Led by a commander like Lynn, and followed by a group of desperate Predators, the battle to storm the armory was over in less than two minutes, with a mere 5 men killing 27 American officers and soldiers, and only one was wounded...... Lynn climbed out of the cockpit of the M2 light tank and walked briskly over to the wounded commando, who had been shot in the stomach while another commando was treating him to stop the bleeding.

"Hey, man, are you alright?" Lynn asked with concern.

It is a well-known truth that there will inevitably be casualties in battle, not to mention this kind of battle in which there are fewer enemies and more enemies. However, from an emotional point of view, who wants to leave their amiable comrades-in-arms in a foreign land far from their homeland, and not even a tombstone?

"It's a bit bad!" The commando endured the pain and smiled, "Sir, go first!" I'll stay here after the break! ”

Such a righteousness makes people feel both emotional and helpless -- why is the army composed of such soldiers still the losers of the war. Lynn said flatly: "Just kidding, I'm Lynn. Gargo never leaves a brother behind! Man, you bandage his wounds and help him back to the jeep, and the rest of the ...... Plant explosives and fuses separately, and we're going to blow this place up! ”

They were all night combat elites who had undergone special operations training, and the commandos immediately acted according to Lynn's orders.

Stopping the bleeding and bandaging, Lynn couldn't help much, he got up and walked to the middle of the aisle, except for four tanks and some jeeps and light infantry guns, this armory was stored with whole boxes of materials - guns, ammunition, explosives, and all of them were standard weapons and ammunition of the US army, which did not help much for the commandos who still used German-made equipment, so his eyes finally fell back to the two M2 tanks outside, and the US officers and soldiers had been debugging these "old guys" who had been stored for a long time. In terms of combat surname, this light tank is not on the stage at all, but this is not a European theater, and the American troops stationed near the base are not too likely to have tanks and heavy artillery.

Thinking of this, Lynn re-climbed into the tank and used the tank stance skills she had learned in the "Vampire" commando training camp to try to activate it.

Gollum Rumbling ...... The low-horsepower gasoline engine hissed crisply, and the early development of American tanks had a lot to learn from British tanks, and the M2's driving system was not much different from the British tanks that Lynn came into contact with during commando training. After a short fumbling experience, he still drove it to move relatively smoothly, forward, right, forward, Lynn sat in the pilot position with the hatch open, watching the door of the armory get closer and closer, it was like a simple driving game, and there was indeed a little bit of pride in his heart. With no applause, he drove the light tank, which was not so old but was far behind the mainstream, out of the armory and stopped next to the jeep he had just driven. The previous commando had already helped the wounded over, and with the guards outside, there were already three people sitting in the jeep. Leaving the tank, Lynn briefly exchanged views with them, the one who was more confident in the guns followed him as a temporary cameo armored soldier, and the other was responsible for driving the jeep and returning the wounded to the medical station.

Asked the commandos who volunteered to help him drag out the American soldier who had just been killed in the tank, and Lynn personally checked the tank's fuel and ammunition. It can be seen that the Yankees had prepared everything for it before the battle, the oil cylinders were filled with freshly filled gasoline, and the ammunition boxes in the inner compartment were also filled with 37mm shells and machine gun bullets, which saved them a lot of trouble.

After a while, the commandos loaded the armory with explosives on the spot, and Lynn finally came to the door to take a look, still lamenting the "luxury" of the Yankees: can the two battalions of guards need to stock up on weapons and ammunition that are enough for a battle?

However, after thinking about it, modern warfare is not only about the quality and will of the army, but also whether there is strong national strength and industrial strength as the backing has become the primary factor in determining the outcome of the war.

"Ignition, retreat!" He coldly ordered.

After lighting the fuses, the two commandos quickly left the armory, and Lynn asked one of them to get into the jeep to care for the wounded and deal with possible battles on the way, and one got into a tank and a machine gun, and drove the M2 himself in the direction of the medical station - considering that the technicians could have dizziness and cramps at any time during their work and life, the medical station was located between the working and living quarters of the base.

Without being familiar enough with his surname, Lynn couldn't drive this American-made light tank to a top speed of 58 kilometers per hour, but it was still quite refreshing compared to driving a jeep: you could ignore the barbed wire door and directly collide and run over, and you didn't have to go down to fool around when you saw the American sentry, and directly used the machine gun on the tank to shoot and clean up, which saved time and effort, and the only thing you need to pay attention to is those who occupy the commanding heights and implement the battle blockade.

Not far away, an earth-shattering roar came from the rear, and its momentum was even more majestic than the moment of the atomic bomb test, and the huge explosion instantly overwhelmed the still noisy anti-aircraft artillery on the periphery. Sitting in the cockpit, Lynn couldn't look back at the magnificent scene of the explosion at the armory, but the sudden brightening of her vision fully illustrated the intensity of the explosion.

In the sky ahead, the "UFO" shining with silver light can still be seen, but judging by the direction in which it flies, it should soon be out of the sight of the US air defense forces, and I don't know if it still has enough fuel to turn around for a few more minutes. Time was pressing, Lynn chose the most direct path to bury his head and rush, and in a few minutes, the novel combination of "the leader of the light tank and the rear of the jeep" successfully arrived at the medical station occupied by the commandos, and the corpses were still all over the ground, and there were faint gunshots around. Lynn turned the tank head-on towards the base gate, and parked it in a dark corner next to the building, leaving the two commandos to stay on the tank and set fire on the guns and machine guns to deal with the outlying American forces that could launch a counterattack at any time after discovering the anomaly. After that, he quickly tore off the American military cap and the blood-stained American military uniform, helped the commandos carry the wounded companion out of the jeep, took the steel helmet and assault rifle of the temporarily incapacitated commando, put on the vest and buckled the steel helmet, and drove the jeep to the living area of the base.

After more than ten minutes of cleaning and searching, many commandos along the way had escorted the older technicians and their frightened and depressed families to the medical station, and Lynn kept stopping to identify that although some of them were senior technicians, they were not in the core department of the atomic bomb project, and some were just administrative and logistical managers, and for these worthless targets, Lynn made only one action: shaking his head at the commandos. As he drove away, a barrage of gunfire could be heard behind him, which was brutal but risky and risky for a surprise that would not allow for mercy or hesitation.

Just like fishing, as long as the net is placed in the right place, you can always catch a few valuable fish. Soon, Lynn saw a commando escorting Dr. F.F., the top German Jewish physicist James Brown. Frank is an expert in quantum science on the atomic bomb test project. In Lynn's judgment, the role and significance of this person can be ranked in the top ten in the "Manhattan Project".

"Hey, Dr. FR!" Lynn's gaze was staring at the grizzled Jew in his pajamas. Because of the hostile political climate in Germany, he moved to the United States in the mid-30s and taught at universities until joining Oppenheimer's nuclear program. Because of his "same origins", Lynn disguised himself as an assistant researcher in molecular physics, and had a few brief conversations with him in the past eight weeks, and even sat down at a table for dinner. At first, Dr. Frank didn't recognize it, but when Lynn took off his helmet and smiled in the glow of searchlights and gunfire, it was as if he had seen a demon from hell.

"This is the core expert of the American atomic bomb project, and he is also a great German scientist!" Lynn said to the commandos escorting the Doctor, "Be sure to take care of it as best you can!" ”

The commando replied in standard German: "Yes, yes!" ”

In the face of Lynn's gaze, Dr. Frank was like a deflated ball, not saying a word.

Lynn continued on her drive and soon found Major Blaze at Oppenheimer's quarters. Apparently, he had learned about the catch of the big fish from the commandos.

"Dr. Oppenheimer? I thought you had flown to Washington! ”

After getting out of the car, Lynn said in surprise.

Looking at Lynn, Oppenheimer, who looked depressed, was even more surprised.

Lynn carried an assault rifle in one hand and spread it out in the other: "Sorry, I took advantage of your kindness!" ”

The situation was already so obvious that there was no need to explain anything, Oppenheimer said viciously: "You Nazis will definitely be punished, you will definitely be!" ”

Lynn heard a lot of such words on the screen, but when someone cursed himself in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated and tingling in his heart, and he said unruly: "We are not as evil as you think, in fact, we are only warriors, warriors loyal to Germany, and only fulfill the responsibilities of warriors!" ”

"Humph! Executioner! Butcher! Oppenheimer continued to curse.

Lynn reluctantly turned to Bratz: "This is the number one person in the atomic bomb project, and if we catch him, we have no regrets about this trip!" ”

Bratz nodded, and immediately ordered the commandos to take Oppenheimer back to the medical station. He was about to say something to Lynn when the gunfire outside stopped.

At this time, more than twenty minutes have passed since the assault team entered the base in a truck, although Lynn is still not sure what the specific surname of the empire's "UFO" can be, but he feels that there is no invincible weapon in the world, and it has also taken a certain risk to wander in the nearby airspace for a long time, and he is already satisfied with the huge number and fierce firepower of the US anti-aircraft artillery group that has been held back for so long.

The searchlight that illuminates the night sky is still searching the night sky, and when I look up, the originally blue and deep sky is covered with gray smoke, and the UFO has long since disappeared.

At this moment, Braz turned in the direction of the "UFO" and saluted with a solemn salute, with a grim expression on his face behind a deep sadness.

"What's wrong?" Lynn was very strange.

"You don't know, do you?" Bratz put down his hand and said slowly and heavily, "More than a month ago, our disc vehicle technology achieved a breakthrough in manning, but due to the rotational vibration, strong noise and electromagnetic interference that is difficult to rule out, so far, a pilot can only hold on to two flights at most, and once it is exceeded, life will wither as quickly as a summer flower, and this is his third ......"

(To be continued)