"Safety! Charles, bring the people hanging the lottery! ”

The lieutenant shouted. Immediately, the building was filled with another scream. The surviving brethren of the B Company helped all the wounded soldiers of Company D into the building. Screams, screams and moans immediately pierced the ears of everyone present. Pozik pulled out an infrared marker bomb and threw it in the corner, then shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Gomander 40DA calls Blue 29, Gomand 40DA calls Blue 29!" Complete! ”

"Blue 29 received, done!"

"The landing site has been established, do not fire at an infrared-marked point seventy yards east of Blue 970. I repeat, the landing site has been established, do not fire at an infrared marker 70 yards east of Blue 970, over! ”

"Roger, Gomand 40DA!"

Pozik frowned as he looked at the wounded soldier lying on the ground writhing in pain. There was a man whose ankle was broken and his foot was bent into an incredible shape. Some lost their hands and feet, and bloody muscles and blood vessels were exposed. One man's ribs were exposed, and the red bones shrank as the lungs breathed. Some people had blood on their heads, and it was useless to wrap several layers of gauze. The medics were so busy that they wanted to grow another hand to relieve the stress. Yes! The screams cut through Pozik's eardrums and drove him crazy.

"The 42nd Assault Battalion enters the Blue Zone!" The walkie-talkie rang again. Lieutenant Pozik suddenly thought of something, he turned around and shouted to his subordinates: "The people who can move in Platoon A." Come with me! ”

"Whew!" Someone replied loudly.

The aerial gunboats began to bombard the enemy forces around the landing area indiscriminately, and the helicopter formation of the 42 nd Assault Battalion took advantage of this opportunity to brave the artillery fire and land crookedly to the designated place. The soldiers jumped out of the helicopter. Run to the side of the road. After the soldiers were all gone, the helicopter formation couldn't wait to pull up and quickly escape from this terrible Shura field.

The sky is spinning, and it is impossible to tell who is firing and where is firing. Bullets whizzed past the ears, and various projectiles flew around like silver needles, weaving together into a web of death that even a mouse could not climb. The shouting and scolding were all over the place. Missiles scurryed through the streets with a thin smoke in tow. Boom! The explosions were too numerous to count.

A tank stopped in the middle of the road and fired heavily with a 120mm gun and a 12.75mm machine gun at the enemy troops on the upper floor. At this moment, whoosh! A missile flew by. Plunged headlong into the tank. Rumble! The turret of the tank was lifted like a toy. Deadly shock waves and steel plates knocked the people around the tank to the ground.

A tank driver covered in fire struggled to get out of the blown up tank, staggered a few steps, and then fell headlong to the ground, never to get up again.

Some soldiers risked their lives to run around the tank. Drag the wounded behind a roadside bunker. There are also soldiers who hide behind tanks and use tanks as cover to cover their teammates to rescue wounded soldiers.

"Medic!" Someone shouted.

Syllable! A fatal bullet struck Medson in the neck. Madson threw his head back and fell to the ground, his rifle falling to the side. Poof, reddish blood gushed out of the wound and splattered everywhere. Lieutenant Pozik rushed forward, grabbed Medsen and dragged him desperately behind a broken wall.

"Medic!" The lieutenant roared.

Poof, blood still bubbling out. Medson opened his mouth. Glaring, he wanted to breathe. But it can't breathe in any gas. Lieutenant Pozik hurriedly took out the hemostatic cloth, pressed it against Medson's wound, and said to Medson: "Hold on, stay with me, look into my eyes, breathe, aren't you still going to open a five-hundred-acre farm?" Hold on, and soon you'll be home. ”

"Medic!" The lieutenant raised his head and roared again.

Medsen writhed in pain, struggling to kick his legs. He held one hand to his neck, the other hand clutched Pozik's collar, his mouth and neck were covered in blood, and he couldn't hold out for long.

Eventually, a paramedic came running and began to resuscitate Madson. Pozik held Medsen's blood-stained hand and kept saying, "Hold on, breathe, you'll go back alive and open your little farm in Austria." ”

The lieutenant turned his head and subconsciously looked at the blown up tank next to him. Suddenly, he noticed a familiar figure appear behind the tank, and when he looked closely, it was Sergeant Flotz!

Flotz lay on his stomach behind the tank and fired at the enemy soldiers. In a few moments, Flotz had fired all the bullets in the magazine. He retracted, pulled down the bolt with a thud, and removed the empty magazine. He inadvertently raised his head, and happened to spot Pozik as well.

Flortz smiled wryly at Pozik.

Rumble! A blinding flash of lightning struck the tank like lightning, and Pozik and the paramedic swooped down on Medsen. The hot fireball gripped the tank again, and all sorts of debris crackled and poured to the ground like rain. Boom, Pozik and the medics' backs were covered in debris.

When Pozik lifted up, he found that Medson's cold hand was still tightly gripping his own, but by this time Madson was out of breath.

The lieutenant looked back at the tank next to him, which had been blown up twice, and was stunned. He saw that the place where Flotz had been lying had turned into a pool of blood. Flotz's body lay in a pool of blood and was blown into two bloody pieces of organic matter, like a smashed strawberry cake. Slimy internal organs flowed out, and all sorts of incredible musculo, blood vessels, and nerves were exposed to the air, smearing the air with the smell of blood.

Pozik stared blankly at Flotz's body, his mind blank.

Bang! The enemy hit the flamethrower's fuel canister, causing a large explosion. The flames tore the flamethrower's hands apart, and pieces of burning flesh were tossed in all directions. But Pozik didn't even notice all this, as if it had nothing to do with him. The howls of soldiers from other units could be heard over his walkie-talkie: "Unit 639, move two hundred yards to the right." Destroy the defenders in the southwest corner! Unit 363 retreats backwards from Road R03! Air support is still not on the line, there is no artillery support! ”

Pozik and Flotz met each other because they fought in elementary school, and they've been glued together ever since. There seems to be an endless topic to talk about. They have copied each other's homework, and they have all been scolded by teachers. They have been arguing until now because they chased the same girl in middle school......

The scenes of getting along with Flotz lingered in Pozik's mind like a movie. Everything was a blood-red bubble, and Flotz's voice became an illusory memory in his mind. It's so fast, it's all coming so fast! Pozik simply could not accept such a harsh reality.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant! The medic's roar brought Pozklora back to reality, and Pozke glanced back at the medic before vomiting out all the sour stuff in his stomach.

A few hours later. The sound of gunfire near the blue landing zone is gradually becoming more and more subdued, and it seems that the battle for the blue LZ point is basically over. The soldiers slowly straightened up from behind their bunkers and took a closer look at the war-torn city.

The road was littered with twisted corpses and the remains of vehicles that had been burned to the point of being ugly. There were Allied and German ones. Purple blood and red blood mingled together and flowed through the streets like a polluted stream.

The medics began to get busy, and the sappers began to repair fortifications and damaged armored vehicles. Helicopters in the sky began to increase. All kinds of military supplies were sent in a steady stream.

"Gomande HQ. Preparing to carry out Plan 2," at this moment, the quantum walkie-talkies of all the soldiers rang, "The 42nd Assault Battalion is holding six blocks in front and five blocks in depth around the Blue Landing Zone. The 45th Assault Battalion was responsible for clearing Road R57. The 40th Assault Battalion captures the Lübeck airfield, over! ”

"You all hear it! Let's do it! Someone shouted.

Woo, helicopter formations of the 847th and 845th Aviation Squadrons flew over and slowly landed on the street. The troops, having received the order, began to stir. Soldiers began to get into the light transport helicopter one after another. After all combat-capable men of Platoon A had entered the helicopter, Pozik lifted his rifle. I also got in.

The sound of the engines began to sharpen, and the helicopters of the 847th and 845th Aviation Squadrons slowly pulled up and began to move in the direction of Lübeck airfield. Seeing off the aviation squadron were the gazes and curses of the soldiers of the 42nd Assault Battalion.

Pozik sat in the crowded helicopter, his body swaying from side to side with the vibration of the fuselage. The radio communicator in the cab was constantly ringing, which made people particularly irritated.

Another boring wait.

"Attention, Holmand 40," said the voice of Major Paske, commander of the 40th Assault Battalion, over the on-board radio communicator: "Company A is responsible for emptying the hangars around the runway, and then covering the blue H area for Company B to clear the ADA around the runway, Company C searches for and destroys all targets in the airfield, and Company D clears the buildings around the runway." The brethren of the 45th Assault Battalion will cover you and guard our rear, over. ”

Pozik gently rested his head back in his chair.

I don't know how long later, the fuselage suddenly jolted, turning everyone in the cabin upside down. Pozik almost kissed the ceiling of the helicopter.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Below there was a fierce exchange of small arms fire, as well as the sound of dense explosions. Bang bang bang! Bullets from nowhere hit the helicopter, making the sound of stones hitting cans.

Boom! In the distance, a light transport helicopter exploded in the air, and burning wreckage splattered everywhere.

The soldiers in the cabin were in a commotion, and everyone was shouting to get out of the hell and get out of this hellish place.

The pilot turned around and shouted, "Everyone's sit tight!" We're at Lübeck airport! Pozcra looked down at the handle on the ceiling of the cabin. He saw many helicopter gunships flying away from the flight formation, indiscriminately bombarding enemy firing points.

"Kill it!" The excited voice of the gunship pilot was heard over the on-board radio communicator.

Several helicopters staggered down the runway under the cover of helicopter gunships and special smoke bombs, and when all the soldiers in the helicopter had escaped, the helicopters hurriedly pulled up and left. Thanks to the thermal imaging of the electronic goggles on each soldier's head, Pozik could clearly see through the white smoke screen that the soldiers were lying on the runway, firing at the anti-aircraft guns on the side of the runway—they must have been soldiers from Company B.

Boom! There was a loud bang. A helicopter gunship was hit by anti-aircraft fire. The helicopter gunship billowed desperately in the air with thick black smoke. "May! May! We're falling! Red Killer No. 57 is falling! The pilot's hoarse shouts were heard on the other helicopters' onboard radios.

"Be careful!" Another voice came in, "Dodge!" Dodge! It's coming! Be careful! "Boom! The gunship that was hit hit hit a helicopter. Two helicopters were wrapped in fireballs, boom! The burning wreckage was thrown in all directions. A piece of propeller wreckage spun at high speed past the helicopter in which Pozik was sitting. Almost cut off Pozik's head.

"O Christ Jesus!"

The helicopter formation of Company D began to lower altitude, and bam! The helicopter formation fired a special smoke screen, and the white smoke obscured the landing site, a relatively intact terminal building.

Some helicopters hurriedly landed in the open space in front of the terminal building, while others landed on the roof of the terminal building. The helicopter in which Mr. Pozik was sitting landed on the roof of the building, and he and his soldiers jumped out of the helicopter and quickly ran to the top of the staircase.

The helicopters scrambled to slip away.

"Prepare to detonate!" A German soldier planted a special bomb on the door of the entrance to the building. Tick tick! The bombs began to scream, and the soldiers immediately stuck to the wall. Keep your head down. The frequency of ticking is getting higher and higher, and the most bang explodes. The door crashed into the room like a cannonball, causing a cloud of dust. After the explosion of a special bomb. Another soldier threw a flashbang inward. The flashbang exploded, and the other soldiers quickly rushed into the building, ignoring the three-seven-twenty-one, first shooting at the target they thought was suspicious. Followed by. A sweep began.

"One class enters. Right! ”

"Next unit, enter, left!"

"Come in! Left! ”

"Target, thirty yards ahead, behind the desk!"

"Roger, the target is thirty yards ahead, behind the desk, I'm intervening." Bang bang bang! Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang! Connor held his rifle and fired at the target as he shot at the target for a short time. Until that allied army is killed.

"Target down!"

"Next unit, Alert!"

"Whew!"

Suddenly. A sturdy, glowing blue spherical object flew over. "Grenades!" Someone roared. Boom! Enemy grenades exploded, blowing up the surroundings to ashes. When the dust cleared, Torres struggled to his feet and looked around, where he found Fils lying on the ground, motionless.

"Someone fell to the ground! Phils is on the ground! ”

"Engage the enemy!"

The sound of Allied small arms ammunition being discharged was heard all around, and the soldiers immediately sought shelter in the nearest shelter. Bullets puffed to the ground and hit bunkers, stirring up fragments and dust. Torris grabbed Fils and dragged him behind a post.

Fils must have died, he was covered in blood, his jaw, the flesh on his left calf had been sliced off by the grenade fragments, and the bloody bones were exposed, and the scene was very horrific.

"Bastard!" Torris scolded as he tore Fils's collar and pulled off Fils's ID tag.

"The enemy is on the staircase!"

Doe leaned out from the side of the bunker and quickly lay on the ground, setting up his machine gun. Knock knock! Rows of bullets flew out of the muzzle of the gun like a long silver needle, one end to the muzzle of the machine gun, the other to the ladder. Doe smashed all the railings on the stairs in one fell swoop, and slaughtered several adventurous enemies.

"A small group of enemies! There is probably a class! ”

Gavin poked out of cover and fired several shots before bringing down an allied man. Gawyn quickly retracted and pulled the crosshair and the door on his rifle hard - he had always had problems with his rifle crosshair, and Gawyn often complained that the fat pigs at the quartermaster department gave the rifle to the soldiers without carefully correcting the rifle crosshairs, which he thought was pure murder!

"Carl! Come here! "Someone is shouting.

Karl got out of cover and ran towards the man who shouted at him. As a result, he slipped on his feet and fell to the ground with a pop. Just as Carl was struggling to get to his feet, pop! He was hit in the forehead by an enemy bullet. Half of Carl's head was smashed and his helmet was flicked into the air. The rest of Carl's head was like a blooming red rose, blood splattering out. He fell limply, dead before his body touched the ground.

"Oh my God! Carl is killed! ”

"The old rules!"

The fire squad began to intensify its firepower, attracting and suppressing enemy fire. The first and second squads quickly dispersed to the left and right, expanding the range of attack.

"And an enemy soldier, there!"

The quick-eyed Pozik raised his rifle and fired three shots in quick succession to knock down the Allied soldier hiding on the staircase. "Target falls to the ground, stop shooting!" Pozik shouted. The gunfire stopped, and by the time the team had climbed the stairs to the spot where the enemy soldiers had been knocked down, Pozik noticed that the guy wasn't dead, his belly was still standing up, and it seemed that he was still struggling to breathe.

The image of Vlotz's death immediately rushed into Pozik's mind, he thought of the bloody, smashed strawberry cake, he thought of what Flotz's family would look like after receiving the death notice, and he thought of the rules of engagement, which explicitly forbade shooting enemy soldiers who had lost their ability to fight.

But, fuck the rules of engagement!

Pozik raised his rifle and shot the enemy in the belly. Syllable! Purple blood splattered and splattered onto the ground, some of which even splashed onto Pozik's face.

"Is there anyone else?"

"They're all dead!"

"I'm in place, left!"

"Empty!"

"All targets are eliminated!"

Backbite! Lieutenant Pozik pressed the quantum walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Platoon A has emptied the corridor on the east side of the building, and two people have been killed. Request the next battle order, and you're done! ”

"Well done. Just now Platoon B found more than 200 people in the departure hall, according to Platoon B's report, they are non-combatants, I hope you will take the place of the brethren of Platoon B to watch these guys, the rules of engagement, as long as you find that one person is trying to attack, you can destroy them all! ”

Lieutenant Pozik choked out the call! (To be continued......)