"Phew!" Sure enough, there were French soldiers in the building, and it looked like the French unit was trying to surround the German sniper team and trap it upstairs. Wren had barely bared half of his head at the corner of the stairs on the second floor when a bullet struck the wall he was using to cover himself, sending a cloud of dust.

"Germans?" Wren loudly confirmed the identity of the other party in German, then waited for a while and found that there was no answer, so he sighed, pulled out a grenade from behind him, and without thinking about it, ripped off the pull tab and threw it out.

The other party obviously didn't expect that such a desperate Saburo would dare to throw a grenade to attack in such a narrow place. Because after all, half of the building has collapsed, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult to blow it up with a grenade, but it is very possible that the explosion will knock down a certain section of the ceiling and kill itself, so the French army has been attacking for so long, but it has not used grenades.

Wren's grenade was thrown out, blowing up the dust on the entire second floor, and the air wave flew in all directions with debris and shrapnel, pushing open all the windows on the second floor of the remaining half of the building from the inside out.

In the distance, the French company commander was struggling with his men through the rubble, when he suddenly saw an explosion in the red building, gray smoke gushing out of the window, and he immediately knew that something was going on there.

"Quick! Speed up! There are seven of us there! Don't let the Germans take advantage!" ordered the French company commander in a loud voice, and then bent over and ran with the group.

It was also to blame that the battle an hour earlier was so fierce that the French infantry company had exhausted the shells of the only mortar, otherwise there would be no need for such a laborious attack here, and two mortar shells would have solved the problem.

It was clear that German reinforcements had begun to attack, and they had already breached the light machine gun position downstairs, otherwise the battle would not have taken place in the building. The sound of the explosion was clear evidence that the enemy had stormed the building and was carrying a grenade, a weapon that German snipers would not normally carry.

At the other end of the building, Wren and his men quickly rushed into the house where the French army was stationed under the cover of the explosion, and fired a magazine of bullets at the French soldiers who had been shaken by the grenade. When everything was calm, Wren found the bodies of four French soldiers lying underground, one of whom was still twitching his feet.

Wren took Alice and continued to walk to the third floor, and happened to meet a German soldier with a sniper rifle at the corner of the stairs, and behind him, another German * man was holding a G43 rifle without a scope, which should be the cover of this sniper.

"Let's go!" Wren pulled Alice downstairs, and two soldiers from the German sniper squad followed Wren down the stairs. The sound of tapping footsteps echoed through the already empty half of the building.

On the other hand, the French soldiers had already covered each other and rushed into the building, rushing upstairs with guns at Wren's feet. Wren suddenly heard that the footsteps were obviously a little noisy, and there were too many of them, he subconsciously stopped, and sure enough, he heard the sound of going upstairs from the first floor.

He held his assault rifle and stared at the turn of the stairs, where two French infantrymen with rifles suddenly appeared, the other party was obviously stunned when he saw Wren, but Wren pulled the trigger without thinking.

"Tutu, Tutu!" MP-44 didn't freeze in the slightest as bullets erupted, and two French soldiers were shot in the chest and immediately fell on their backs. Wren took two steps back, but landed right on Alice. He immediately shouted an order: "Get upstairs!

Soon a rifle came out of the corner of the stairs and fired a bullet that hit the wall next to Wren, splashing up a cloud of dust, and Wren immediately aimed at the leaning out rifle and continued to fire fiercely.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Wren's bullet sent a cloud of smoke around the corner of the staircase, and the rifle shrank back in fright. Wren began to miss the Leopard assault rifle, because of the internal space, the Leopard tank was equipped with a special drum, while the Tiger tank was slightly smaller than the Leopard tank, so it was only equipped with a 32-round magazine.

Wren, who had run out of bullets, did not hesitate, immediately returned the empty magazine, and then pulled out a new magazine from his pocket and inserted it into the gun. Then his left hand, which had the magazine mounted, did not retract, but showed off his beautiful saber dagger as if by magic.

Because of the pause in firepower, it seemed that the French soldiers thought that Wren had no bullets, and immediately two French soldiers rushed out, Wren did not hesitate, and with a flick of the throwing knife in his left hand, he directly hit an unlucky French soldier who had just rushed out.

Wren knew that it was too late to retreat, so he frowned and immediately bent down and rushed down the stairs, he was not afraid that he would fall because of the unsteady center of gravity, because there were already several French corpses below. As he rushed forward, Wren pulled the trigger of his assault rifle, and the bullet flew straight into the bodies of the two French soldiers as if it had eyes.

In a flash of lightning, Wren had already killed 5 French soldiers, which was already the limit of what a single soldier could do. After all, the kind of anti-Japanese hero who can't die no matter how he flies around hanging "Weiya" in the movie does not exist in reality, after all, the kind of soldier king who has a muscle and a face that does not change color and does not breathe is just a joke.

Wren just ran straight into the two bodies that hadn't fallen yet, and then slammed them to the ground, fortunately there were three bodies there, but he still hit him hard, because his ribs hit the butt of a rifle, as if he had been punched hard by a big man.

Holding back the burning pain in his ribs, Wren's hands were not idle, he slammed the trigger in the direction of the Frenchman's rush, bullets gushing out of the muzzle of his assault rifle, knocking to the ground several French soldiers who were hiding behind the corner and waiting to go upstairs.

A French soldier pulled the trigger and shot Wren's body in the neck, splattering blood on Wren's face. However, Wren apparently fired more bullets than he had on target, hitting the French soldier in the head at about the same moment.

"Whew!" the French company commander who was hiding in the crowd was not idle, he missed Rennes with a shot from his rifle, immediately dropped his spear, and drew the officer's revolver from his waist. He was a veteran, and he knew very well that in such a small environment, a revolver, capable of firing continuously, was much better than a single-shot rifle.

Wren ran out of bullets from his assault rifle, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately pulled out the P-38 pistol used by the commander for self-defense from the holster and aimed it at the French company commander in front of him. The two men opened fire almost simultaneously, and the French captain shot Wren in the shoulder, and Wren flew away with the French company commander's pistol with a shake of his hand.

The left shoulder was hit by a bullet, and Wren gritted his big teeth. He covered his wound with one hand and aimed his pistol at another French soldier who was pulling the bolt with the other, shattering his head with one shot, and then fired another shot before aiming at another target.

At this time, the French company commander covered his hands and drew the bayonet he wore at his waist, ready to pounce on Wren, who knocked over the second target and shot the last French soldier standing in succession. At this time, the French company commander also jumped up with his bayonet and pounced on Wren, who was holding a pistol without bullets.

Wren dropped his pistol, grabbed the saber dagger stuck in the corpse of the French soldier, and stabbed the French company commander in the neck with his back. The French company commander was not polite, and the bayonet flew at Wren's heart.

Of course, Wren did not want to exchange his life for his life, he used his injured left hand to block desperately, and the French company commander's bayonet cut Wren's arm against Wren's ribs and through Wren's armpit, but because the French captain changed positions during the fall, Wren's dagger did not stab him in the neck, but only cut his ear.

Such a tragic battle situation had already frightened Alice in the back, and Wren was like a killing god, and the chaotic scene of fighting alone with a dozen French soldiers made her even lose the courage to let out a scream.

It turns out that the battlefield is so cruel, it turns out that this is the real life and death, it turns out that this is what Wren said about people who want to survive by all means. They may be polite on other occasions, they may be knowledgeable professors, they may be humble scholars—but here, they are all ghosts, lowly beings who are desperate to live.

"Phew!" the sniper finally pulled the trigger with his rifle in hand, and he was initially stunned by the terrible battle in front of him, but he reacted first and did what he was supposed to do - he took aim, pulled the trigger, and shot the French company commander in the back of the head.

The brain splattered, splashing Wren in the face, and the bright red liquid with hot air flowed into Wren's mouth, he gasped and pushed away the body of the tall French company commander, and then fell there on his back, his eyes fixed on the motionless Alice, and did not speak for a long time.

"You...... Are you alright?" the sniper asked as he walked over to Wren's side and spoke with admiration.

"Can't die!" was shot in the shoulder and had a scratch on the arm...... If the bleeding is stopped in time, it will be fine for a few days. Wren was still staring at Alice, and his unique smile was on his lips again, and he looked very good on his freckled face: "Help me pull out the bayonet, okay?" - 14768705943554995449 + dsguoo + 326 - >