In the midst of the clanging and running, Yama Honda's face became suspicious at this time, and a heavy rain directly lost the target they were pursuing, and what annoyed Yama Honda was that Picasso was shameless all the way to the car, and they could only run with both feet to move forward, and it was strange that this speed could really catch up.

Yama Honda wanted to protest very much, but this weak protest was afraid that it would only bring him greater shame, and Picasso behind him would definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, for Picasso to wear small shoes all the way, it really made Yama Honda extremely annoyed, and his soldiers were seriously hit by the mood, which was a very bad war-weariness,

Fujino Watanabe grumbled aggrievedly: "Yaga, these Nazis are too deceitful and too much, they are embarrassed to ride all the way, causing us to rain all the way, and the imperial warriors are all spoiled by them to afford to be war-weary, Yamamoto Shaosa, as a commander, should you take some practical action." ”

Fujino Watanabe originally had a brief idea of Yamahonda, and now he can't miss the opportunity to find an opportunity, and he is not to blame Yamahonda Iichi with disrespectful words, if he has a hard attitude, maybe they will not be bullied to such a fate now, the more he thinks about it, the more aggrieved Fujino Watanabe feels that Yamamoto Daichi is not suitable to be a commander at all,

Jiro Kato was drenched in heavy rain and had no refutation or support for Fujino Watanabe's words, he had always been neutral, and he was not in the mood to participate too much at this time, what should be done and what should not be done, what he was thinking about in his heart was how to get in the car behind him, and no longer have to walk on his feet or anything.

Yamahonda suddenly raised a hand high, shouted loudly and stopped advancing, then turned his head and glared at Fujino Watanabe in an unkind tone and said: "Watanabe, if you have the ability to convince Picasso in the back, I don't mind giving up my position as commander, or you have good force to subdue him, if you don't have the ability, shut your foul mouth." ”

"You, good, good." After Fujino Watanabe saw Yamamotoda's unkind gaze and the action of drawing the knife to calm down, he didn't say two good words in a row, and now he remembered that the supreme commander was Yamahonda Ichi, and he was just an adjutant's assistant, if Yamamoto Daichi was angry and stabbed him alive, he deserved it.

As soon as Yamahonda saw the dilapidated wooden house sheltered from the rain in front, he turned his head and looked at Jiro Kato and said: "Jiro Kato, tell me to go down to the broken house in front to rest, as for the Nazis in the back, let them chase after them slowly, the imperial warriors need to rest." ”

"Hey." Jiro Kato didn't talk nonsense, and directly waved his hand to signal his subordinates to go into the broken wooden house to rest, as for the Nazis in the back, I'm sorry, the broken wooden house can barely squeeze into these people, they want to hide from the rain and rest honestly in their own cars.

On the tracked armored command vehicle, Bills watched the Japanese in front of him enter the broken wooden house with a surprised expression, and it was obvious that they didn't want to move forward, but to find a place to rest or something, and the confused Bills looked at Picasso who was recuperating with his eyes closed on the command vehicle, and just wanted to say something and remembered something, but he didn't say it,

Picasso suddenly opened his eyes and said something that Bills was stunned for: "Bills, the Japanese can't hold on, right, dealing with these Japanese with wolf ambitions, you have to do this, just like treating your own dogs, you can't treat them too well, otherwise they will be a mad dog when they are armed." ”

Bills didn't speak or answer, for these so-called international allies, Bills didn't think so much at all, they just came to increase a little manpower, not to mention that it was still a cannon fodder-level team, life and death had nothing to do with him at all, his task was just to eliminate the allied forces that had infiltrated in,

Picasso didn't seem to care whether Biers listened to him or not, and continued to speak: "When a mad dog bites its owner, let them know that without a master, they are a wild dog, and we can't be soft and kind when dealing with these wild dogs, otherwise, we will suffer the loss." ”

Bills nodded and said, "Sir, as you said, mad dogs want to bite people, so we will whip them with whips to let them know that their masters are not easy to bully, but, sir, these mad dogs are disobedient and hide in the house to avoid the rain, you see..."

For these Japanese strikes halfway, Bills couldn't help frowning, the motorcycle soldiers of the mobile team were still parked in front of the rain, if these mad dogs didn't go, it would be difficult to stay so overnight, this is what Bills was most worried about, if these mad dogs deliberately tossed the dead,

Picasso sneered and said lightly: "The art of slave dogs should be exquisite, dogs will bite people in a hurry, let them take a breath and toss slowly, I really thought that this chief would count on them to lead the way, Bills, take out the map, and the nearby intelligence will be planned out in a unified manner." ”

Picasso didn't expect these Japanese to lead the way to catch up with the Allied elites, at this time Picasso was thinking about one thing, these Allied elites must still have unfinished tasks, thinking of something, Picasso immediately opened his mouth and instructed Bills to unify all the information of the surrounding teams,

There is Picasso, a figure from the headquarters, the correspondent quickly connected to the communication of the surrounding parts, according to Picasso's meaning, asked about the surrounding situation, and Beers took out the map and spread it out in a limited space, Picasso looked at the specific location on the map, and guessed the general route of the Allied forces in his heart,

Picasso pointed to the map of several small towns, and muttered to himself in confusion: "Mellin Town, Toronto Town, Tantas Town... So many places, where are these Allied rats, these guys must be wandering around this area, where the hell are they? ”

Beers sat on the side and didn't speak, quietly listening to Picasso's muttering, at this time Biers's heart was turbulent, he didn't expect that this seemingly muscular Picasso, even his brain was so flexible, no wonder the Führer would personally send him to hunt down the Allied elite, the feelings had already been calculated,

While Picasso was pondering, the correspondent ran over and reported the news: "Report, there is information from the small town of Myers, tomorrow night there is a super cannon escorted by the third battalion of the 108th regiment, and the commander of the other side has asked for additional manpower support in case there are guerrillas in the transit station. ”

"Myers Town, Super Cannon Cannon." After Picasso heard the correspondent's report, he didn't react for a while, and when the correspondent reported the information again, Picasso quickly looked at the map of the small town of Myers, and calculated in his heart that the route of the Allied elite might go to the small town of Mels.

Picasso wasn't quite sure that the Allies would be in Myers Town, which was surrounded by heavy firepower, and the most likely thing was that the super cannon would enter Myers Town or leave between two distances, and it was irrational to storm Myers Town, unless they had large troops and tanks, otherwise there was no way to storm the iron barrel-like defense of Myers,

After figuring out the route and goals of the Allied elite, Picasso lowered his head and pondered the two most dangerous sections of the map, and said to himself in confusion: "The Cressan Bridge at the entrance and the Flemish Bridge at the exit, which is their main goal." ”

When Picasso was in a dilemma, Bills reminded him in time: "Sir, now we have only two ways to divide the situation, either we go to the Cressan Bridge or the Flemish Bridge, choose one of the two, and leave the rest to the Japanese behind." ”

Picasso said with a puzzled look: "The soldiers are divided into two ways, it's a bit risky, but there is no way to do it, the Cressan Bridge is still thirty miles away from here, if the Japanese run over on foot, as long as they are not lazy, they should be able to arrive before the evening, the Flemish Leeds Bridge, far away, I'm afraid only our mobile troops will go, I believe they will definitely choose one of them." ”

After thinking about it, Picasso really can't think of any good way, he can only pass Biers's suggestion, instead of wasting time here, it is better to prepare everything quickly, the news of this super cannon is really not the right time, Picasso is most worried about now, where did these Allied elites get explosives to blow up the bridge or something,

Picasso's face was gloomy, his hands were clenched into fists, and he said angrily: "Inform the troops to prepare to start their departure, Bills, go and warn the Japanese, if they can't make it to the Cressan Bridge by tomorrow night, if something happens there, tell them where they come from and where they go back, go quickly." ”

"Ah, yes, sir." After seeing Picasso's angry expression, Biers didn't think much about it, immediately opened the car door and jumped out, and ran to the shameless Japanese shelter from the rain and broken wooden houses in the wind and rain, cursing in his heart that these Japanese really knew how to think that they even wanted to take shelter from the rain.

When Yama Honda and the others just lit a fire and prepared for supper, Bills kicked the door open angrily, and when he saw their shameless appearance of preparing for supper, he was even more annoyed and scolded: "Okay, you guys, are you here to run errands or travel, if you don't want to do it, go back immediately." ”

"Yaga, what kind of thing are you, dare to be in me..."Fujino Watanabe was also full of anger at this time, and scolded Bills, if it weren't for Yamahonda to stop Fujino Watanabe by drinking, this guy really had the urge to pull out his knife and rush up to kill Bills,

"The chief has an order, if you don't make it to the Krissan Bridge tomorrow night, where will you come from and where will you go back, hum." Bills glanced at him with disdain and walked away after speaking, these Japanese are really good at enjoying it, they are raining outside, these guys are so good that they are shamelessly preparing for supper inside, and they are very annoyed when they think about it,

Under the direct gaze of his subordinates, Yamahonda stood up with a gloomy face and said, "Pack your things and get ready to go." ”