Chapter 82 Fighting for pain

In the flying breeze, bitter and sour smoke filled the air, and the giggling gunshots continued to ring. In Lynn's ears, it seemed like the prankster who used a metal spoon to shave the evil spirits of the porcelain plate hard, and his strong heart twitched involuntarily.

At this moment, he should have felt relaxed about the demise of his enemy, but his emotions were particularly depressed.

Colt, who was still holding a 45-caliber Colt in his right hand, became stingy for no reason. He was unwilling to show his combat talent, unwilling to inspire his companions with his calm and high-pitched voice, and commanded in the battle. But like a birch tree that did not exist in the desert, standing straight on this small mountain bag, without any worrying that the flying bullets would hit him. Subconsciously, Lynn even had a little hope, hoping that any bullet fired from any side could end his extremely difficult journey. It was glorious, great, full of adventurers' feats; it was evil, dark, and full of the deceiters.

As time passed, the smoke of gunfire became thicker and the gunshots became thinner. The mg-42, which made the US military officers and soldiers frightened on the Western Front battlefield, finally stopped tearing the linen apart. The US military's proud Browning machine gun also ended their arrogant counterattacks. Only the crisp and monotonous sound of slaughtering was still brutal. The brave and warlike imperial soldiers were ruthlessly killing the US soldiers who tried to escape from here.

Suddenly returning to the gods, Lynn saw the corpses of American soldiers in the jeep, beside the jeep, truck, truck, rock, and hillsides. They could almost see the bodies of American soldiers in the jeep, either ordinary, weird, or lying flat, or because of the struggles during their deaths. They looked shocking and bleak at a glance.

Lynn lowered his hand and his head, and he stood there without saying a word, meditating.

These more than 200 American soldiers were indeed extremely inexperienced recruits. When the battle began in a sudden and unexpected way, they completely lost their due calmness, and showed extreme immaturity and lack of organizational discipline. In a panic, they tried to resist and fight back until the guns penetrated the chest and body of their companions. Until the blood of their companions splattered, they woke up from the turmoil and no longer blindly insisted on fighting. However, as the courage to resist disappeared in an instant, they began to flee in a hurry, trying to save a life from the enemy's gun, instead of uniting and covering each other, retreating to the mountain and rock zone, separating from the officers in front and behind the convoy was a fatal defeat.

When Brazz came to his side with Ruger's pistol, Lynn finally closed his eyes. He tried not to think about the killing scene just now, and to not think about the inevitable connection with him, but he could not find any relief.

"They are all American soldiers. If they are soldiers, they should be prepared for everything on the battlefield, including murder and being killed." Braz said in a calm tone. "Now in Germany, on the banks of the Rhine, more than half a million Germans who have put down their weapons and surrendered were imprisoned by the British and American troops like animals. They lack food and medicine, lack clothing and quilts. When it rains, they can only hide in the cave. When they are sick, they can only pray for the kindness of God. Hundreds of people die every day. Everything we do here is not enough to avenge these brothers."

Hearing this, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to see the scene depicted by Braz. At first glance, hundreds of thousands of young or old Germans, who put down their weapons because of the end of the war. They did not seek a comfortable life, but only retained their desire for life. However, the kind Western Allies finally revealed their true face. They carried the banner of neutral legislation and the ***, and let the hundreds of thousands of German soldiers who had made them frightened and feared themselves in a way that inaction were not

Fiction, before traveling to this war era, Lynn saw relevant historical descriptions and real scenes. Thinking of the terrible concentration camps, thinking of the Allied officers and soldiers who died in German prisoners of war camps, especially those positive and positive World War II films shot by Britain, the United States and other countries, at that time, he was not very indignant of the dead German prisoners of war. However, in the extremely difficult environment for several months, these figures who had only images in the past became living beings around him, and the brotherly emotions brewed and cultivated in the trenches surpassed the inseparable family affection.

Sighing and turning his head, Lynn said to Braz: "How great it would be if there was no war in this world!"

Brazzi replied with his calm sanity: "This is impossible, never possible! Either rise in war or decline in war, there is no third way."

Lin En sighed with a deep sigh, for a moment, and unyieldingly put away all his compassion and sentimentality, and turned back to the iron-blooded and arrogant imperial warrior.

Looking around, because there is no grenade, the smoke at the scene is not very strong. They will drift away in the wind in just a few minutes. The first task at the moment is to ensure that no US soldier escapes, and then clean up the scene in as short as possible. Many commandos have climbed up the slopes and rocks, just like hunters in the hunting season, holding calibrated weapons to hunt the prey in the jungle and grassland. Every clattering sound may mean the fall of a young life.

The commandos who remained around the convoy had spontaneously swept the battlefield. Perhaps like Braz, they learned about the situation of the local surrendered troops. They were not ruthless to the US soldiers who lost their combat effectiveness due to serious injuries. They completely ended their pain with one shot at close range, and then picked up the portable gasoline barrels left beside them.

"There is no need to refuel in our truck. We will change the car later! The prisoners of war... asked them to carry the bodies and move them into the valley!" Lynn shouted in German, his voice a little awkward, but his language was simple and clear enough.

Although the battle was like a gust of lightning, there were still several soldiers on the US side who successfully surrendered. Their kneeling and raising hands was so standard and pious that they actually survived the violent guns of the commandos. It was a pity that people could not help but sigh at the strength of human desire to survive. Driven by the commandos, they honestly played the role of a corpse mover. For such a person, Lynn had no good impression of him. He glanced coldly and walked towards the front of the convoy with "Colt".

Before the battle began, Lynn temporarily drew a jeep to the back to fight the team, which weakened the power to deal with the US military in the front. However, the four commandos in the US uniforms still used the Browning machine gun on the vehicle and the assault rifles in their hands to stage a clean and neat strangle battle with their companions in the cab of the first truck. None of the four jeeps that the US officers and soldiers were riddled with their robes to start and escape, and no one could use the Browning machine gun on the frame to counterattack, and these jeeps were riddled with holes.

Lynn walked straight to the car where the US lieutenant colonel was riding in sunglasses. The American official who lost one eye on the battlefield and left deep scars sat on his back. His chair was smashed with multiple bullets, so that his chest was completely stained with blood. The sunglasses covered his only eye, but could not cover his shocked expression. Although he lacked predictions for the sudden battle, he was holding a pistol in his hand - giving him an extra second, perhaps he could fire the first shot that would rather die than surrender.

Lin En originally only expressed his basic respect in his heart for this sophisticated and worldly beauty official, but he glanced at the other party's seemingly Ruger 08, and opened his hand and picked it up. It was really a well-maintained German pistol. It was supposed to be the spoil he had obtained on the European battlefield. If he had breathed a sigh of relief, he really wanted to ask him to guess his identity. If this is not a coincidence, he would be harassed by others. How could he have the previous majesty? It should be shameful!

The gunshots were completely calmed down with almost a cigarette. As a battle between one and four, it was an amazing record to be able to win in such a short period of time. However, the spread of the bodies of American soldiers made Lynn feel helpless and entangled. He climbed up the rock from the other side and saw that the farthest one had already left the convoy three or four hundred meters away, and basically all around. It was not enough to rely on these surrendered American soldiers to collect the corpses, and they did not want experts to do this.

The bloody scene caused extremely strong resistance to our side. Lynn had to let the commandos take turns to join the "corpse collection team" and drove the jeep to collect the scattered in the distance. The nearby ones were transported to the recesses between the rocks, and then drove the trucks into the valleys that could be hidden, and used the canvas on the trucks to be used as tents. These tarps are exactly yellow and green in color, and they covered the rocks as if they were moss and grasses growing from the humid environment.

The plan never keeps up with the changes. Lynn has a deep understanding of the proverb left by his ancestors. Before the corpse was completely cleaned up, the truck had just started to move, and flying objects appeared in the sky. Naturally, this would no longer be his own disc aircraft. When he picked up the telescope, he didn't know whether it was a Mustang or other fighter jets, but the military green paint has already demonstrated its identity as a US Army Aircraft Corporation.

Between taking chance and taking the initiative, Lynn decisively chose the latter. He ordered two commandos in US uniforms to drive a jeep along the road. If they can drive faster, they will drive faster. Fortunately, dust has risen on the sandy road. If the US aircraft lowers the altitude and continues to drive, those who are in the car must stand up and wave their arms hard, pretending to be happy to see the plane. In addition to attracting the attention of US pilots, the other task of these two commandos is to conduct reconnaissance in front of the large army, find out the road conditions ahead and whether there is a US military cordon deployment.

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I spent my head all night, and now I saw that there were 23 more pictures of them, which was extremely touching...

I dare not imagine that I can be more mature than Feng Feng. If my books are more and more mature, I will be satisfied if I am so wonderful. Keep striving!
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