he saw that his two companions were finished, and after hearing the gunshot, Christensen subconsciously avoided the action, and the bullet grazed his forehead. A wave of heat scraped his forehead with pain.

"Huh!" There was a soft thud.

The German did not have a chance to fire a second shot, his grip on the gun was released, and the gun made a rustling sound in the grass. Then I saw him put his hands on his neck, staggered two steps forward, and fell headlong in the grass. A paratrooper knife stuck in his neck!

"Uh-" The German soldier made a dying sound, blood soaking in his throat like boiling water. Coupled with the excessive nervousness, Christensen couldn't help but retch.

"Christen, do you want to die?" Parks didn't see Christenson's reaction at all, he was even angry, "Think about it, completely exposing yourself to the guns of the Germans, what is the effect of your training for two years?" ”

"I'm sorry!" Christensen was a little embarrassed, and after vomiting, he came back to his senses, "I messed up!" ”

"Alright, give me the pistol!" Parks scoured the German soldier's body with a cartridge belt and threw a Mauser 98K with a cartridge belt attached to Christenson, "Hold it, German weapons, we'll meet a lot more along the way." ”

Christenson took it, then handed the pistol to Parks. Parks scoured the two Germans for his bullet pouch and slung the Mauser on his back, the submachine gun in his hand.

"We've got to go, there will be other Germans searching for us soon, we were too much of a movement just now!" Parks searched the bodies of all the German soldiers, finding a few German bills and a few packs of cigarettes.

Christenson watched Parks toss and turn on the German, and even the guy who had just been shot by Parkes' throwing knife was not dead, his body was still convulsing, like a dying frog, turning his belly, and he felt a wave of nausea. He paused as he passed the German he had shot and killed, and the German was crawling in the grass, as if asleep!

"How did it feel to kill a German devil for the first time?" Parks must have been a little uneasy knowing that Christen's first murder was alive, so he whispered to him along the way.

"A little nervous!" Christenson replied truthfully, "It's a little disgusting too." ”

This is indeed the truth, when Parks killed for the first time, although he was better than him, but the psychological hurdle always existed, until he experienced too much later.

"We need to get back to the assembly point as soon as possible, we still have four hours, and if we dare not go back before dawn, we will wait for the Germans to pick us up!" Parks distanced himself from Christenson as he walked.

"Shh Parks suddenly clenched his hands into fists and put his index finger to his mouth, silencing Christen, who was about to speak.

Parks turned around and gestured to him for him to hide. Then he flashed past the backyard of a Frenchman's farmhouse in front of him, piled with tall haystacks, and the grass beside the haystacks made some small noises.

Parks raised his hand to Christenson and motioned for him to be on guard with a gun, and he quietly approached the grass from the side.

A slight cricket sound came from the grass, and when Parks heard it, he hurriedly took out his metal cricket signal and responded twice, and then a figure came out of the grass and whispered, "Lightning! ”

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