The moment the flames came out of the little girl's mouth, Jack felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

Unlike the abrupt blue flame just now, this time she spewed out a normal orange-red flame, and the hot wind instantly swept over Jack's head.

Jack felt the pain of his bare skin all over his body, and he even suspected that his hair had been set on fire. Thankfully, the fire-breathing little guy didn't stop above Jack's head, and she flew along the street on the banks of the Weser River, the flames sweeping across the street.

Everywhere Jack's eye could see, there was fire everywhere he could see, and he saw the battle queen stumbling out of the fire-lit magic armor and falling onto the melted pavement, and he saw the soldiers covered in fire running desperately towards the river, and as they ran, they made a crackling sound of overheated ammunition exploding, and the bullets hit the ground and trees around them.

He saw the trees burning like torches by the river.

The figure of the little guy who created the scene of purgatory on earth disappeared into the fire and billowing smoke, and a moment later reappeared on the other side of the Weser River, and roasted the other side of the river with flames.

Jack saw the British soldiers jump into the water like dumplings, dodging the terrible flames.

After setting both sides of the river on fire, the little demon flew back above Jack's head and muttered something to the ground in German, not very fluent.

Then someone on the ground answered her in German, and it was the voice of a little girl.

Jack struggled to lean himself against the railing by the river and half-sat up, and finally saw the man who spoke to the tail wagging monster in the sky—the girl with the little satchel on her back.

The girl didn't know when and where she took out the flag of the German Republic and held it, and she still held two small flags of the same kind.

The little girl in the sky fell, took a national flag from the girl in the satchel, held it as a toy and waved it, and smiled very happily.

Jack has very mixed feelings, why can she still laugh? She had just slaughtered so many people...... Thinking like this, Jack reached out to touch his holster, but found that the pistol was gone, he turned his head to confirm where the pistol had fallen, but saw a girl with a large backpack standing next to him, holding Jack's British standard pistol, looking curiously.

Jack was screaming inside, urging him to run away, but his body was completely frozen and he couldn't move.

After playing with it for a while, the backpack girl pulled out a German-made pistol from her pocket and handed it to Jack.

This made Jack even more overwhelmed, he didn't know what the girl meant, could it be that the legendary cat would play enough after catching a mouse and then eat it?

At this time, the little girl in the satchel spoke, and the girl in the backpack looked at the little guy who was a few heads shorter than her, tilted her head, and after a moment put away the German-made pistol, and took out a bag of candy from her pocket and put it on Jack.

Jack didn't understand what was going on, and the girl in the satchel said in fluent English, "She wants your revolver, so she'll trade it for candy." Originally, she wanted to exchange it for a German-made pistol, but it didn't meet the rules. ”

- Change?

Jack frowned, looking back and forth at the three little girls with expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, he was sure of one thing: the three girls were insane—or he himself was mad and hallucinating.

Could it be that the tragic scene I just saw was fake, and now it is actually peacetime, and I am just visiting Bremen? Turning his head to look at the streets that were still in flames, at the charred corpses, at the warlord girl who was still trying to crawl out of this purgatory.

Jack burst out laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

- Yes, I must be crazy, I must be like this, these are all illusions, they are all illusions!

Jack's empty laughter echoed across the battlefield.

The three little girls looked at him in amazement, and the fire-breathing one seemed to be saying something to the one with the satchel, but Jack's brain was completely incapable of sensing these conditions, and he had completely fallen into a state of madness.

At this time, the three little girls turned their heads to look at the sea of fire at the same time, and the one who could fly also flew up. Jack turned his head to look in the same direction, only to see the British Warrior Girls on the other side of the fire in the magic armor, and they were aiming their guns at the location of the three little girls. At the same time, the German gray-painted magic armor rushed out of the alley behind the little girls, quickly leaped in front of the three of them, and began to shoot at the British soldiers.

The German armor with the captain's logo shouted over a loudspeaker, which Jack didn't understand, but he guessed that it must have been something like "Your Highness the Princess, we're here to escort you."

Then the little girl in the satchel, apparently the leader of the three, responded with something, and then the little one flying in the sky began to inhale again, and his stomach swelled again.

But this time, the British warrior girls used their machine guns to shoot at her as she was inhaling, forcing her to dodge in all directions.

Seeing this, the German captain shouted again through a megaphone, and even if she didn't know German, she could hear that her tone was particularly anxious.

Finally, the little girl in the satchel nodded, said something to the little guy who was playing with bullets in the sky, and began to move backwards under the cover of the German soldiers who rushed up.

While the two little ones began to withdraw, the older girl was squatting in front of Jack, checking his equipment without paying attention, she took off Jack's watch, looked at it and seemed to like it, then took out a pocket watch from her arms and threw it to Jack, and then left satisfied.

Jack looked at the girls who suddenly appeared and left suddenly, his eyes were empty, he turned his head, and with an emotionless gaze, he looked at the magic armor of the British and German sides in the fierce exchange of fire across the burning street, and let the blood and his life go in vain.