Jintian sat on the ground. The intense exercise just now made Jintian consume the heat. He took a deep breath of the fresh air in the woods. Under the honey sunlight, Jintian found that the scenery in the woods was really beautiful, and it was definitely a good place for dogs and men to fall in love.

Just as Kimetsuda was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him, Wright ran over excitedly. After standing in front of Kimetsuda, Wright gasped and said, "General, I have counted it. There are 208 people in our sect now, but the organization is very chaotic. Some are from the SS stormtroopers, some are from the army, artillery and armored soldiers. The only ones with the staff are the kitchen squad. There are also several field doctors and chariot repairmen.

Since half of the people are logistics personnel, our guns and ammunition are pitifully few. There are only a few MP38 submachine guns and an MG34 heavy machine gun, with only 50 rifles and a small number of pistols and grenades. The bullets are even less and sad. There are only 5 machine gun magazines, and each rifle bullet can only be divided into 5. As for the MG34, the bullets on the gun will be gone if they are exhausted."

Wright swallowed, moistened his throat and continued, "The combat map and radio station of our door are lost. Now I can't figure out where our door is, so the general is lost."

After listening to Wright's report, Kimda fell into deep thought, "It seems that the situation is bad, but it seems that his luck is really not very good." Kimda tried to search the content of the novel that he had read before. He wanted to find out what the protagonist of the novel should do when he encountered this situation. Unfortunately, his mind had no gains except remembering the yellow shots in the novel.

After thinking for a long time, Kimda said to Wright, "Person Wright, my door should leave here first! It's too unsafe." "Yes,!" But what direction should my door go in?" Kimda thought for a while, picked a branch from the ground, and whispered to the branch, "Heavenly Lingling, the earthly Lingling, the gods wish me to show their spirits." After that, he threw the branch into the sky, and the branches drew a graceful arc and fell on the ground. Kimda pointed to the direction where the branches fell and said, "Person Wright, you reorganize the people and advance in this direction." "Yes. General."

A small German army was marching in the dense forest, and at the front of the team were several SS stormtroopers holding MP38s. They were staring at the front with their eyes wide open and staring forward. While moving forward, they looked for possible enemies. Behind them was a short German soldier. Although he was small, the MG34 looked as easy as holding a child's lollipop. Then there were several non-commissioned officers holding pistols, and his door held Kimda tightly in the middle. Behind Kimda was followed by a chef class, with two fat men who might be chefs standing in the middle, one carrying a huge military soup pot and the other holding a military soup spoon. The other slightly thinner chefs each held a cold kitchen knife. According to Kimda's more than a year of experience in the chef's chef, those kitchen knives were bigger than pig-killing knives.

Behind the chef class were a group of repair soldiers and artillery soldiers, armored soldiers, and they were holding hammers, moving hands, head-locking and other repair tools. Several battlefield doctors followed closely behind these soldiers, holding syringes in their hands. Perhaps because of their profession, the doctors stared at the moving buttocks in front of them. Kindda was so scared that he subconsciously touched his butts. Finally, there were several army soldiers holding rifles in their hands, watching the movement behind them while moving forward.

Other army soldiers were scattered around with rifles, forming a circular protection circle. Judging from the current situation of this team, this is undoubtedly the best formation. Kimda looked at Wright beside him and sighed in his heart, "It seems that he has to learn too much." Kimda carefully searched Ricci's memory in his mind, trying to find something useful. But Richi's memory was nothing except (a hundred questions to pick up girls), (one-night stand method), and (108 ways to hang horses). Fortunately, he had read so many war novels before, otherwise he might have been scared now.

"There is a situation" the soldiers in front shouted, and all the soldiers immediately lay down. The small soldier set up the MG34, and the army soldiers scattered around immediately raised their guns, lowered their heads, and looked for cover. The fat chef took the blame on his back and held it in his hands. Other chefs also lit up their shiny kitchen knives. Several doctors pressed the syringe on the extra-large needle for the elephant injection. There were also several soldiers without weapons who took off the skin on their waists (Tao! It's not a Japanese A-film).
Chapter completed!