After defeating the enemy's support forces, Trode and his three crews slowly made their way to the transit station. At this time, Leona and the others had initially suppressed the enemy, and the French army, which was really resisting, seemed to be preparing to retreat.

Trode picked up the microphone and said, "Leona, you slow down your attack and give them a chance to escape, we don't have time to spend it here." ”

After receiving the order, Leona's team slowed down the speed of their advance. This gave the French a chance to breathe, and almost in an instant, the French completed the whole process from losing their armor to the wind howling, and Trode shook his head with his hand on his forehead, really admiring their efficiency in this regard.

There were three people in each crew, and only the driver and gunner were left in the car, which allowed them not to have much impact on their combat ability in the event of an emergency.

Trood was pouring gasoline into the ammo box when someone behind him patted him on the shoulder and said, "There's a lot of stuff, isn't it a pity to burn it like this, why don't we get some back?" ”

Trode sighed and looked at Alicia and said, "Hehe, it's quite a few. But how many can you look at? ”

"Even if those shells can't be used, bullets and grenades are fine." Alicia clearly wanted to take advantage of it.

Trood gave Alicia a blank look and said, "Bullets? In that shoddy way, I was afraid of jamming with their bullets. And the grenade, it didn't touch the detonator, and I didn't feel comfortable throwing it out like this. ”

(PS: Touch detonator, which the Germans have on hand grenades, in order to prevent them from being thrown back after being thrown.) The Allied and other countries' grenades are not as elaborate, as can be seen in the scene of the attack on the radar station in Saving Private Ryan. ）

Alicia pursed her lips and said to him with a little dissatisfaction: "Why are you so picky, then can you only use our own equipment for the rest of your life?" ”

Trood pointed to the ammo box next to him and said, "Throw that burning stick in your hand over there first, I've got something really good." ”

Alicia glanced down at the Lebel M1886 rifle in her hand, and felt that he was indeed inferior to the MP38 in her car, and even the Kar-98K was far from being comparable, so she had to throw it away.

"Here's what you're given." Trode lifted a gasoline bucket as he handed a gun to Alicia.

"What is this?" Alicia turned out to be a gun, but she didn't have much to fight with the French, she just thought the weapon was a little familiar.

"M1892 revolver," Trode replied as he continued his movements, "if you want bullets, there must be quite a few undozed boxes over there." ”

"You're going to give me this?" Alicia asked Trode, confused.

"What's wrong?"

Troll, who didn't understand what she meant, turned around, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and said with some puzzlement: "This gun is not bad on the French side, although there is still a little gap compared to the British **, but it is still useful." ”

"I mean," said Alicia, bowing her head, "you give such a recoil to a girl?" ”

"Huh?" Trode was completely stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that the two of them were completely unfocused.

"Ahem," he coughed dryly, and then prepared to excuse himself: "That's better than letting you go up with that burning stick and send you to death." ”

"Cut, you might as well have a snack." Alicia gave him a blank look and continued, "I'll help you too, there are a lot of boxes." ”

A few minutes later

"It's the last step, work hard!" Trood beckoned for everyone to pour gasoline on the last pile of weapons.

"I'm pretty much done here." Hans, who spoke, and Vincent had been laying out the leads, and the two of them took apart a lot of ammunition and laid a long line with the black powder inside.

"Okay, okay, I'm ready to withdraw, and I'll see the fireworks show later." Vincent's completion means that the main steps of the operation have been completed, and Trode has begun to evacuate everyone.

After lighting the fuse, Trode ran to his chariot as fast as he could, and soon after getting into the car, under the gaze of everyone, the ammunition depot began to explode violently, and then the flames rose to the ground, and then began to explode one after another, and the sound of "boom" resounded in the sky. Along with the flames, there was black smoke, and the sky was almost obscured by the smoke, and the only thing that could be seen was the burning sparks that were still burning from the sky

"This explosion is really refreshing, I don't know how many times more powerful than the ammunition depot last time." Natle temporarily borrowed Trode's location and telescope, a sight not to be missed for a saboteur like him.

"You stupid melon, don't look at it and saliva will flow down." Roy teased him.

Yorkson exhaled hard through his nose and snorted softly: "Just listening to this sound, I can probably guess how hard this explosion is, it is so far away, and the sound of the engine still can't cover him." With an explosion of this magnitude, that guy might actually be like you say. ”

Natel laughed twice and replied loudly: "You two can pull it down, I don't care about this level, we will definitely make something more ruthless than this in the future!" ”

"That's a must!" Trood sat in Nattel's seat and answered: "And the appearance of Batner's defense chief, I guess I will celebrate again today." ”

"Long live the celebration! Ahaha! This was followed by the shouts of the crowd

The loud explosions could not drown out the cheers of Trode, who drove away from the scene of the incident as fast as they could, but the French did not seem to want to let the uninvited guests who had entered their homes to cause trouble leave so easily.

Hans reminded Trode in a calm tone with the microphone: "Judging by the character and actions of the French, we must have entered their patrol area. ”

"During the day, evacuation is really not so easy." Trood checked the compass and map to make sure it was correct, and said, "All units have corrected their current direction to 25 degrees east-north. ”

"Roger!" Seven tanks made a turn on the ground, raising billowing yellow sand that mingled with the white eyes of their engines, blocking the view from behind