"Shaped like a morgue", this is what Lynn heard from an American non-commissioned officer when he was in the dining room, and now, under the dazzling light of the searchlight, what appeared in front of him was indeed a building with only the walls and roof on the surface. In terms of floor space, it should be a rectangle with a very large ratio of length to width, with no windows in sight, only a row of exhaust holes near the top. In this dry desert Gobi region, the warehouse does not have to worry about moisture due to the low terrain, and can keep the internal temperature as low as possible in the hot summer.

In wartime or not, the armory in any military zone is an important facility, and it is not surprising that it is heavily guarded. When there were still dozens of meters away, Lynn stopped the car and borrowed a telescope from the commandos to observe. The armory's doors were open and brightly lit, and three trucks were parked in the doorway, and figures could be seen moving between the trucks and the gates, and occasionally a small forklift appeared.

The U.S. air defense units on the periphery were still firing at UFOs with heavy artillery fire, and based on the experience of the previous two times, the shelling lasted only about ten minutes, and in order to control the overall situation before the shelling was over, Lynn could not wait for the commandos to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of this unfamiliar building -- since he had already engaged in this risky and risky operation, he might as well be more daring.

The car drove back on, as the cannon fire on the perimeter was particularly noisy, and it was not until Lynn and their jeep approached the armory gate that the sentries with guns in front of them noticed the "own men". They calmly motioned for Lynn to stop, shouting as they walked over and asked, "Is it Captain DT?" Why are you here so late? ”

Blind cat meets dead mouse? Lynn would not take this situation lightly, and he replied loudly in American English, which he had been pondering for more than a month: "No, I'm Mott...... Damn, Lieutenant MT, just returned from the front. The situation is really bad! How's it going? ”

The leading sentry, who seemed to be a lieutenant, replied in a loud voice: "The weapons and ammunition are being loaded, and those guys from the car company are trying to start the tank, but they don't seem to be very good at it!" ”

Tank?

Lynn was stunned. I have also been at this base for more than a month, and I have heard the sound of various cars, but there is no harsh metal sound of tank tracks rubbing. The Yankees have a lot of money, and the tanks can even be idle in the warehouse, is it an old-fashioned model?

Before you know the answer, you must first pass the Sentinel level. Seeing that they were a few steps away from the jeep, Lynn turned to turn her headlights at them, then stopped, opened, and got out of the car.

"Damn, we'd better be faster!"

As she spoke, Lynn deliberately lowered her head and rubbed her face to hide the fact that she was slightly taller than Lieutenant Mott (judging by the size of his uniform). Then, deliberately stumbling on his feet, his body swaying as if he could not support it, he took two steps back seemingly naturally.

The leading sentry was just as surprised as the sentries in front of him who had gone to see God, and he hurried forward, ready to support Lynn.

"Are you hurt? Oh, my God! So much blood! ”

"yes, I feel a ......little dizzy," Lynn propped her left hand on the back seat of the jeep, and secretly gave the commandos next to her a look, and they quickly got out of the car, either without a spear, or hid it at their sides, and one of them even pretended to be surprised and said in English, "Ah, sir, are you swollen?" ”

The U.S. sentries had already arrived at the jeep, and with the skills of the commandos, it would be easy to kill them, but the point was that there were other U.S. soldiers on the truck parked in front of the armory. Under the combined effect of searchlights and artillery fire, although the brightness here is different from that of daytime, you can still see the scene from twenty or thirty meters away.

Lynn slowly fell to the ground with the support of the leading sentry, his eyes were deliberately straightened, as if he was about to die, and at this time, several other American sentries also approached with half curiosity and half concern, they stood with the commandos, and when they found that the style of these guys' uniforms and logo accessories were somewhat different, the surname was already in each other's hands.

The play was already played, and Lynn's eyes suddenly flashed, his left hand pulled the collar of the leading sentry, and his right hand grabbed the dagger and swiped it heavily on his neck, and then hugged him tightly to his chest, allowing him to convulse and not produce a syllable. The surrounding commandos also grabbed the medicine according to the rules, and gathered together like a rugby ball before the opening of the game, but they had already killed these sentries like chickens in the blink of an eye. And that's not all, Lynn immediately shouted in his beautiful words: "Come and help, these guys need help!" ”

Due to the anti-aircraft fire around the base, only a few of the trucks and carrying soldiers at the entrance of the armory heard the request for help, but most of the rest followed, led by them. Lynn lay on the ground unhurriedly, turning her head to watch the American soldiers run over the deadly distance of more than ten meters. In the process, he pulled out the pistol and spare magazine from the lead sentry, pushed them away, got up on his knees, and pulled the Colt M1911, which still had 5 rounds in the magazine, from his holster.

Once again, the time of killing came, and under the leadership of Lynn, the commandos showed the ruthless nature of "vampires", and in just a few seconds, they shot more than a dozen American soldiers who came to the rescue with good intentions, and also killed the other soldiers who remained on the side of the truck with accurate shots.

Although there was still artillery cover this time, Lynn knew that the distance was too close, and the American officers and soldiers in the armory must have noticed it, and the ordinary infantry was not enough, but those tanks...... At this point, he was undaunted, and while changing the magazine for his pistol, he shouted in German: "Leave one person to stand guard outside, and the rest will rush with me, and you must attack without hesitation!" Vampires are invincible! ”

"Vampires are invincible!" The commandos responded in a low but firm voice.

Thinking that at the beginning, with a Mauser shell gun in each hand, he fought majestically against the Soviet army on the Eastern Front, Oranienburg and Berlin, and now his handy goods have been replaced by American-made "Colt", and Lynn's battle maniac surname is still inspired by the strong smell of blood. He took the lead in rushing to the gate of the armory, but instead of recklessly burying his head in, he ducked down, raised his gun in both hands, and surveyed the battlefield as fast as he could: the warehouse was brightly lit and uncovered, with mountains of equipment and supplies and canvas-covered jeeps piled up on both sides, and a wide but not large aisle for trucks to pass through in the middle, and American officers and soldiers used wheeled forklifts (this thing first appeared in the early 20th century and was more common during World War II) to transport entire boxes of ammunition and supplies to the trucks outside. At this time, there were about twenty or thirty people in the warehouse, most of them were uniformed and unarmed US military personnel, and the tanks that could not be carried by forklifts were placed near the armory gate, a total of four, the two in the back were still covered with canvas, and the two in the outer part were "trying to start" the American soldiers. Looking at the appearance, they look like the M3 "Stuart" light tank, which is quite common on the battlefield of World War II, but the turret is small, and the hull outline is not full enough, and insiders can see at a glance that this is the main force of the US Army's armored forces in the 40s - M2 light tank. In fact, it is inferior to M3 times in terms of speed, firepower, and defense, and its comprehensive surname is not satisfactory, and it can only compete with its own Xiaodou tank on the islands in the Pacific Ocean, and it is completely vulnerable to landing on the European battlefield. They were to the U.S. Army what the No. 1 tank was to the German Army, mainly in terms of personnel training, tactical research and experience accumulation.

Once again, Lynn's intuitive judgment proved to be more accurate. Hearing the gunshots outside the door, the American officers and soldiers in the armory realized that the situation was not good, but except for some officers who were armed with pistols, the rest of the soldiers did not have relatively bulky rifles or submachine guns hanging on their bodies - there were two rows of weapons cabinets at the far end of the armory, storing guns and weapons that had been opened but were not used for the time being, and the soldiers rushed to these weapons cabinets, while others temporarily pried open the ammunition boxes to retrieve bullets from them. They were stunned to see Lynn, a bloodied "American [***] officer" rushing in with a gun, but the people who rushed into the armory immediately after them turned their surprise into panic: the first feeling under the light was that they were attacked by the elite paratroopers of the German army!

Whether it is a paratrooper or a special operations commando, they are all extremely dangerous opponents. However, in terms of the degree of danger, the most terrifying thing is definitely the bloody "American [***] officer", his two fulcrum 45 caliber (11.43mm) Colt pistols fired one after another, instantly knocking down the two American soldiers who had not had time to get into the tank, but this was just an appetizer, he looked like there was only a tank in his eyes, completely ignoring that the American soldiers around him had already picked up weapons or were about to pick up weapons, the wind rushed towards the M2 on the left, and his movements were agile and did not look like he was injured at all. Coming to the side of the tank at a speed of 100 meters, the American soldiers who got into the tank were still trying their best to turn the turret, but these slightly old guys were really not easy to call, and before the artillery or machine gun fired, the "bloody man" had already penetrated through the cockpit that had not been closed, and then several gunshots were heard from inside the tank. Suddenly, the "bloody man" poked his head and half of his body out of the cockpit and used it as his shooting cover to shoot at the nearby American soldiers with weapons in their hands. Under his leadership, the four "German paratroopers" in the back also showed their courage and combat effectiveness, and the assault rifles in their hands smoothly spewed out deadly tongues of fire, and in just a moment's effort, they killed all the more than ten American soldiers on the other side of the weapon cabinet, although one of them was immediately shot by the American officer hiding in the corner, but the others were completely unafraid of the ammunition explosion that the bullet might trigger, and continued to shoot and kill the remaining American officers and soldiers in the armory.

(To be continued)