With David Smith and his patrol, Sigt and his team successfully crossed the chaotic British defense line until triangular camp tents appeared in their sight. Those camp tents had no lights, and people could only be seen walking around at a very close distance. It seemed that the previous gunshots disturbed the good dreams of these British pilots.

"Sir, it seems that nothing happened in the pilot camp!" David Smith said with a naive look on his face.

"It'll be there soon!"

When Sigate finished speaking, the dagger had already penetrated Smith's heart and was covered by Sigate's big hand. Poor Smith didn't even have time to make a sound.

At the same time, the other five British patrol soldiers were also killed by Sigate's commandos. Compared to Sigate, who killed people like killing chickens, these commandos seemed a little tender, but as a patrol soldier said "ah" before his death.

"Who?" The voice of inquiry came from the pilot camp more than ten meters away.

"It's so damn!" Siggart said with a loud voice, "I stepped on a stool! I don't know which bastard is so shameless, so he doesn't need to be buried in the soil after it's convenient!"

Two seconds later, the voice just now laughed gloatingly, "I think it must be Carter! This kid often does this kind of thing!"

Soon another voice came from the darkness, "Rise, shut your stinky mouth! I haven't pooped there for two days in a row!"

"Nonsense, I saw you hiding in the bushes over there yesterday!"

"That's to Xiaojie! Are you following me every day?"

...

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two British people's competition, Sigt and others completely handled the patrol team and then quietly touched the camp there.

When Sigate stood behind one of the British, he was still yelling without knowing how to do it. Sigate, who was about the same height as him, covered his mouth with one hand and wiped his neck with a dagger. The whining man quickly died.

"What? Finally I feel that I'm in a disadvantage? Hahaha! Please invite me tomorrow..." Another voice was completely quiet before I was happy.

Next, Sigate and the commandos quickly and lightly cleared every camp here. Most of the British pilots went to see Nelson before they had time to resist. They were agile and struggled to death for a few times. After a sound of a small sound, the entire camp was completely quiet. Before the 19 British pilots could realize their ambition to shoot down a dozen German planes, just like a group of young sparrows with broken wings dying in a nest on a tree branch.

When killing these British pilots without guns, most of the commandos found the feeling of killing chickens. Only one poor man accidentally suffered a little bit of minor injuries in the other party's resistance.

Sigt quickly summoned the commandos, "Although this pilot camp is separated from the ground crew and guards, it is not far from other camps. I believe the British will soon find that all of these pilots are killed. We must find the British planes as soon as possible and blow them up! If other pilots are found, kill them without any consequences!"

Although the night could provide cover for the commando and also caused some trouble for the Germans to find targets, on the other side, Tobias and his team found that there were only a group of British soldiers near them, but they did not even see the shadow of the plane. They had to pretend to be British troops who were also searching for attackers, and marched blindly in the woods. Every time they encountered other British troops, Tobias always felt ashamed.

"Have you found anything?" Most of the British officers at the front greeted him with a graceful manner. These real British gentlemen would try their best to remain calm under any circumstances.

"No!" After Tobias finished speaking, he was always a little scared, fearing that he would use "no" in German.

"Well, good luck to you!" The officer opposite did not stop to check Tobias's identity or rank, but passed by without stopping.

When the two teams intersected, the German soldiers, including Tobias, looked at the front with a serious expression without looking sideways. They just glanced at the British army from the corner of their eyes, and most of the British soldiers inside were expressionless.

"Sir, are we following a certain British patrol team? Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to find the British plane if we go around like this!" A commando behind Tobias whispered.

"It seems that we have to try our luck like this!" Tobias was helpless. The guards here were so tight that even spies like Karen and Sigate could not spy on the specific location of the British plane. Of course, spies are not omnipotent.

After pulling out the compass and determining the direction, Tobias led his group to continue walking north. After a few minutes, another group of British soldiers walking west appeared in their sight.

"Don't talk, be ready to fight at any time!" Tobias whispered the order, and then led the team to follow the British army to the west. The two teams were moving silently at less than ten meters apart. The woods that had been noisy due to gunfire have become much calmer. Now, except for the sound of footsteps, there is only the whimpering sound of the owl. The officer behind the British army in front just looked back and did not have any unexpected expressions or actions.

When Tobias's team followed another British army and walked toward somewhere, the Karen team, which had shocked the secret whistle, had already walked through the woods as if nothing had happened. Karen's mature and skillful acting made the commando team he led the most successful among the three wolfs that had mixed into the flock.

"Second Lieutenant, can you borrow a fire?" While advancing side by side with another British army of more than 20 people, Karen took out a high-end cigarette and generously borrowed the fire at the British officers in the team.

Seeing that Karen was wearing an army captain uniform, the other party respectfully handed over the lighter. Karen touched it and knew that it was a very exquisite lighter, which was of course of great value.

"Thank you!" Karen replied in an elegant tone, lit the cigarette and put the lighter in his pocket.

"Sir..." The British officer looked at his lighter being left with a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Oh?" Karen looked at him, and it seemed that he suddenly realized it after a few seconds. He immediately took out the lighter and returned it to the British lieutenant.

The poor British lieutenant soon fell into a secret joy of losing and regaining it, and he did not notice the cunning look in Karen's eyes.

"The woods are so big! I used to think that there were only a small piece of shrub on the beach in southern England, but this time it was finally eye-opening! It was a good idea to hide the planes here. I think the Germans would not find them even if they died. When the German army launched a arrogant attack, our planes would definitely make them regret coming to this world! Lieutenant, do you think?"

The British lieutenant carefully hid the lighter in his pocket, "That's natural! Although we only have one squadron of aviation troops here, I heard that those are the latest fighters. The pilots said that they can fight German aircraft in one and three!"

"Fight three fights in one? I think our heroes can fight at least one fight in the cross! Unfortunately, I haven't seen those planes with my own eyes!" What Karen said was a German plane to fight with the cross British planes. If all British planes did not escape when they fought.

"Captain, you haven't seen those planes? No! Have you and your troops not patrolled the northwest corner of the woods? We've been there five times this week! Or have you not noticed those planes covered with yellow canvas?"

"I've been there, and I've seen some strange yellow piles from afar. It turns out that those are planes!" Karen made an enlightened expression, "The ones in the northwest corner are right!"

"It's not the northwest corner, it should be the northwest corner and it's still somewhere south. It's almost enough to walk from here to the west, but now it's night, and you can't see clearly if you don't walk in front of you!"

"Oh!" Karen threw half of the cigarette on the ground, then took out the box of cigarettes.

Seeing this, the British lieutenant quickly said, "Captain, my squad is going to patrol the south! See you next time!"

Looking at the back of the British army leaving hurriedly, Karen smiled contemptuously, stuffed the cigarette he had just pulled back into the cigarette box, and then led the team to the west.

"What a stupid guy. I haven't even seen such a big plane. I want to pretend to be stupid and take my lighter away! Humph, you know, I bought this lighter from Americans at a high price! Alas, the hateful Americans actually increased the price of goods several times after the war! Germans are not good things, and Americans are not fucking good men and women!" The British lieutenant murmured to himself, and it seemed that his ideological awareness was pretty good.

Next to a canvas-covered plane, Siggart's commando had subdued more than a dozen Indian soldiers guarding the plane. These planes were not far from the pilot camp, and Siggart and others were able to find the plane so quickly, so they should also thank the British patrol soldiers who were already in the spot.

"Say, are you a spy?" Siggt put the dagger on the neck of a runny Indian soldier, and several other Indian soldiers were knocked down by other commandos. In the eyes of the British, these Indians should be relatively reliable, so many important places on the front line have more or less deployed some Indian soldiers.

"Sir, please spare my life!" If India's Asan had not been held by a knife, he might have knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

"You guy is good in English! He must be a German spy!" Sigt used a little force, and A San's blood began to drip down along the dagger bit by bit.

"Sir, please spare my life! I swear to the sky, to the earth, to the sea, to the king, I am the most loyal slave of the British Empire!" Asan's expression of pain was almost tearful when he spoke.

"Damn it, I should have called Karen to come and have a look. There is a guy here who is better at acting than him!" Sigt muttered in some language.

"Sir, please spare me..." A San's voice began to tremble, making the early winter air even colder.

"Hmph! Take out all the zha medicine here, I want to count whether you stole the zha medicine and attempt to blow up the plane!" Siggart and others originally planned to use the grenades in their bag to kill the wooden-skinned British planes. Although the plane could be blown up, the aircraft engine would not be damaged too much. The British might repair some of them in a week. This Indian San looked very cute, so Siggart decided to use him to find some zha medicine.

"Sir, please spare your life! We don't have any medicine here!" Asan made Sigt's wish disappointed.

"What? Where is the grenade?" Siggt added some force to his hand, and A San's blood surged faster.

"Sir, we only have three heavy machine guns for air defense and an anti-aircraft gun. You know, grenades cannot hit German planes!" Asan's eyes began to become weak, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "Brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you for long!"

Sigt looked around and saw that he could not see much in the dark except for a few canvas-covered planes.

"How many anti-aircraft shells are there?" In front of the poor Indian A San, Sigt has been promoted from an abnormal British officer to a fierce robber.

"5 boxes, 30 rounds per box! Sir, you can count, we definitely didn't steal shells!" Asan's snot flowed down his nose. He wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but he was worried about the dagger on his neck.

"Okay, you and your companions go and move them out! Don't plan to resist, otherwise we will treat you as spies to rectify the Dharma on the spot!" Sigt threatened viciously before moving the dagger away.

After passing by the god of death, Ah San nodded repeatedly while snotting. The commandos then made the other alive Indian soldiers on the ground get up. These Indians trembled and led Sigget and others to turn left and right in the woods. There was indeed a strange-looking anti-aircraft gun near the edge of the woods. Sigget felt that it basically removed the barrels of ordinary field guns and put them on a special rack. As for the air defense effect, it is unknown, but the power of those shells should be enough to blow up the entire British aircraft, including the engine.

"The shells are there!" A San said, pointing to a smaller triangular tent next to it. There seemed to be a few black shadows next to the tent, and the commandos pointed their guns at them at once.

"Sir, don't fire! They're just dozing off!"

As San said that, he walked over and kicked one of the black shadows, and then the black shadow moved. Only then did Sigt realize that they were several Indian soldiers squatting on the ground quietly.

Soon, all the black shadows around the tent moved, and finally more than a dozen Indian soldiers stood up sparsely. Sigt felt that it was a good thing that the San in front led the way, otherwise he would not know when he stepped on these living mines.

Seeing a group of native British soldiers in front of them, the Indians were very respectful. Even though the commandos were aimed at them, they still placed their rifles on their shoulders.

"Transfer all the ammunition here!" Sigt smiled bitterly at this strange scene. In his opinion, Indian soldiers with such qualities and awareness can only help the British when they come to the British.

The Indians actively placed the ammunition box in the cockpit of British planes, and even cooperated to find some ammunition boxes for rifles and machine guns from nearby. Finally, an Asan asked carefully:

"Sir, can you strike the Germans from the air?"

Sigt nodded reluctantly, "Okay! You can go to bed!"

The Indians fainted as soon as they turned around and were hit on the back of the head by the butt stock.

"Hu..." Siggart and his commandos really didn't know what to say. In fact, these Indian soldiers were still very brave on the battlefield, but more importantly, they could distinguish the enemy and us.

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