Voices were heard in the distance, proving that something was approaching. However, because the two people who were now seriously injured and dying had lost their basic sensitivity, they didn't know whose reinforcements had arrived first. However, neither of them gave up, and they were both trying their best to put each other to death.

Wren was crawling towards his pistol, after all, he was injured in his thigh, so it was slightly inconvenient to move. Wolff, on the other hand, could barely use his legs to move little by little, and although he was obviously a little far away from Wren's pistol, he could move several times faster than Wren.

A gust of wind blew, and Wren stopped picking up his pistol, because he had found that there was no need anymore, an Odin helicopter hovered dozens of meters away, and the muzzle of the MG42 machine gun on the side fuselage was pointing in the direction of Wolf.

Ropes were hanging from the plane, and German special forces in black uniforms were descending down the zipline to the ground, and the first to arrive was a second lieutenant, who pointed warily at Wolf with an assault rifle, and did not step forward to help the seriously injured Wren.

Wolf smiled bitterly, the scar on his face still distorted. His worst fears finally happened, even though the Soviets were in the midst of a full-scale attack, the German reinforcements still had to be faster. This fateful duel felt awkward from the beginning, from the beginning to the last second.

Now he finally figured it out and thought it through. This is no longer the primitive fight and battle between the two people, and although he is indeed strong in this regard, it cannot make up for the huge gap between the two sides that exists in other places. What determines the outcome of a battle is no longer the bravery and ferocity of two people, but the crystallization of tens of millions of people and thousands of links.

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, in that spacious and bright factory, a skilled German technician uses the most perfect craftsmanship to process a gear. This gear eventually showed stable performance in the tank, which determined that the German tank could continue to fight even after being shot.

Piloting the Frederick rocket launcher produced in France, the German artillery unit did not have much time to prepare before smashing the terrifying intensity of fire on the heads of the Soviet tanks, which were also located several kilometers away.

Above the clouds, the Luftwaffe's Stuka 2 attack plane, which was like a ghost, appeared in time to save the desperate German tank force from the brink of total annihilation.

It was still tens of thousands of kilometers away that a small and reliable pistol was born on the lathes of the Belgian Browning company, which helped Wren to achieve an overwhelming advantage at the last moment, and this pistol born in 1935 was much better than the 1895 revolver in the hands of the Soviets.

Even the tactical vest Wren wore was the result of the efforts of many design masters - while barely affecting his movements, Wren carried much more ammunition than Wolff, laying the most solid and reliable foreshadowing for his eventual advantage.

Before he knew it, Wolf was no longer fighting alone with Wren, the skilled workers who produced the most advanced tanks for Germany, the textile mills that designed tactical vests for Wren, the people of the French-Belgian occupation zone who provided Wren with weapons and equipment, and the air force artillery who provided long-range support......

War is no longer a fight of front-line soldiers, or a simple fight of front-line soldiers. Even down to the level of individual battles, the country's scientific and industrial power began to show its indisputable decisive role, and Wolf was defeated not by Wren, but by the collective efforts of millions of workers.

Confluence into a river, gathering sand into a tower. When Wolfe's tank failed to destroy Rennes' King Tiger tank due to its rate of fire and reliability, it seemed that the end was already sealed. Wolf was defeated, and the numerical superiority he had managed to gather was finally defeated in the face of the German army, which had condensed countless wisdom and production capacity—a heroic defeat, but an irrefutable defeat.

At this moment, every soldier of the German army seems to be standing on the shoulders of a giant called industry, and if it wants to defeat such a powerful German army, the Soviet Union will have to fill in the fight with countless lives...... Although the blood was tragic, this was the war, and this was the "German field" that Accardo and countless German engineers and scientists had won with their efforts. The Germans had their own superiority in this area, and during this time the German superiority crushed any opponent and led the German Legion to be invincible and invincible!

Now, no longer the bloody and brutal but slow and clumsy duel between the two wounded, German special forces soldiers with assault rifles in their hands and the terrifying Accardo saw MG42 machine guns on the plane. Even now there is a tank Wolf is not sure of victory, not to mention that now he has no weapons on his body, only three holes and bleeding constantly.

The second German soldier who approached knelt beside Wren, put his weapon behind him and began to check Wren's injuries. The helicopter's engine was so noisy that Wren couldn't hear his voice: "Sir, you're safe now!"

A second Odin helicopter landed not far away, and a medic with a white armband on his arm and a red cross painted on it walked quickly to Wren's side with a steel helmet. He put down his medical kit, didn't look at Wolf not far away, and began to clean up Wren's wounds.

The German special forces soldier who followed the field medic also carried an MP-44 assault rifle and pointed it at Wolff. He didn't speak, but the wary eyes told Wolf the truth: "If you mess around, you might be beaten into a sieve." ”

Followed by a heavily armed special forces soldier who also carried an improvised stretcher under his armpit and a weapon behind his back. The soldier was apparently responsible for carrying heavy loads, so the ammunition was carrying a little less than the others.

It all came so suddenly that even Wren was a little incredulous. After several special forces soldiers set up a ring guard position around it, Wren suddenly felt someone come up on his lap. Suddenly, he felt that his body was much lighter, and the feeling of bone-chilling pain no longer bothered him.

"Look at me! It would be good if you would tell me something about you, like your hometown!" The medic apparently used the pain-relieving Ma Fei on Wren, and in a split second Wren was able to regain a glimmer of life, and he heard the roar of the engines again, and he could see the heavily loaded special forces around him.

"Hah...... It's good to see you guys. Wren stretched out his bloody palm and grabbed the doctor's sleeve: "Help...... I...... Kill Wolf...... Save my crew, save them!

"Yes, sir!" the German lieutenant, who was standing not far from Wren, suddenly pulled the trigger, and the assault rifle emitted a puff of white smoke, and the metal bullet casings were thrown far away, but the bullets bloomed into small blood-colored flowers on Wolf's body.

"Tutu, Tutu, Tubu!" In the distance, the machine gunner on the side of the gunship saw someone on the ground firing, and instinctively followed suit, the dense rain of bullets from the MG42 machine gun immediately enveloped Wolf's body in a cloud of smoke, and tracer bullets were like a woven net of fire, enveloping the place where he stood.

The lone wolf finally fell, and the seemingly powerful body looked weak under the fire of the MG42 machine gun. The nickname of the Accardo Saw is definitely not for nothing, and when there are helicopters carrying large amounts of ammunition, the terrifying instantaneous explosiveness of the MG42 machine gun is a nightmare for all targets.

"Ceasefire! I can't see the target! Stop shooting!" "Right next to Wren, a liaison non-commissioned officer with communications equipment on his back was ceasefire for the helicopter gunship overhead. After a few seconds, the strafing finally stopped, and the smoke finally cleared, leaving Wolf's body lying in the middle of a crater, looking horrible and miserable.

He was drowned out by bullets before he could shout, after all, for the German special forces, the advantage in firepower was not a skit, and they were used to pouring ammunition on targets to ensure that the targets they were going to attack were completely destroyed. As special forces, their only role is to take out the opponent cleanly, and the rest is the remaining secondary factor.

"The condition of the wounded is very bad! Send them to the field hospital in the rear as soon as possible!" The doctor beside Wren helped Wren to stop the bleeding improvised, and at the same time loudly advised the commander not far away.

And the commander of the special forces also felt that it was quite the right thing to do to leave quickly. He motioned for everyone to prepare to return to the plane, and then shot Wolf's corpse two more times: "The Imperial Division has begun to retreat, the Soviets will arrive here soon, we need to leave as soon as possible!"

"Go check...... King Tiger Tank ...... The wreckage of the ...... around that There is our ...... Wounded!" Wren muttered repeatedly as he was put on a stretcher, and soon he was lifted onto a landing helicopter, while the other special forces soldiers had no place to leave on foot.

Wren eventually passed out on the plane, and he felt a slight vibration on the fuselage of the plane, which was indeed more comfortable than the King Tiger tank...... But that damn noise, it's so noisy.

Today, there are two more shifts, so don't wait. I owe it to make up for it in two days, after all, the cold is not good. Excuse me.