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Chapter 130: Changes

On the battlefield, there is no eternal undefeated winner, and there is no invincible god of war... Yes, it's just that one trades off the other, and the plan is high and low. No one can always have the upper hand, and no one should ever underestimate any enemy who seems to be setting sunset.

The Normandy landings are over, and the spring of 1945 belongs to the Allies, to the Allies, who were once powerless! Pressing step by step, urging life step by step, the originally invincible German Germany has become dilapidated in the blink of an eye.

However, the hundred-legged insect is not stiff when it dies, not to mention that for this war, the war maniac who dreamed of a thousand-year empire is far from the end of the road. Monsters obsessed with the quagmire of flesh and blood themselves do not hesitate to drag even more terrible things into this troubled world, and a bloody and evil plan has been in the works since a long time ago, and now, it is finally the moment when it is about to be put on the front line!

If it happens, it will be the most brutal war, and it will be the most terrible hell!

However, the Allies are not ignorant of this very important piece of information.

…

The bomber painted with striped logos soared in the clouds, but the gray sea of clouds only gave people an ominous and oppressive appearance, how could it be half beautiful. And in the cabin of that huge air combat unit, there is another incredible scene.

"Hey..."

Judging from the immature voice, the person who spoke was probably a teenager - according to common sense, a child of this age should have some irrepressible enthusiasm, and it is not impossible to join the battlefield early, but... This voice is so special.

"Wake up, GI, wake up!"

The airborne troops, who have long been numb to the battlefield, carry umbrella bags and sit next to the cabin without saying a word, for soldiers like them who are in danger of their lives at any time, learning to rest anywhere is also a necessary ability... Recruits who only chant incantations and shimmer in the corner have always been their most hated teammates.

"Huh?"

Habitually displeased, but the moment he woke up, the soldier suddenly suppressed his urge to yell, and just looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated face.

- That's right, the boy who was dressed as a butler seemed to come from some famous British family... From the outside, it looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Shall you have a cigarette?"

The boy stretched out his right hand, shook it in front of the soldier, made a clamping motion, and repeated his appeal again.

"Smoke."

"Huh?"

Although I have long known the identity of this little ghost from above, at such an age, I actually ask for adult entertainment such as cigarettes... This is outrageous!

"What are you kidding..."

He refused without thinking about it, in the tone of an elder rejecting a child.

"It's not for kids."

…

However, he still missed. In fact, everything is done with the corresponding risks, arrogance and self-confidence are just a word away, so he missed the slender steel wire lurking in the darkness...

Shout!

It seems to be the sorrowful roar of the Grim Reaper when he swings his sickle, and the silk thread that is so sharp and hidden to the extreme that I don't know when it has been familiar with it has reached into his jacket, and takes out the cigarette roll that has been treasured for a long time out of thin air, and at the same time... The cigarette that was originally in his mouth was also ruthlessly cut into two parts.

"Uh..."

Something beyond common sense surprised him, and during this time of surprise to him, the boy had skillfully stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and lit it silently.

Syllable!

The light of the lighter instantly illuminated a small area of the cabin, but it disappeared into darkness even faster, leaving only the spark that kept flickering and disappearing.

- Inhale, exhale.

Between the puffs, white smoke swirled around them, creating a strange glow.

"It tastes so bad..."

Ignoring the protests of the soldiers on one side, the boy complained to himself, then looked down at the characters on the cigarette case

"Americanspirit... Cut, Yankee smoke. ”

"In the war... It's something that can't be helped. ”

In fact, the soldiers wasted a lot of effort in order to get this pack of cigarettes that were difficult to smoke in the mouth of the teenager.

"Hahaha!"

This answer made the boy laugh, and the laughter carried the mockery and disdain that anyone could hear

"Inferior cigarettes from the Yankees, with the bad bombers brought by the Yankees, send such imps and monsters to fight... What a glorious war~"

His gaze glanced at the huge coffin that lay across the cabin, and this thing that should never have been in the plane from any point of view became the trump card in the eyes of the crowd, which was really...

"The British Empire, which once ruled the world, is really degenerate... Sad, Accardo. ”

…

It is true that this kind of decision was not the original intention of the British bulls, but in order to deal with the huge crisis that may occur, the big people gathered around the round table also panicked, and in the end, they could only listen to the opinions of the prefects of that generation on the monster combat mechanism, and sent such imps and such monsters to the battlefield...

There was only one order they had received, and judging by the current communications, this would be the only final order.

――searchanddestroy！ (Kill when you see the enemy!) ）