I'm so fake, you're a family.

Well, it's not German, it's internet parlance.

The branch of the tree in his hand, which looked like a wire from a distance, broke seventy or eighty knots, threw it into the crater and stepped on two feet.

This job is really not easy to do, and I believe that any soldier in the special operations team can do it better than himself.

While getting angry, try to lower his head wearing the M38 paratrooper helmet.

From time to time, machine-gun-sub-shells landed around the crater, and the sniper waited calmly for him to come out of the crater.

It's not that Zhang Sixing doesn't have smoke-fog-bullets to cover, but the equipment on his body can't be wasted until the phone line is found.

He pulled out the periscope again and quietly poked out the crater.

"Huh"

The bullets swept through with a supersonic wind, and the snipers staring at him fired.

"Smack"

The crisp sound of gunfire was so crisp at night that it gave him the opportunity to look for a sniper.

The stick periscope turned, and a broken building window came into view.

"Huh"

Another bullet passed through the periscope and came closer than the previous one.

Although the muzzle flame of the Type 38 rifle was extremely small, it still flashed against the dark background of the room.

Sample, I thought that if I hid in the house, I wouldn't be able to see you.

Stick out your sniper-gun and keep an eye on where the gun has just been lit up.

"Huh"

Another bullet passed by the helmet, and Zhang Sixing remained motionless.

As the opponent fired, almost at the same time he also pulled the trigger of the sniper-shot-gun.

"Poof"

In the faint sound of gunfire, the muzzle flame was not obvious, and even managed to avoid the eyes of the Japanese machine gunners.

After completing the shot, he quickly retracted to the bottom of the crater and waited, and then took out the periscope observation scope again.

The Japanese snipers did not fire again, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"Po"

The flares arrived, which solved the problem of finding the telephone line at night.

God, stop playing with broken branches, okay?

"Tom"

The sound of something firing was heard, and the sound of such weapons was not heard on the Spanish front and in the German army.

Almost at the same time as he was stunned, a hoarse shout suddenly came from the stronghold,

"Grenadier, run ......"

I don't want to grab a sniper-gun-gun and run wildly.

A violent explosion sounded behind him, and a powerful wave of qi slammed into his back.

Take advantage of the momentum and roll forward, but unfortunately this is flat ground, and there is no other crater for him to hide.

Roll up and keep running, not even having time to take out a smoke-fog-bullet.

"Tom"

Another sound sounded, and a wave of despair welled up in my heart.

Snipers can shoot at each other, what to do with mortars who don't know where to hide.

Phew, grenadiers are not worthy of mortars.

But this thing is so easy to use, and the launch speed is really fast.

In the midst of the desperate run, another grenade from the grenadier exploded behind him.

Unlike the previous one, this time the shrapnel did not spare him, and his leg was numb but he couldn't care so much when he ran.

It wasn't until I threw myself into a crater and was filled with dust that I felt a hot-hot pain.

Unfortunately, it will not be possible to see the injury, as the flare is about to go out.

I hope to run in the dark and get rid of the grenadiers' watch.

Unexpectedly, I climbed to the edge of the crater, and was pleasantly surprised to find that not far away was the break point of the telephone line.

As for the grenadiers staring at him......

Go to his grenadiers, sometimes you need to take some risks on the battlefield.

Throw a smoke-fog-bomb, then dive headlong into the smoke and run towards the breakpoint.

When I got closer, I was dumbfounded, and the distance between the two telephone lines was almost three meters, and it was completely blown up by large-caliber shells.

There was still a hand on the line of the phone at one end, but the person no longer knew where it had gone.

I don't feel it in my heart, and there is no time for me to be sad on the battlefield, and I should let future generations have a conscience to do it.

Reach out and pull the ends of the wires on both sides desperately, and the military telephone lines on the battlefield usually have a surplus.

can be dragged to the end, there is still a gap of two meters.

It is not difficult to solve this matter in my heart, dragging one head with one hand.

You don't need to be notified by three shots at all, you only need to feel the current passing through your body to know that the people on both ends of the phone are desperately shaking the phone.

Hold on now, as long as they don't get killed during the call.

Originally, the flare went out as an opportunity to get rid of the grenadier hand, but the smoke of the smoke-fog-bullet showed the grenadier finger a rough position.

The Japanese grenadier had a stubborn temper, and the grenadier slammed into the smoke as if he didn't want money.

"It's over, it's over, that guy is going to be blown up!"

The platoon commander of the pottery platoon, who was lying on the firing port of the stronghold, grasped the soil tightly with both hands, as if he was about to crush them into bricks.

"Sir, the company headquarters asked us to gather in the Sixing warehouse, and let all those who couldn't take away with enough ammunition be killed."

The soldier kept shaking the phone, and finally received the order.

Shake off the soil in his hands, pull out the box cannon and rush into the night sky, and the "horn horn" three shots send out the agreed signal.

His eyes were full of prayer, and he kept staring at the smoke.

One by one, the cannonballs of grenadiers stirred up and dispersed the white smoke, bringing hope together.

The figure covered with "long hair" was gone, and its eyes were searching in a panic on the battlefield.

"Hey, I should ...... it"

No one could hear the muttering words in his mouth, and his eyes were so dry that he couldn't even squeeze out tears.

Only grinning lips could be seen trembling, and the Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Horn Horn Horn"

Three more shots into the sky caught the attention of the Japanese troops, and machine guns and rifles fired back.

"Platoon commander, let's go......"

"Platoon commander, what about that person's stuff."

"Platoon Commander ......"

The soldiers asked in a hurry, and the lost Tao platoon commander in his heart was angry,

"Scream, call a fart......"

Glancing at his subordinates, the hope in their eyes was as dim as the stars that had risen in the morning and were still hanging in the sky, but they were clearly visible.

He took a breath, gritted his teeth, and tossed aside the idea of going to the battlefield to find the guy.

Yes, looking for the person whose life and death are uncertain, I don't know how many lives I have to take in.

Bringing this platoon to the Four Elements Warehouse would be more useful than a brave soldier.

There are times on the battlefield when you have to do something against your conscience.

He nodded diswilderedly, and turned his head to look fixedly at the place where the smoke had just disappeared.

"What about the?"

It seems that this sentence is so shameful, and the person who asked is timid in a small voice.

"Bring it, bring it, if you can find his family in the future......"

After speaking, the veteran soldier was arranged, and a row of people wanted to leave quietly.

"Ahem, I'll do it myself."

Suddenly, someone outside the stronghold coughed lightly and said in a slightly smiling tone.

Zhang ...... Brother Sixing, you are still alive...... Haha, that's great......"

"Shh......h Whisper so that the devil doesn't hear it, and I'll have to wait a little before I can leave. ”

Zhang Sixing, who was talking in an empty gilly suit, entered the stronghold with his waist bent, but took out a flashlight as soon as he came in.

The red glow shone on his legs.

The strips of cloth, which were originally different shades of gray, appeared as black patches as if ink had been poured into them.

"You, Brother Sixing, you're injured...... Medic. ”

After calling out, Platoon Commander Tao didn't hear an answer, and looked up at his brothers.

None of their faces were pretty, and they wordlessly turned their gaze back to their red-lit legs.

Zhang Sixing, who could guess what was going on, sighed softly,

"It doesn't matter, I have a first aid kit. Take a serious look and be careful for the devils to touch it. ”