Lieutenant Pozik was already numb.

In accordance with the combat order, platoon A rushed into the waiting hall. More than 200 people in the hall screamed, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. The German soldiers shouted loudly for all the non-combatants stranded in the waiting hall to lie on the ground.

The firepower squad rushed up to the staircase next to the waiting hall and set up a simple observation post on the staircase.

"Get down! Everybody get down for me! The German soldiers roared: "Everyone put their hands behind their heads and lie down with their faces on the ground!" ”

Bang bang bang! Buvic fired several bullets into the ground in a warning manner, and the crowd began to stir up again, crying and shouting, and the scene became chaotic.

"Get down! Don't even move! ”

The German soldiers on the staircase, holding various weapons, warily pointed at the crowd in the waiting hall below. The German soldiers in the waiting hall used their hands and feet, and those who belonged to the non-combatants, and the Americans and Europeans, men and women, old and young, who thought that this had become American soil, were brutally pressed to the ground by the German soldiers.

"Are you having fun today? Yes? "Pozik held a rifle in one hand and twisted the arm of a kneeling American with the other, twisting his arm to the back of his head, and the man screamed in pain." Put your hands behind your head, you stupid pig! Can't understand people? Get down face down! Pozik kicked the American to the ground.

Bang bang bang! Another round of warning shooting. After an exclamation in the waiting hall, all the Americans put their hands behind their heads and honestly lay on the ground.

Some were still sobbing and choking.

"Looks like we've got them under wrap." Donald said to Peter beside him, panting as he held his rifle. Peter nodded at him, but said nothing.

Pozik picked up the quantum walkie-talkie on his shoulder. Out of breath, he said: "Gomande 40DA called Gomande HQ, we have calmed down the non-combatants in the waiting hall. I repeat that we have calmed the non-combatants in the departure hall. Complete. ”

"Roger, Gomand 40DA, keep watch over those guys, we'll send a helicopter to pick you up. I repeat, keep those people on guard, shoot again as a last resort, and we will send a helicopter to pick you up. Complete. ”

"Gomand 40DA received, done."

Edmund pulled a pack of cigarettes from his bosom and pulled out a cigarette from it. Bow your head and light yourself with a lighter, then swallow the clouds and spit out the fog.

"This group of people is really troublesome."

Some German soldiers weaved through the group of non-combatants lying on the ground, carefully searching for their belongings. Not far away, the soldiers' teammates were holding weapons. Carefully cover them. In case those who are not combatants rebel.

"Cannonballs are coming!" Suddenly, someone shouted, and everyone immediately lay down and hidden. A shell screamed and slammed down on the floor-to-ceiling window in the departure hall, shattering it. The ground shook, and a tumultuous cloud of clods of earth and sand mixed with fine shards of glass swept into the waiting hall and poured onto the crowd.

The waiting hall exploded again.

"Get down! Get down! The soldiers shouted and roared, "Lie down with your head in your hands!" ”

Rumble! There was a loud bang outside. Then, a large black shadow swirled and smoked towards the departure hall. It was a helicopter that had been hit by artillery fire!

"Stay away from the window! Be careful! Buvic growled.

Bang! Boom! The helicopter crashed into the hall. There was an earth-shattering explosion. Deadly shards flew everywhere. Syllable! A wing fragment scurried over and struck Kevin's left arm in the shoulder. Kevin only felt as if he had hit a wall, and then his left arm flew out of the wall along with half of his chest. Shh Crimson blood spurted out like a fountain. Kevin lost consciousness instantly, he fell to his knees on the ground, and then his whole body fell to the side.

"Mom! Kevin fell to the ground! ”

Those Americans were stunned. An American lay on the ground, choked up. He turned his head to the left, then to the right, and saw that no one noticed him, and then the American stood up and ran.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come back! Buvic noticed the deserter and yelled. But the American ignored him at all, and still ran out desperately.

"Someone fled without permission!"

"Look at the others!"

"Take him down!"

"Pacifier! Put him down! ”

Sniper Cole got down on one knee and quickly picked up his sniper rifle. He held his sniper rifle steadily, his hands not trembling at all. The man ran out like crazy, and Cole unhurriedly turned his sniper rifle and bit the muzzle of the gun against the man.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the man who was running fell to the ground. At this time, the more than 200 non-combatants in the entire waiting hall went crazy, they shouted and stood up, and pushed and shoved with the German soldiers.

Bang bang bang! Warning shots are useless. Soon, the conflict escalated, and the Americans began to beat German soldiers. The soldiers held their rifles across their chests and shoved hard at the crazy people.

"Out of control! They're out of control! ”

"Kill them all!"

"Fire!"

"Fire! All firearms are fired! ”

Edmund shook the cigarette off his hand vigorously.

Then, a horrific massacre began.

Knock knock! Edmund and Doe set up machine guns and fired wildly at the crowd. Bullet chains jumped and drilled into the receiver cover, bolts rolled back and forth frantically, and smoke-emitting shells flew out of the pop-up window one by one, pouring them on the ground like tap water, colliding with each other and making a piercing clang. Machine gun bullets swept through the crowd like a torrential rain, bringing people down in large patches like wheat harvests—Edmund and Doe seemed to be testing the overload of their machine guns from work.

Lose your marbles! Lose your marbles!! It's all crazy!! More than 200 people in the waiting hall screamed and poured out like a tide to the exit of the hall, and behind them, soldiers held up their weapons and shot desperately. Purple blood and mushy flesh splattered from people's bodies, spilling everywhere. The whole scene simply cannot be described as bloody.

Pozik took a rifle and shot a terrified little girl down. Her grief-stricken mother ran over and tried to pull the little girl, only to be killed by Pozik.

Pozik's stomach began to churn. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't, and the contents of his stomach had already been spit out.

The magnetic firing pin in the rifle slammed into the bullet, igniting the gunpowder in the cartridge case. The bullet flew out of the chamber of the gun, and the impact of the gunpowder pressed the magnetic firing pin back hard. The cartridge case popped out with the clink of sparkling gunpowder, and the next bullet in the magazine was pushed up. The magnetic striker returns to the receiver magnetic field, and is pushed forward by the magnetic field. Crash into the bullet. And so on, and everybody's guns roared wildly.

Sergeant Orison slammed a shot into the head of one man, and then he turned the muzzle of the gun and broke the other's leg. The man was still crawling on the ground with difficulty. So Orison shot him two more times.

Orison finally couldn't take it anymore and he shot while vomiting.

The screams were so loud that they seemed to knock the ceiling of the departure hall down. Connor gritted his teeth, he always closed his eyes before shooting at a single person.

Fred was holding a shotgun. At his feet. Shotgun plastic cartridge casings and cartridge case nails are already piling up. He shot an old woman to death. Then he knocked his wife down, and purple blood splattered all over the ground.

Corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood hit people's olfactory organs. Ten years later, any veteran who had experienced this would shake his head and say, "It's terrible, it's the most horrific scene I've ever seen in my life." ”

Ten minutes later, the massacre ended. According to the rules, after the captives have been killed, they should be refilled with guns. But not a single soldier did that. Everyone collapsed to the ground. Looking at the endless mountain of corpses, his eyes were glazed. Among these corpses were young ones. There are old ones, and there are small ones.

Click, I don't know whose rifle fell to the ground.

Two thin lines of tears slowly spilled down Donald's eyes, slid down his rough cheeks to his chin, and then snapped and dripped onto the floor. Donald took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it.

Connor took out a pack of cigarettes with trembling hands, then took out his lighter and lit himself a cigarette with a shudder.

Backbite! The quantum walkie-talkie rang: "Gomande 40 call Gomande HQ, the Lübeck airfield has been occupied by us, and we need the 59th Independent Assault Battalion." I repeat, the Lübeck airfield has been occupied by us, there is no enemy here, the ground is safe, the 59th separate assault battalion can come over, over. ”

Orison grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and threw it to the ground.

The 3rd Assault Brigade paid a heavy price and finally completely took the Lübeck airfield. At this moment, the Lübeck airfield has been transformed by the sappers into a large outpost military base. Helicopter after helicopter took off and landed, busy. All sorts of military supplies were constantly being sent to the outposts. Transport planes filled the runway, and piles of soldiers poured out of the transport planes, quickly forming several long queues, densely occupying the entire runway of the airport.

The entire airfield was full of soldiers in helmets and armed to the teeth, as well as helicopters and transport planes flying around, taking off and landing. Trucks carrying goods come and go, and it seems to be extremely busy.

The scene in front of them made the veterans feel proud and sad: they were proud that they had finally gnawed off this hard bone. They were saddened that they had lost too many brothers for this hard bone.

After a heavy transport helicopter stopped on the runway of the outpost, the tailgate was opened. Immediately afterwards, a cold wind rushed into the originally warm cabin, blowing through the two people in the empty cabin.

Private Acritus, sitting at the door of the cabin. Lodge shuddered, then turned around, picked up his backpack and rifle at his feet, and followed Sally. Corporal Ryan walked out of the cabin.

Acrit followed behind Sally, with a shoulder bag and a rifle against her chest, her head held high, her equipment clean and neat, as if she was about to participate in a military parade. Sally walked ahead of Acritus, her face as yellow as a moldy green, as if she had just been seriously ill. The equipment on her body clanged with the vibration of her footsteps.

This is the stark contrast between a veteran and a new recruit.

Acritus. Rockier is new and a literal nerd. Unlike most people in the army, he joined the army because of the almost brutal military system. His enlistment in the army was entirely voluntary.

Sally. Ryan looks a little bit good. But she rarely spoke, because her brother was killed in a battle. She had been a soldier for two years, and Sally had joined the army because she wanted to avenge her brother. But here we are. She realized that this place was not what she imagined at all, there was a clear distinction between friend and foe.

They crossed most of the base to the temporary position of D Company. Walking into the makeshift position, they found the position of platoon A, unloaded their weapons and equipment.

Sergeant Orison walked over: "New here? ”

Before Sally could speak, Akritten stood up, straightened her back, and saluted with all her might, the most standard military salute: "Private Akrit. Lodge is here to report! ”

Acritus's roar alarmed the others in the position. They stopped what they were doing. He looked at Acritus silently, and then Halu Hada laughed.

"Hah! The gendarmes are here to check! ”

"You're crazy about fighting, kid!"

"Don't be so serious. Kid," Orison said with a smile, "it's not a war now. Also, you must not salute a soldier of a higher rank than you in the future. ”

"Yes!"

Orison shook his head and walked away with a smile.

Acritus hesitated for a long time. Then he slowly sat down under the unsettling gaze of the crowd.

Someone chuckled twice.

Akrit pulled a book out of her bag. He opened the book. A photo slipped out. The photo shows a rather beautiful young girl with a smile that simply charms any man.

"Who is this?" The quick-eyed Jakes snatched the picture of Acrit, "It's beautiful, is it your girlfriend?" ”

The brothers were all gathered around with interest. "Give it back!" Acritus reached for the picture in vain, but Jakes dodged it.

"Look! There are words on the back of the photo! ”

"Dear Diana," Jakes flipped through the picture and read aloud. "I may die on the battlefield at any time, but if my death can be exchanged for someone else's life. If I can kill all those ugly enemies, then I will not hesitate to do it! Now that I've become a soldier, and since I've come here, I'm going to have to accept death at any time. Fighting is the lifelong duty of a soldier, and warriors are born for war. I will fight until the sun pierces the darkness. ”

"It's so touching, it's so hot-blooded!"

"Courage, fresh meat, I see that you don't even know the difference between a gun grenade and a grenade!"

"Silly!"

"Does the thought of killing an enemy excite you, First Class? Will you pinch your damned, thick, long dick and help us take out those enemies? ”

"Do you really think Diana will be waiting for you to come back in peace? Don't be too naïve! Gawyn shook his head and said, "Maybe your Diana has long been possessed by someone else, but you don't know what to do now." Maybe it's your neighbor, maybe it's the postman, maybe it's your friend, or even they have children. Rather than you go home and discover the amazing truth, you might as well forget about her now! ”

"That's it!" Jax picks up: "When you get home, she'll probably complain that you're only three inches long and the other guy is six inches long!" ”

"You're exaggerating, whose 'Dick' is six inches long?!" Boya looked up and said.

"Yes! I know there's a man's 'Dick' that's six inches long, and that's the guy who was Acrete's girlfriend! Jax shouted.

"Don't you feel disgusted that you shameless guys talk about 'peanuts,' 'scabbards,' or 'Simon' all day long?"

"Oops, hey!"

"Yay!" The people around began to heckle.

Akritten stood up and nudged Jakes hard, "You're talking nonsense!" ”

"Well, what do you want? Do you want to lick my ass with that damn tongue of yours? ”

"Guys, stop dwelling on this piece of fresh meat, let's let him know what the real war is!" Hober sneered.

"Brothers, what do you want to hear?" Gawyn asked, pulling out a flute at this point. This is a small recreation for the soldiers in their free time.

"Can you blow 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'?" Bowsachs asked.

"No problem!" Gavin replied, "Come on, let's sing together!" Ahem...... he cleared his throat, then set up his flute and pressed his lips against the lip pads.

A lilting melody flowed down Geven's lips from the flute, and notes fluttered out of the flute like happy birds. Gavin reveled in his own music. The Leiden reporter on the side held a cigarette and carried the camera.

The soldiers were infected by the sound of the flute and began to sing loudly and obscenely. The soldiers on the positions of the other units also turned around and joined in the chorus:

"On the first day of Christmas, my loved one gave me: an uninsured grenade. On the second day of Christmas, my favorites were given to me: two delicious roasted doves of peace, and an uninsured grenade. On the third day of Christmas, my favorites gave me: three bars of soap, two delicious roasted doves of peace, and an uninsured grenade. On the fourth day of Christmas, my favorites gave me: four beetail needles, three soap bars, two delicious roasted doves of peace, and an uninsured grenade. On the fifth day of Christmas, my favorites were given to me: five bottles of unreliable Motorov cocktails, four beetail needles, three soap bars, two delicious roasted doves of peace, and an uninsured grenade. On the sixth day of Christmas, my favorites gave me six atomic bombs, five unreliable bottles of Motorov cocktails, four beetail needles, three soap bars, two delicious roasted doves of peace, and an uninsured grenade. ”

The lyrics sound very cheerful, but no matter how you listen to them, they reveal a kind of desolation! (To be continued......)