Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to stop advancing.

Soon, several British GIs emerged from the side of the crowd, led by this guy in rags and beard, with a cigarette roll in his mouth.

"I know you, have you forgotten how you promised me? Are all your people dead? Give it all to me! ”

Zhou Yu hurriedly explained with a smile on his face: "Sir, we did repair the trenches according to your orders just now, but we encountered a surprise attack by the German army and scattered us. ”

"Useless things, it's too late! Take me with you dozens of people, a tank is stuck in the mud, we must tow it up as soon as possible! ”

"What? Tank? ”

Zhou Yu suggested that everyone should be restless, and followed behind the hateful sergeant, away from the original route, until he saw a tank with its rear wheels in the mud.

The big guy stirred the tracks weakly, but he couldn't get out of the quagmire, and even the more he struggled, the deeper it sank.

"A few of you guys jump down and drag the tank up from below!"

"What? Sir, this quagmire looks very deep, how can a person come up when he jumps? How can you lift a tank without a point of focus? ”

"Damn, I'll let you jump! Tell you, you dozens of laborers together are not as useful as this tank! Even if I traded all of your lives for it to come out of the mud, I wouldn't blink! ”

The sergeant said as he threw away the cigarette and once again pulled the pistol from his waist.

But this time he failed to aim at Zhou Yu's forehead as he wished, he only felt a pain in his wrist, and as soon as his eyes broke, his gun inexplicably ran into the hands of the laborer in front of him.

Zhou Yu was expressionless, and put a pistol against the man's forehead, scaring the latter so much that he didn't dare to make any movement for a while.

The British GIs who followed him hurriedly tried to untie their rifles behind their backs, but they were surrounded by laborers, and they had the posture of starting without saying a word.

Zhou Yu didn't shoot immediately, he grabbed the sgt. sergeant who was scared by the collar, dragged him in front of him and said sharply:

"Let me popularize it to you, we are allies, we are allies, and the lives of Chinese workers are as important as the lives of British soldiers!

If you have any unwillingness and anger, you should vent it on the enemy on the other side, not to show off your strength here!

This is the last time, and if I see you pointing a gun at your allies again, I will not hesitate to wring your head off. ”

Zhou Yu said as he shook his wrist and pinched the muzzle of the gun, and stuffed the grip into the sergeant's hand.

The latter was stunned by this scene, and didn't know what to say for a long time, the expression on his face changed and changed, but there was a sudden fierce color in the depths of his eyes.

"TMD, to hell with it!"

The sergeant was about to raise his gun and shoot as he spoke, but as soon as he was halfway up his arm, he felt the strength of his body running away, and he could no longer breathe the air into his lungs, and it was all dissipated in his neck.

"Gollum...... Gollum ......."

At some point, a deep wound had been cut in his throat!

The soldier shuddered, his pistol fell to the ground, and the fear in his eyes gradually filled his pupils until he dilated and dissipated.

Zhou Yu knew that once he did it, he could only do it without doing it.

He glanced at the other laborers, and the other laborers surrounded the British soldiers, and fiercely handed out the daggers and bayonets in their hands.

These self-righteous GIs thought that laborers could be trampled on at will like livestock ants, and could even come up with a way to let them use their bodies as pedals for tanks.

After killing these British soldiers who were looking for their own death, Zhou Yu did not forget to loot their weapons, equipment and dry food, and even took out two grenades from the sergeant's belt just now.

Glancing at the tank that had stopped struggling, Zhou Yu aimed at a lookout and pulled out the grenade fuse, and said softly: "I'm sorry brother, you saw something you shouldn't see, so I can only send you on the road." ”

Zhou Yu stuffed the grenade that was about to burn into a lookout, curled up and motioned for everyone to squat.

With a "boom", the tank was blown up from the inside, and a puff of smoke came out of the top floor, and there was absolutely no way that there would be any survivors in such a narrow space.

Zhou Yu glanced around and hurriedly gestured silently.

Once again, everyone lowered their center of gravity and burrowed into the trench like an ant's nest, and disappeared with three turns and two turns.

The sky slowly darkened, and Zhou Yu's team of thirty people marched into a front-line trench where they were facing each other.

The commander here was named Kazan, a company commander, and they had been facing the Germans on the opposite side for seven days and seven nights, and no one dared to attack easily, but no one dared to retreat and give up their positions, so they ushered in the eighth night in a tense and depressing atmosphere.

"Sir, we are Task Force C13, we have been ordered to go south to Verdun to support, we need to repair your position a little tonight, and we will leave as soon as dawn."

The man named Kazan had short, crimson curly hair, thin cheeks, and a tired look in his eyes.

This man didn't look like such an arrogant and unreasonable person, nor did he embarrass these laborers, or he simply ignored these husbands, and seemed a little numb.

After getting Zhou Yu's report, he only threw down one sentence, "You are not allowed to walk out of the trench at night, and you can't climb out of the trench when you go to the toilet, because you will be killed by friendly scouts as enemies." ”

Zhou Yu felt that the British soldiers stationed here were too nervous, and they smoked cigarettes like crazy one by one, while some of them were talking to themselves with Bibles in their hands, as if they were praying.

As the night approached, Zhou Yu and the others leaned on a relatively small trench to seize the time to rest.

The trench not far from him was artificially raised and widened to create an area for lookout and reconnaissance.

The upper part is also reinforced with some ammunition boxes and dirt bags to block stray bullets, and then some empty triangular wooden boxes are embedded in the edges, which are hollowed out towards the corner of the enemy, which can be used as a gun hole for shooting, and can also observe the enemy.

There stood two sentinels, staring at the no-man's land where puffs of smoke drifted from time to time.

After a while, the soldier in charge of the night change came from the other side, cursing that the soldiers in the previous round were dirty pigs and sloppy ghosts, making a mess of the trenches, and on the other side unbuttoned their trousers and defecated at will, like a group of wild men who had escaped from civilized society.

However, Zhou Yu also noticed that all the soldiers had been rotated, but the scouts who were huddled behind the bunker did not have anyone to rotate.

The two poor creatures with straight eyes had either been forgotten or no one wanted to take their place.

The night was getting deeper, and there was no suspicious movement in the direction of the enemy's position, and everyone seized this rare night to sleep in their clothes and replenish their strength.

In such an oppressive and silent atmosphere, the two sentries nested in the sentry post were like frightened birds.

With their bloodshot eyes open, they kept staring at the no-man's land shrouded in thick fog and moonlight, and their minds were highly concentrated.

Suddenly, at this moment, a reflection swept in front of the two of them, and it seemed to be the moonlight reflected by the helmets of soldiers lying on the ground!

"Enemy Night Attack ~~~!"

One of the sentries shouted, and the soldiers resting in the trenches scrambled to climb up to the firing pot, pull the bolt, and look out through the aiming position.

Unfortunately, there was no movement in the dark no-man's land, except for the occasional sparse sound, made by rats or crows.

The two sentinels were too nervous and seemed to make a fuss.

"Hell, can you not scare people like this, where are there any enemy troops? Where is the night raid? Damn it...... Can you look carefully next time and shout again! ”

The warriors, who had been disturbed by their dreams for no reason, cursed and retreated back into the trenches, while the two sentries twitched their cheeks a few times and continued to observe the movement in the no-man's land.

After a while, this little episode passed like this, and everyone closed their eyes and rested again.

The surroundings are silent and claustrophobic, and in the darkness that is beyond the reach of the naked eye, there always seems to be an invisible force whispering in your ear, like the murmur of a demon, forcing people to almost go crazy, and the brain is becoming more and more unable to think normally.

At that moment, a sentry suddenly trembled nervously, looked at the empty area, pulled the bolt, pulled the trigger, and fired all the bullets out of the magazine.

"Come on~~ Come on, you German devils! Die~~All Die~~! I'm not afraid of you! I'll kill as many as I come! ”

The laborers and all the soldiers around them were awakened by the gunshot, and many of them climbed onto the firing stacks again to take aim out.

But the sentry had all his guns in the dirt, and he had not touched a single bird feather, except for a few holes.

", are you crazy? Don't shoot again! Do you want people to know how many of us are hiding here? Hurry up and stop shooting! ”

A soldier shouted in the direction of the sentry, but instead of an apology, the gunfire did not stop.

The soldier felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been struck by some flying bird, and staggered back half a step.

Then, in disbelief, he looked down at his chest, which was covered with blood at some point.

"The Germans are coming~~~ Everyone fires~~~ Counterattack!"

The sentry who had finished firing his rifle again pulled out the pistol he had with him and pulled the trigger on the soldier who was yelling at him.

One of the bullets hit the latter's chest and lungs, causing the soldier who had been accidentally wounded by a mad friendly to spat blood on the ground, his body convulsing irregularly.

"Hahaha~~~ Go die! Everyone's going to die~~! ”

A night wind blew the crumbling trees, and another sentry jumped out of the battlements as if he were an enemy, raising a machine gun at his side and firing into the dark clearing.

"Are you crazy? Are these two guys demonically possessed? God, save them quickly! ”

Some soldiers were shocked by the scene in front of them and seemed a little overwhelmed, but Zhou Yu knew that under the long-term confrontation and pressure, human beings were prone to mental breakdowns and even hallucinations at such extreme moments, which was also known as camp roaring in ancient times!