In the light breeze, the bitter smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the gurgling gunshots rang out one after another, which seemed to Lynn's ears as if the prankster had scraped the porcelain plate with a metal spoon, and his strong heart twitched involuntarily.

At this moment, he should have felt relaxed about the demise of the enemy, but his emotions were extremely depressed.

Still holding a point 45 caliber Colt in his right hand, the best marksman of the "Vampire" commando team became stingy for no reason. Unwilling to show off his fighting talents, unwilling to inspire his comrades and command in battle with a calm and high-pitched voice, but like a birch tree that does not exist in the desert, standing straight on this small hill, not at all worried that a flying bullet will hit him—subconsciously, Lynn even had the slightest hope that any bullet fired by any side would end his extremely difficult journey. It is glorious, great, and full of adventurers' feats; It is wicked, dark, and full of the fall of the deceivers.

As time passed, the smoke of gunfire grew thicker, the gunfire became thinner, the MG-42 that terrified the American officers and soldiers on the battlefield on the Western Front finally stopped tearing the linen continuously, and the Browning machine gun that the American army itself was proud of also ended their arrogant anti-war slaughter, only the crisp and monotonous crackling sound was still brutally sounding, it was the heroic and warlike Imperial soldiers mercilessly killing the American soldiers trying to flee the place.

Suddenly returning to his senses, Lynn saw the bodies of American officers and soldiers in the jeep, next to the jeep, inside the truck, next to the truck, next to the rocks, on the hillside, almost everywhere as far as the eye could see, their postures were ordinary, or strange, or lying flat, or distorted and terrifying because of the struggle at the time of death. At first glance, it is shocking and bleak.

Lynn lowered his hand and lowered his head, and he stood in place without saying a word, meditating.

These 200 or so American soldiers were indeed extremely inexperienced recruits, and when the battle began in a sudden and unexpected way, they completely lost their due composure, behaving in extreme immaturity and lack of organizational discipline. In a panic, they tried to resist, tried to fight back, until the bullets penetrated the chest and body of their comrades, until the blood of their comrades splashed, they woke up from the confusion, and no longer blindly insisted on fighting, but as the courage to resist disappeared in an instant, they began to rush to run, in a vain attempt to pick up a small life from the enemy's guns, instead of uniting and covering each other, and retreating to the rocky terrain with a fight, and separating from the officers in front of the convoy became a fatal failure.

When Bratz arrived with a Luger pistol, Lynn finally closed his eyes. He tried not to think about the killing scene just now, tried not to think about the inevitable connection between this and himself, but he couldn't find relief.

"They are all soldiers of the United States, and they should be ready for everything on the battlefield, including killing and being killed." Bratz said in a calm tone, "Now in Germany itself, on the banks of the Rhine, more than 500,000 Germans who have laid down their arms and surrendered are imprisoned like cattle by the British and American troops, lacking food and medicine, lacking clothing to cover, when it rains, they can only dig holes on the spot to hide, when they are sick, they can only pray for God's mercy, hundreds of people die every day, and what we do here is not enough to avenge these brothers." ”

Hearing this, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, as if he saw the scene depicted by Bratz, the prisoner of war camp with no edge in sight, hundreds of thousands of young or old German [***] people, who laid down their arms because of the end of the war, they did not seek a comfortable life, but only retained the desire for life, but the benevolent Western Allies finally showed their true colors, they waved the banner of neutrality and human rights, and let these hundreds of thousands of German soldiers who once made them feel terrified and frightened to fend for themselves in an inaction. Such a situation is not fictional, and Lynn has seen relevant historical descriptions and real photos before traveling to this war era. Thinking of the terrible concentration camps, the Allied officers and soldiers who died in the German prisoner of war camps, especially those positive World War II films shot by Britain and the United States and other countries, he did not feel much indignation at the German prisoners of war who died at that time, but after fighting in extremely difficult conditions for several months, these characters who were previously only images became living beings around him, and the brotherly feelings brewed and cultivated in the trenches surpassed the inseparable family affection.

Sighing and turning his head, Lynn faced Blaze and said, "If there is no war in this world...... How nice it would be! ”

With his calm sanity, Braz replied, "It's impossible, never possible!" Either rise in war or decay in war, there is no third way. ”

Lynn looked up and sighed, and for a moment, she resolutely put away all her pity and sentimentality, and turned back into an iron-blooded and arrogant imperial soldier.

Looking around, because no grenades were used, the smoke was not very strong, and it only took a few minutes for them to drift away in the wind, and the priority now was to make sure that no American soldiers escaped, and then clean up the scene in the shortest possible time. Many commandos have climbed the slopes and rocks, like hunters during the hunting season, with calibrated weapons to hunt prey in the jungle and meadows, and every click can mean the fall of a young life.

The commandos who remained around the convoy had already spontaneously cleared the battlefield at this time. Perhaps, like Blaze, he learned about the situation of the surrendered troops on his home, and they showed no mercy to the American soldiers who were hors de combat due to serious injuries, and ended their suffering with a single shot at close range, and then picked up the portable gasoline cans that had been left behind.

"We don't have to fill our trucks anymore, we change cars! Those prisoners of war...... Let them carry the corpses and carry them all to the col! Lynn shouted in German, her voice still a little jerky, but her language was simple and clear.

Although the battle was like a lightning storm, there were still a few soldiers on the US side who successfully surrendered - their posture of kneeling and raising their hands was so standard and pious that they actually survived the violent guns of the commandos, which cannot but make people feel the strength of human survival. At this time, driven by the commandos, they honestly played the role of corpse movers. For such a person, Lynn has always had no good feelings, he glanced coldly, and walked to the front of the convoy with "Colt" in his hand.

Before the battle began, Lynn improvised a jeep to the back to block the position, thus weakening the force against the American troops at the front, but the four commandos in American uniforms still used the Browning machine gun in their vehicles and the assault rifles in their respective hands to stage a clean strangulation battle with their comrades in the cab of the first truck. None of the four jeeps in which the American officers and soldiers were riding were able to start an escape, and none of them were able to use the Browning machine guns on the frames to fight back, and the jeeps were riddled with holes.

Lynn walked straight to the car in which the sunglasses-wearing lieutenant colonel was riding, and the American officer who had lost an eye on the battlefield and had been deeply scarred was sitting on his back, the back of his chair so damaged by multiple bullets that his chest was completely red with blood. His sunglasses obscured his only eye, but they couldn't hide his stunned expression. Despite his lack of anticipation of the sudden battle, he had a pistol in his hand - and if he was given one more second, he might have been able to fire the first shot.

For this sophisticated and sophisticated American [***] officer, Lynn was only talking about the most basic respect in his heart, but he glanced at the seemingly Ruger 08 in the other party's hand, broke his hand and picked it up, it was really a well-maintained German pistol, thinking that it should be the trophy he obtained on the European battlefield. If he still has a breath of air, he really wants to ask him to guess his identity. This opportunistic trick can't be achieved, and if it is ridiculed by others, how can there be any prestige left? It's time to be ashamed!

With almost a cigarette of effort, the gunfire completely subsided. As a one-to-four battle, it was a remarkable record to be able to win in such a short period of time, but the scattering of the corpses of American soldiers made Lynn feel helpless and entangled. He climbed up the mountain rock from the other side to take a look, and sure enough, the farthest had left the convoy three or four hundred meters away, and basically there were in all directions, it was far from enough to rely on these surrendered American soldiers to collect the corpses, and he didn't want the experts to have extremely strong resistance to himself because of this bloody scene, Lynn had to let the commandos also take turns to join the "corpse collection team", and they drove the jeep to collect the scattered in the distance, and the nearby ones were also carried to the recesses between the mountains and rocks one by one. One by one, the trucks are driven into the cols where they can hide their bodies, and the canopy canvas on the trucks is used as tents. These tarpaulins are yellowish and greenish in color, and they seem to be moss and grass grown in a humid environment between the rocks.

Plans are always unable to keep up with changes, and Lynn has a deep understanding of this proverb left by his ancestors, the corpse has not been completely cleaned up, and the truck has just begun to move, and flying objects appear in the sky. Naturally, this will no longer be your own disc aircraft, pick up the telescope and look at it, I don't know if it is a Mustang or another type of fighter, but the military green paint has shown its identity as the US Army Aviation.

Between luck and initiative, Lynn decisively chose the latter, and he ordered two commandos in American uniforms to drive along the road in a jeep, driving as fast as they could, so as to kick up dust on the sandy road. If the US military plane lowers its altitude and continues to drive, the person in the car must stand up and wave his arms vigorously, pretending to be happy to see his plane. In addition to attracting the attention of the US pilots, another task of the two commandos was to conduct reconnaissance in front of the large force to find out the road conditions ahead and whether there was a US military cordon deployed.

(To be continued)