"The one who died outside just now?" asked the French company commander with a frown.

The British observer ran his hand through his hair twice, swept away the debris inside, nodded sadly, and said, "That man is my chief, Colonel Ambroise." He was just trying to cover my injuries, and he was like my father. ”

"Please mourn. The French company commander took the Englishman's papers, looked up and checked them, and then handed them back to him: "Then, Mr. Officer from England, your information must be sent out quickly, our telephone is broken, and I will send someone to send you to the battalion headquarters behind." Ten minutes ago, this was already the front line, you can see, now the city is very chaotic, even our rear, it is not a safe place. ”

"Well, thank you for the arrangement. I don't know how you're going to lay out your tactics next?" the British observer asked, glancing at the French company commander.

"In that red building, I suspect that there is a German sniper team. Our means of communication had been broken, so we had to take the risk of taking out this German sniper position. We can't let them attack so brazenly, because they've already killed a dozen of our soldiers. The French company commander pointed to the distance and said.

"Are you going in person?" the British observer continued.

"Yes!" said the French company commander helplessly: "What we can do now is to stop the German army from advancing as much as possible, I have no reserves here, and there are more than a dozen soldiers, I will personally take it to knock out this sniper group." ”

"Is it dangerous?" the British observer asked, not knowing why.

"There are only two of them, counting me, there are more than a dozen of us, so it stands to reason that there should be no danger, but the casualties are still estimated. The company commander smiled, then put a rifle on his back and buckled a steel helmet: "I won't send you either, good luck." ”

"That's it. The British observer nodded and said, "Then I will go back to the battalion headquarters with your men at once." He shook the dust off his body and held a rifle he had just given him.

At this time, the two soldiers who had just gone out came back, and the two of them came to the house, sat on the chair with a big grin, and made a squeak: "Company commander, 1 platoon commander, they have been killed, the blood has dried up, one of us was attacked by a German sniper when we went up, one of us was shot in the head, and the opponent's marksmanship was quite accurate." We had no choice but to fire back and fire a mess, and it was likely that we were going to reveal our position. However, we did confirm that there was indeed a group of German snipers there. ”

"It's not very likely, we've been exposed! A shell has just exploded here!" The French company commander pointed to the courtyard helplessly and said: "This is an observer sent by the British allies to see if we are really defending Amiens! This is Analto, who turned out to be a tram driver." ”

Patting Analto's dirty shoulder, the French company commander ordered: "Gather the brethren at once, and we will go and kill those two Germans, otherwise we will not be able to hold this place!"

"Yes!" Analto turned around and walked out of the room, Franks took out a kettle from the cabinet in the room and handed it to the British observer: "Don't dislike it, this turned out to be the deputy commander of our company, he died in battle an hour ago." ”

Without speaking, he nodded and put the kettle on his shoulder, and the British observer followed the French company commander out of the house, and saw a dozen ragged French soldiers in the rubble yard, all carrying rifles and submachine guns, only his own uniform looked neat.

"Analto! You choose two people and take our British officers to the battalion headquarters! The others, pay attention to the covert advance, the two of you are cut off!" The French company commander arranged the task with great experience: "I suspect that there may be a German unit stationed in the square over there! At least one company! We will take out that sniper team and retreat back here! Be careful not to be discovered by the Germans!"

Bidding farewell to the British officer, the French troops carefully walked through the rubble and collapsed houses, and columns of black smoke rose from the sky in the distance, and the sound of firing from the 150-mm self-propelled guns modified by the German No. 2 tank was heard in the distance, and from time to time there was a loud sound of buildings collapsing.

It's indistinguishable from hell, the air is filled with suffocating dust mixed with the disgusting smell of blood. Beneath the piles of rubble, a twisted hand or half of a body can occasionally be seen.

On the other side of the building, Wren was leading Alice and the two of them to stagger through the same ruins, moving against the low wall and the ruins, trying to avoid the wide streets and the small square full of mines and rubble.

"See that over there? We'll find our way upstairs by going around it, but we can't go straight there, because there's obviously a French force nearby. Otherwise, this sniper group would have retreated on its own. Wren pointed to a half-red tall building not far away and said, "Over there, yes, do you see that over there? There's a French light machine gun position there, and they're at a very good angle, and a sniper can't hit them." ”

"Then what are we going to do? go back and find someone to support us?" Alice's voice trembled, apparently she hadn't used to the daily killing atmosphere of the front.

"You just have to look! Don't close your eyes, take them with you to see clearly, see clearly how we bury our reason in order to survive on the battlefield. Wren smiled, then pointed not far away and said, "I'm going to go around and take out this French machine-gun position, you stay here and don't expose it, understand?"

"......" Alice's eyes were full of pleading, as if she didn't want Wren to go up and take the risk, but she nodded anyway.

Wren crunched cautiously against the wall, rounding the rubble and a huge crater of shells. He carefully removed the assault rifle from his shoulder, gently pulled the bolt, and then jumped up just over twenty meters from the French machine-gun position.

Two French soldiers with light machine guns were watching the exit where the sniper might appear, but they rushed out of a strange target from the side, it stands to reason that Wren's black SS armored uniform was not very well concealed, but because of the angle and attention, the two French soldiers really did not notice his approach.

Wren jumped to his feet, a special German saber in his hand came out of his hand and flew directly at the French machine gunner, while the assault rifle in his left hand pulled the trigger on the other man.

Because of the recoil, except for the first bullet, the other two bullets did not hit the French soldier, and because of the time of aiming, the first bullet only hit the French soldier's shoulder.

However, because it was a right-handed throwing knife and it was aiming, the throwing knife hit the French machine gunner very accurately, and the knife flew directly into his neck, causing the unlucky machine gunner to fall directly to the ground with his neck covered.

Wren didn't pause, as soon as he landed, he continued to roll with momentum, approaching the French soldier who had been shot, and the assault rifle in his left hand had been changed to his right hand, and then he pulled the trigger and shot the French soldier who was aiming his rifle at Wren in the head.

At this time, Wren found out that there was a French soldier in the corner, who was pulling the bolt of his rifle in a panic, Wren reached out and pulled out the bayonet on the French soldier who was hit in the head, aimed at the French soldier and shook it hard, and the flying knife flew into the shoulder of the French soldier.

And when the French soldier tried to continue pulling the bolt of his gun, Wren had already smashed his head with an assault rifle. Wren looked around and made sure there was no danger before beckoning in Alice's direction.

Alice had apparently seen Wren's killing, and when she approached, Wren was wiping his graceful SS saber dagger from the corpse of a French soldier.

"See, if I slower a little longer, these French soldiers will have a chance to kill me. Wren pulled out a revolver from the French machine gunner's waist and handed it to Alice: "Let's go up, find the sniper team, and leave together." ”

"We've broken into their home, after all......" Alice murmured as she took her pistol.

"The Führer asked us to come here, this is the Führer's order. We have to live here, it's our destiny. Wren bent down to examine the surroundings, then beckoned Alice to follow, "If you still want to die, that's your own business." ”

"Came here to kill?" Alice asked, looking at Wren.

Wren turned his head and cracked his mouth and smiled: "No, the Führer and those generals let us come here to kill people, and we are just trying to live. ”

He sniffed, then narrowed his eyes and said, "With my experience of killing hundreds of people, we'd better hurry back to the tank, it's a bit dangerous here." ”

He looked around again, and then jumped out of the trench vigorously: "Let's hurry up and finish the task, and then go back." ”

Alice also had to keep up, in such a ruined battlefield, if she waited here alone to die, it was estimated that she would not survive for an hour. The two men slipped into the red building, which was about to collapse, and leaned against the wall before they stopped moving.

Wren crept up the stairs cautiously, tiptoeing forward, not wanting his head to be broken by his own snipers, nor to die under the guns of the French soldiers who might be stationed in the building-14768705943554995449+->