(It's another 5,000-word chapter, and the recommendation ticket will be smashed over~~)

One of the most important rules for the use of RPGs, which Albert also made clear in the instruction manual, is that it is forbidden to use RPGs to launch in small spaces, because the tail flame of an enclosed indoor RPG can instantly turn the user into a "human platoon" with seven to full fullness.

Hudson, who didn't want to be fully acquainted, retreated from the hut in a playful way, while Ernest had to go to the balcony and half-crouch and aim the T34 medium tank at the front with an RPG. Thankfully, everyone's attention was focused on the carnage across from them, and no one noticed that a couple of guys in sci-fi armor were standing on the houses on either side of them, aiming at them.

Ernest half-squinted, and radioed to the members of the secret forces in the nearby houses, "Everyone, pay attention, listen to my orders, and aim at the flanks and turrets of the tank." Wait, wait, well, the tank has already entered the predetermined position, free fire. ”

With a single command, four RPG rockets were aimed at the turrets of the four T34 medium tanks, and a milky white tail flame roared towards the steel behemoth.

Weisel was still complacent about his victory, unaware of the impending death, and the sound of the DT heavy machine gun overshadowed the RPG's sound, until a deafening explosion sounded from behind him, accompanied by a scorching wave of air that threw the formidable police chief far away.

The turret of the T34 tank was so driven by the impact of the rocket launcher that it spun clumsily in a circle in the air and slammed into the side of the road, smashing into a dusty pit with burning flames.

"Ahem, what's going on." Weisel coughed desperately, choking on the smoke and keeping his eyes open, but his sixth sense told him that if he didn't go any further, he would be affected by the explosion. Thinking of this, the will to survive made the police chief, who was not lightly injured, struggle to get up.

After he moved to a safe distance, Weisel saw that three T34 tanks behind him had been destroyed, and one track had been scrapped, and the tank commander who had been chatting with him just now was buried in the fire in a small space with his crew.

"My God, how could these rebels have such a powerful firepower, it must have been attacked by the West German army." Looking at the raging fire, Weisel was a little distracted, he didn't choose to run away, and probably even forgot that he was still in danger.

The last remaining T34 tank lost its mobility, but the crew inside escaped the defeat of the missing rocket launcher, and now they desperately turned the turret and raised the elevation angle of the barrel to find the target. It's a pity that the T34 has a maximum barrel elevation angle of only 30 degrees, so the Ernest is at an absolutely safe altitude.

But the others were not so lucky, and one of the team members, thinking he was at a safe height, forgot to hide indoors after the ambush, and instead stood on the balcony with great interest to admire the steel machine engulfed in flames.

Soon the driver of the tank locked on to this target, and the turret slowly turned, little by little, towards the unsuspecting members of the unit.

The unfortunate guy who didn't know that the catastrophe was coming, and he had already shot this kind of subordinate who didn't obey the order before, but considering that this guy was also covered with a device worth millions of dollars, Ernest, as the captain, was obliged to save him from the clutches of death.

"Three, for God's sake, get out of the balcony for me, don't you see that the tank is slowly aiming at you?" Ernest roared.

No. 3 also realized that the tank was aiming at him, and hurriedly flashed into the building from the balcony and hurriedly ran downstairs.

When the panicked Three disappeared from his sight, Ernest issued the next order.

"No. 1 and No. 2, you cover me with smoke grenades, and find the right time to completely scrap this tank, which has not been completely scrapped." Ernest pulled out a 107mm rocket from the house, ready to save the hapless man's life in the most foolproof way possible. An angry tankman can destroy a house unless you can outrun the shells on two legs.

Hearing the captain's order, the two men did not hesitate to drop the smoke grenade in front of the T34 tank with a grenade launcher, Ernest took a deep breath, and then resolutely jumped from the second floor.

The exoskeleton already has its own spring cushioning system, so Ernest jumps from a distance of 4 meters as if he was playing, and there is no damage at all.

The rising smoke blocked the view of the tank observers, so the tank was dumb at once. This bought valuable time for Ernest's operation, he went around to the side of the tank, the fuel tank of the T34 was basically hung in the direction of the flank of the tank, Ernest directly supported a 107mm rocket launcher with an iron frame, and then aimed the fuel tank of the T34 with a ruler. This is the easiest firing mode for 107mm rocket launchers.

"May God forgive you." While reading this sentence, Ernest also lit the tail fuse of the 107mm rocket launcher with fire like a Chinese firecracker.

With a whoosh, the 107mm flew towards the flank of the T34 tank like a cupola, and it was a breeze to penetrate the flank armor of the T34 tank with a 107mm rocket launcher, and the armor of less than 40mm could not resist the rocket attack at all, and soon the T34 was shot into the tank by the rocket launcher, and then exploded violently.

The knock-on effect of the rocket launcher was that the fuel tank exploded at the same time, and the huge impact and scorching heat even turned the armored vehicle directly from a killing machine into a pile of burning scrap metal.

"Well done, sir, burn them." A crowd cheered.

"I really didn't expect the 107mm rocket launcher to be used like this." The other sighed.

Everyone congratulated Ernest on the radio channel, but only Ernest understood the danger, if the smoke grenades at the time did not stop them, if the 107mm rocket launcher did not hit the target at the time, or if the machine gunner in the T34 tank decided to continue firing, then Ernest who almost hit the muzzle of the gun would not have been directly beaten into some unrecognizable pieces of flesh.

"Now isn't the time for a celebration feast, you guys keep my eyes open and see where that damn police chief is hiding?" Ernest shouted in the channel, and the smell of burning iron sheets and pungent blood filled the air.

"I've spotted him, hiding inside the entrance of the third shop to your right, are you going to shoot him?" Hudson's finger was already on the trigger of his sniper rifle, waiting for Ernest's final command. can kill such a heavyweight person, and I think I will be able to add a beautiful stroke to my resume in the future.

However, Hudson received a dismal message that Ernest radioed that the guy had to be handed over to the angry Germans, rather than imprisoned in his own intelligence service until old age or given a peanut outright.

It wasn't until the group of Resistance members peeked out from behind their bunkers that they saw the blood-drenched picture. The tank crew who wanted to escape through the hatch only stretched out half of their bodies and burned in the flames, and there was also a section of their bodies that blew out directly from the inside, and their internal organs flowed to the ground. Many people who had never seen such a cruel picture directly squatted down and bent over and vomited.

"What just happened?" Nietzsche looked at the four tanks that were scrapped in the blink of an eye and muttered to himself. He looked around a few times, but saw no one else.

"Could it be that there are other members of the Resistance?" Nietzsche thought to himself, but was interrupted by the shouting of a man.

"Weisel is there." Someone saw Weisel hiding in the store and trying to sneak away, and shouted angrily, and now everyone's attention was focused on the hapless police leader.

Soon he was pulled out, and the mighty Weisel was dragged from the store to the street like a dead dog, and the guns of the remaining members of the Resistance were aimed at Weisel's head.

The depressed Weisel has lost the courage to fight, he just wants to be shuttled by this group of people as soon as possible, and the province will have to be humiliated when he is dying, and he will be embarrassed and embarrassed at that time.

As if seeing through Weisel's thoughts, Nietzsche stopped the angry resistance members around him, and he picked up his AKM rifle and slammed it down on Weisel's face. Weisel was knocked directly to the ground, unable to move.

Weisel only felt that his nose had been hit by something, and it hurt so much that tears of pain were about to fall out. He felt that his face was sticky and had a fishy sweet smell, and he wiped it with his hand only to realize that his face was covered in blood.

The members of the secret forces standing on the roof of the house watched with interest the torture of Weisel, and some even carried cameras with them to film the scene, of course, all of this was Albert's advice, otherwise nothing revealing his identity was allowed in the operation. However, this kind of blockbuster news cannot be exclusive to Belgium, and it is better to go to the Great Britain Johns to confuse the polar bears.

"Two months ago, a seven-year-old kid in Leipzig just inadvertently said, 'I hate those Soviets in boots'. His father and mother were taken away by your notorious Stacy that night and never returned, and the little boy went to the orphanage. Four months ago, a drunken young man had inadvertently played a political joke with a friend, only to disappear the next morning, and a week later he had lost his leg. There are so many examples of this, tell me what you executioners will do other than attack unarmed civilians. ”

The more angry Nietzsche became, he raised his foot and kicked Weisser's stomach hard, Weisel only felt that all his internal organs were in pain, he grabbed Nietzsche's boots, cried and pleaded, "These are all orders from superiors, and we are just following the rules and procedures." ”

"Hmph, the order of the superiors, if it is really a group of incompetent bureaucrats, have you fed the dogs in your conscience?" The more Weisel explained, the darker it became, and Nietzsche pulled the bolt, ready to shut up the guy directly.

"Wait, if you kill me, it will only provoke more intense repression by the Soviet authorities. There is no need to escalate the situation and affect the innocent people of East Germany, I think everyone here has families. Aren't you afraid that they will be involved together when the time comes? ”

Nietzsche was quite dismissive of Weisel's threat, and he said coldly, "You threaten us? We are ready to sacrifice. The flowers of freedom must be watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants, and your repression will only provoke greater resistance, when the entire people of East Germany will take up arms to expel you thugs! ”

The more Nietzsche spoke, the more agitated he became, as if he had seen the people of the entire East Germany take up arms and beat the Soviet troops to the ground, and then expel them, but Nietzsche's illusions were shattered by an unusual series of gunfire.

"The Soviet army is coming!" The sentry members of the Resistance looked frightened, what he saw was not the Soviet troops holding Mosin Nagant, they were all ** sand submachine guns in their hands, whether it was continuous fire or suppressive posture, these people could throw the members of the Resistance without any military training down the street, and the most lethal thing was that they were much more numerous than the members of the Resistance.

The Soviet troops stationed in Berlin received information that militants had attacked the T34 tank, reminiscent of the tanks sent to suppress the people's riots and the inexplicable sound of explosions. The Soviet army also began to panic, thinking that the Western countries on the West German side had sent troops to run over the Berlin blockade area, and hurriedly organized troops to enter the city of Berlin.

Seeing the arrival of the army, Weisel knew he didn't have to die. Taking advantage of Nietzsche's distraction, he grabbed the members of the resistance around him, waved his arms and ran towards the Soviet troops, shouting in Russian as he ran, "Davarich (comrade), Fou Thurik (his own people), Davarich." ”

"Damn traitor." Nietzsche pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Weisel's back, then pulled the trigger. I don't know if Weisel shouldn't have died or Nietzsche was unlucky, the first shot actually jammed.

Thankfully, Ernest, who was watching the excitement in the house, got Hudson to come up with a magic knife and shoot the hopeful, glorious and angry secret police leader in the head with a sniper rifle.

Bang, the sharp and piercing gunfire pierced the air like the sharp chirping of an ostrich, and the Soviet soldiers who heard the gunshots all subconsciously crouched down to find cover, only Weisel, who was still running, did not know. Bullets went through the back of his head and out of his mouth, splattering on the ground with a cloud of scarlet blood.

Feng Shui took turns, and this time the leader of Stasi fell to the ground and never got up again, and he was only thirty meters away from the Soviets, and the men hiding behind the pillars watched him die.

"Boss, he's dead. Let's retreat. The members of the Resistance set up Nietzsche to quickly retreat backwards, escaping from what would soon become an area of war.

"Mission accomplished, evacuate quickly. Alpha, you make a little noise in that building so that this group of soldiers who don't know what is going on will step into the trap. Ernest was also preparing to evacuate, but he told the soldiers in charge of the cover to make some moves to buy more precious time.

"Roger, sir. You get out of here first, I'll set up the trap here, and then I'll be there. After Alpha replied, he was carefully tying a thin, invisible wire to the door, and the end of the thin wire was the killing surface of the Kramer Mine that said 'This is facing the enemy'.

He placed explosives in every room of the building, from grenades to mines. At that time, he was originally an expert in demining in the army, and of course his mine-laying skills were not inferior. It was precisely because of this that the head of the secret army took a fancy to him, and he would make an exception to recruit this guy who had a bad record four times.

Alpha gently hooked the thin line with his hand, and after confirming that it was secure, he proudly picked up the rifle on the ground beside him, walked to the balcony, and shot indiscriminately at the Soviet troops downstairs who did not know the truth, until he ran out of magazines, he dropped the rifle and fled towards the back road he had prepared.

"Attack, attack." Sure enough, the sound of Alpha's gunfire attracted the attention of all Soviet troops, who, under the cover of machine guns, lined up and headed for the door. The Soviet soldiers at the head of the platoon cautiously opened the false gate and made sure that there were no explosives in ambush at the door before kicking the door open.

"The bottom is safe, no one." The first soldier glanced at his gun and headed upstairs. He stared intently at the corner of the second floor, afraid that someone would suddenly fire a cold gun in that place. Only he ignored the fact that there was a thin line at his feet, on which was strapped a grenade, but it was concealed by a stack of newspapers.

This is the weirdness of Alpha's design, first making you think that the other party is not setting mines in the building, and then when you go up the stairs, you think that the enemy will set up an ambush for you to strafe a machine gun, in fact, he completely uses the fixed ideas formed by the soldiers because of their experience to complete the layout.

There was a loud bang, and the two Soviet soldiers who were walking in the front were blown apart, and even the windows in the corridor were shattered. The Soviet troops who stayed outside the building hurriedly shouted that something was going on inside.

This grenade is designed to kill and injure the people at the front, so that the latecomers dare not step forward, and sure enough, after witnessing the tragic situation of the injured and dead team in front of them, their steps become hesitant.

"What about our tanks? The building was full of landmines, and two of us were killed on the spot and three were injured. The Soviet troops, who ran out of the small building, shouted at the captain.

"The tank will come in three minutes, you surround this house, don't let him slip away. When the time comes, the tank will send this guy directly into the sky. The captain instructed unhurriedly, anyway, the people in the building were already turtles in the urn, and there was no need to let others take risks.

It's a pity that when he gave this order, Alpha had already fled, and the remaining group of Soviet soldiers surrounded the front door of the house, and another group of people interspersed with the back box and stared at the back door of the house. Of course, no one ever came out of it again. The only pity is that the Kramer deployed by Alpha failed to surprise them.

After meeting at a fixed location, Ernest and his party planned to walk 24 hours on foot from the mountains of Berlin to bypass the Soviet blockade, and all of them were equipped with exoskeletons, so they were not worried about whether such a high-intensity march would be able to return to West Germany by tomorrow afternoon.

Just as they were about to leave, Alpha noticed something strange in the sky, he pointed his finger at the sky, and asked aloud, "What's that?" ”

Everyone followed his direction and saw dozens of American C46 transport planes flying in the skies of East Berlin, the territory of the Soviets.