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I quietly left alone and entered a private house. There was another reason for leaving, I found that someone was secretly watching me, with malicious eyes, and from among the Allied soldiers!

When I entered the house, I closed the door, set a trap with a grenade in the living room, and then hid outside the back door of the house, looking through the crack in the door, trying to see who was beating me.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed in, and three British soldiers walked in, guns raised, and their tactical maneuvers of alternating cover for the search did not resemble World War II soldiers at all.

It's the Draftee!

I wondered how they found out who I really was, and I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"Captain, did he run away?"

A British soldier whispered and walked over to the trap.

"Watch out for Miller!"

The captain stopped the soldier named Miller, whose foot was less than two centimeters from the tripwire of the grenade I had arranged!

I was a little disappointed behind the door, it seems that the arrangement is not hidden enough.

"Made, this kid is quite insidious, did he find us?"

Miller said as he crouched down to dismantle the trap.

"It's supposed to be gone, let's go back"

The captain said that he was leaving, but he didn't mean to leave, but sneaked over to me. I smiled slightly, you should be serious about acting, it's too stupid to frame me out like this.

I stepped back cautiously, raised my gun to their approximate location, and pulled the trigger!

"Bang Bang"

The bullet went through the wooden door, and there was a muffled grunt behind the door, and I knew it had hit!

The enemy reacted quickly, dropped the wounded soldier directly, and shot at me with the help of the surrounding cover.

"Ding!"

After eight rounds of ammunition were fired, the magazine jumped out by itself, and the Garand rifle was the most painful in this design, reminding the user that there were no bullets while also reminding the enemy to charge quickly!

"Aggressive"

The dense fire of Thomson's submachine gun sent the back wall masonry flying, the figures in the living room flickered, and the enemy quickly approached under the cover of furniture. But the last thing they should do is run into a small room, and I pulled out the last two grenades and threw them into the desperate eyes of the enemy!

The grenade hit the wall, then landed on the ground and bounced, rolling around the room, time seemed to press the pause button.

"Bang Bang"

I kicked in the broken wooden door and entered, which was filled with smoke and dust, and various pieces of furniture and decorations were everywhere. On the ground lay two inhumanoid corpses, long since they were breathing, and one enemy was missing.

I quietly searched the room with my gun in hand, and the blood dripping from the ground showed that he couldn't have gone far. A table lying on its side caught my attention, it was strange to have a table at the entrance of the stairs, and even if you had to hide from it, you wouldn't show the muzzle.

This person should have watched a lot of gunfight movies, and the concept of what wooden doors, tables, small trees, and masonry walls can be bulletproof has been deeply rooted in his mind. Raising the gun and aiming at the table, a row of bullet holes was punched in it, and the Infeld rifle behind the table fell to the ground.

Turning the table, my eyes shrank, there was no one!

Not good!

I tried to turn the muzzle of the gun and aim at the top of the hallway, but I was pushed to the ground with a strong force, and the gun fell to the ground.

This person is ruthless and calm enough, he should have been the one who was shot at the beginning, but he didn't expect to make so many arrangements in such a short period of time.

Pushing open the single wardrobe pressed against me, I could already see a flickering figure in the hallway.

"Bang Bang"

The Webley .455in revolver was not bad at this distance, and as soon as I rolled away, two bullet holes appeared on the ground.

Speaking of this pistol, I am reminded of a joke in the British army, "If you can shoot a 50-yard target with a damn Webley revolver, I guarantee you can use a Lee. Enfield shoots 800-yard targets", which illustrates the range of the gun.

I'd like to have a Webley pistol now, at least better than fighting indoors with a long rifle.

I hid in a bedroom with a narrow doorway that meant I had to show half of my body to shoot. Move your body carefully, you don't see any enemies in the corridor, where is this guy hiding? Isn't it good for an injured number to lie on his stomach honestly?

A hand reached out from the right and grabbed the muzzle of my gun, and the other pulled through the rifle. I quickly crouched down to dodge the pistol's shot, and then slapped my wrist on the wrist, and the pistol fell in response.

This guy actually touched the door before I knew it!

After all, he was a wounded man, and his physical strength had plummeted, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him, and then knocked him to the ground with a punch.

"You're lucky you can't use the weapons in the space this time"

The guy said as he wiped the blood from his mouth, not caring about the dark red blood flowing from his abdomen.

"No luck or no luck, the last words are finished?"

I picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground and aimed it at his forehead, it was time to finish!

"Hey! What are you doing? ”

A British soldier stood in the living room and looked at me in shock, so frightened that my hands shook and I almost opened fire.

The fierce fighting in the house still attracted the Allied soldiers, and it would be troublesome for this guy to mistake me for shooting his comrades, after all, I would be doomed if I killed him. Cold sweat instantly ran down my face, and in my panic I didn't see the strange look in the eyes of the guy sitting on the ground.

"Help me, he's a German spy!"

The guy on the ground rolled and tried to get out of my gun, giving me a big spy hat by the way.

I trampled the wounded guy on the ground and held him hostage. The soldier who came in nervously pointed a gun at me, a bit of a mouse-thrower.

The scene suddenly froze, and it was so deadlocked.

I watched carefully as the two of them reacted, and I always felt that something was wrong.

The person who raised the gun and aimed it at me seemed to care about the injured person, and this concern and resentful gaze when looking at me was as if I had hurt his most important person!

I am very familiar with this kind of vision, Wang Li seemed to have such a look when she saw me injured, could it be that these two people are backs?

I get goosebumps when I think about it, but when I think about it, it's not necessarily, because we've changed our appearances, and if the person who comes in is a woman, then it can be explained.

"Don't pretend, you're also a recruiter, if you want to save your man, put down the gun honestly!"

I looked at the muzzle of the gun aimed at me and said calmly, since I am a conscript, then I don't mind killing it!

"What conscripts?"

The soldier's eyes were panicked, and sure enough, I guessed it.

"Shoot!"

The soldier on the ground who was trampled on by me struggled violently, and he knew that I had discovered a little trick between them, and if they put down their guns, neither of them could escape, so it was better to exchange their lives for their lives!

I was annoyed by him and kicked him in the wound.

"Ahh Shoot! ”

"Nope! Don't hurt him! I put down the gun! ”

A gun was dropped on the ground, and the soldier at my feet stopped struggling, his eyes full of despair. Ordinary women really shouldn't come to this place of the battlefield, and feelings shouldn't appear here.

There are always so many fools in this world, who are willing to kill for something called love!