Hearing Wren ask herself, Alice finally came to her senses, and she stretched out her trembling hand to pull out the bayonet under Wren's armpit. But when he was halfway through his hand, he was stopped by Wren: "Wait a minute! Don't tremble so much, that bayonet didn't hit me, don't accidentally let it cut my arm!"

"Does it hurt?" asked Alice, stopping her trembling and holding the bayonet in her hand.

Her eyelashes were long, and it was the first time Wren had seen her electromechanical Alice so closely. But at this time, his face was full of blood and brains, and he was shot in the shoulder, in this case, there was really no romantic atmosphere, otherwise this formal encounter would have been more effective.

"Boom!" a slight thud sounded, and Alice pulled out the bayonet that was stuck under Wren's armpit. Wren sighed and asked Alice, who was close at hand, with a smile: "Now you know what war is? This is a game where someone must die, and if you hesitate for a second before shooting, the game is over." ”

"I ...... I see! You've bled a lot now. Alice said with tears in her voice: "I made you hurt, I'm sorry ......"

"Next time, don't point a gun at my head, no one has ever pointed a gun at my head in my life, and I'm still alive!" Wren said with a wry smile: "You're the first! I don't plan to kill you, but you have to remember to be a good mechanic on my tank!"

"Good!" Alice said with a smile as she wiped her tears from her eyes.

"If the two of you are not in a hurry to undress here xxxx, I will make it better for us to go first!" the sniper snorted, breaking the atmosphere between Alice and Wren.

Then he glanced at his assistant again, sighed, pointed at Wren and said, "Go back and practice more! If you have half of this young man, we will kill ourselves half an hour ago!"

"Give me a hand! It's hard to move on your own as I am now!" Wren said to the sniper, "I risked my life to save you, why don't you have to carry me back as a thank you?"

"Come less! Go to the front line and bring this woman, since you have this Yanfu, then let the woman go back with you!" The sniper snorted: "I'll carry the gun for you, this is no problem." ”

The dagger in Wren's right hand flickered, and he couldn't see it anymore, then he nodded and said, "Let's go, if I don't leave, I'll really die here." ”

With a slight force from Alice's pull, the whole person sat up from the corpse, because of the force, the wound was a little torn, and Wren snorted in pain. Compared to those movie heroes who resemble peripheral nerve necrosis, Wren, who has been shot several times and still has a discolored face, can be said to be much worse, at least he knows that a bullet hurts when it hits his body - it hurts, it hurts.

"Does it hurt?" Alice asked, looking at Wren worriedly, frowning.

"If you have a chance to go back, I'll give you a shot in the thigh and you'll know. Wren replied with grinned teeth. His words made the sniper who was picking up Wren's MP-44 assault rifle next to him burst out laughing.

With Alice's support, after some hard work, Wren finally stood up, and the blood flowing from the wound stained Alice's hand, and the warm liquid made Alice feel a little nauseous, but surprisingly, there was no resistance in his heart.

The four men cautiously emerged from the building, then crossed the street and returned to the headquarters of the Grenadier Company not far away, where Wren received a brief treatment from the grenadier unit's paramedics.

"I'm sorry, we have limited conditions on our side, especially for a minor injury like yours, we really don't want to waste first-aid medicine. The company commander scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "You helped us a lot, but you let you walk back with an injury, I'm very sorry." ”

"It's nothing, it's all my own decision, and I want to thank you for your help and worrying you. Wren smiled and waved his hand, his face was a little pale, probably because of blood loss, which made the freckles on his face a lot lighter.

Counting the grenadier company commander, all the grenadiers in the company have great admiration for this young tank commander, they have never seen a person who remains calm after being injured, and often the soldiers who are hit will be very panicked, they don't know if they will die, and they don't know if they will be disabled, so they often will shout and cry hysterically, making rescue and medical care difficult.

Wren, on the other hand, was very quiet, and only let out a vent when he pulled the wound, which calmed down the other injured people a lot. Of course, they didn't know that injuries were actually commonplace for Wren, and by feeling his body that had been injured and experienced, he could easily judge what kind of impact the injury would have, and whether it would lead to death—an alternative explanation for a long-term illness.

Wren stuffed the two empty magazines back into his pocket - I have to praise the German soldiers for their carefulness and seriousness, and the snipers who cleaned the battlefield actually picked up all the magazines for Wren. Then he stood up and looked at his hanging left arm, then turned to Alice and said, "Put the assault rifle on your back, we should go back." After coming out for so long, if they don't go back, Andre and they will be in a hurry. ”

The two men said hello to the company commander and walked back down the street. As when they came, two people in front of them and one behind them leaned cautiously against the wall. Only this time the figure was a little different, Wren had a bandage hanging from his left hand, and the slender Alice was carrying an assault rifle.

Looking at the backs of the two people walking away, the grenadier company commander lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and then spit out a puff of smoke: "This young man is really a ruthless character, bring a woman to the front line, and don't blink his eyes when he mentions killing." ”

"You didn't see him fight on the stairs, I was stunned. The sniper stood beside the grenadier company commander and said with reverence: "Before I met him, I thought I was a natural executioner. Today I learned what a real executioner is. ”

"It's embarrassing for me to say that. The grenadier company commander smiled and patted the sniper's shoulder: "You are the pride of our company, with a shooting record of 35 people, every time I go to a meeting at the battalion headquarters, I speak louder than other company commanders." ”

"I can't compare. If we knew each other's existence, he would be at least ninety percent sure that he would kill me. The sniper shook his head, "Good thing we're in this group. ”

"I heard the commander of the 1st Company of the Grenadier next door say that the 113 tank that guy drove was invincible, and it was as easy to fight a French tank as slaughtering a rabbit...... Several grenadier units that fought with him called him the Killer Wren, and he was a legend throughout the 3rd SS Panzer Division. I didn't expect him to be so fierce without a tank. After taking a deep puff of the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and the company commander of the grenadier waved his hand: "Go back, study and study how to continue the attack next." ”

I said...... It's only been a while since I've been out...... You two are making such a big move?" asked Andre in disbelief as he looked at Wren, who had gauze wrapped around his shoulders, and Alice, who was covered in dust and had short and unkempt hair.

"Phew!" Bruce happened to come back with two barrels of oil, and happened to see the two of them, he looked at Wren with wide eyes, and then at Alice: "I said, Alice, you didn't really shoot the commander, did you? If the above knew, they would have been hanged!"

"Shut up!" said Wren, Alice and Andre in unison. Wren ordered even more loudly: "Get out of the way!"

"If there is any action, go to the field hospital at the battalion headquarters and look for me, and I will take the bullet out of my shoulder. Wren said to Andrei: "Check the various parts of the tank, and if there is a problem, go to the old man to fix it." ”

"No problem!" Andre nodded in agreement.

"I'll go with you......" Alice followed behind Wren a little shyly.

Wren glanced at Alice, then didn't say anything, turned around and walked in the direction of the battalion headquarters, and Alice put the assault rifle on the engine compartment of the tank, and then took the P-38 pistol that Andrei threw at her just on the car, ran a few steps with a red face, and followed Wren.

"What are you coming along?" Wren asked as he walked forward.

"You because of my injury, I'll see if there's anything I can do to help. Alice replied after Wren.

Wren stopped talking and walked straight forward, and the two of them arrived at the field hospital at the battalion headquarters in a short time. The conditions here are more than twice as strong as the front-line field hospitals of the grenadiers, and at least the number of wounded in the tank units is the envy of the grenadier units.

Because after the tank units are usually destroyed, there are very few wounded - most of them are five dead lists. Therefore, in the field hospitals of the armored forces, there are generally not many opportunities to deal with seriously injured patients, and most of the people who come here are some bump injuries.

Today, Wren opened the field hospital of his battalion, and his arrival also made a group of armored soldiers who came here to tease a few female nurses hide from the hospital in a funny way.

Wren chose a clean bed and sat down, Alice hurried over to help him call the doctor and nurse, and after asking about the situation, the doctor here gave Wren a shot of morphine and began the difficult operation to remove the bullet.

When they took off Wren's shirt, everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, because this young man, who was only less than twenty years old, actually had dense scars, some of which were through bullets, and some were scars left by repeated whipping of leather whips. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been hard for them to imagine how a young man who could still be called a child could have so many scars on his body.

"I crawled back from hell. Wren looked at the stunned crowd and smiled: "Above is the medal I got there." ”