Three Hundred and Twenty Six in Order to Survive

"The one who died outside just now?" the French company commander asked with a frown.

The British observer fiddled with his hair twice to sweep away the debris inside, nodded sadly and said: "That man is my officer, Colonel Ambroise. He just wanted to cover me. Injured, he was like my father."

"My condolences." The French company commander took the British young man's ID, looked up to check it, and then handed it back to him: "Then, Mr. British officer, your information must be sent out as soon as possible. Your phone is broken. I will send someone to take you to the battalion headquarters in the back. Ten minutes ago, this place has become the front line, and you can see that the fighting in the city is very chaotic now. Not a safe place."

"Then, thank you for your arrangement. I don't know how you will arrange your tactics?" The British observer glanced at the French company commander and asked.

"In that red building, I suspect that there is a German sniper team. Our communication means have been broken, so we have to take the risk to take down this German sniper position. We can't let them attack so recklessly, because They have already killed more than a dozen of our soldiers." The French company commander pointed to the distance.

"You going there yourself?" the British observer went on.

"Yes!" The French company commander spread his hands helplessly and said, "What we can do now is to stop the German army from advancing as much as possible. I don't have any reserve soldiers here, and there are more than a dozen soldiers. I will take them with me personally." Knock out this sniper team."

"Is it dangerous?" The British observer asked for no reason.

"There are only two of them. Counting me, we have a dozen of us. It stands to reason that there should be no danger, but there may still be some casualties." The company commander smiled, then put a rifle on his back, and buckled the cap. Steel helmet: "I won't give it to you, I wish you good luck."

"It has to be like this." The British observer nodded and said, "Then I will go back to the battalion headquarters with your people immediately." He shook the dust on his body and held a rifle that was just given to him.

At this time, the two soldiers who had just gone out came back. They came into the room, sat down on the chairs carelessly, and creaked: "Company commander, the first platoon leader and the others have been killed. The blood has dried up. Let's go up." When one of us was attacked by a German sniper, one of us was shot in the head, and the opponent's marksmanship was quite accurate. We had no choice but to fire back and fight randomly, and we might have to expose the location. But we confirmed that there was indeed There was a group of German snipers."

"It's not very likely, we have been exposed! Just now a shell exploded here!" The French company commander pointed to the yard helplessly and said, "This is the British ally sent to see if we are really here The observer who is guarding Amiens! This is Analto,

It turned out to be a tram driver. "

Patting Analto's dirty shoulder, the French company commander ordered: "Gather the brothers immediately, let's kill those two Germans, otherwise we won't be able to hold this place!"

"Yes!" Analto turned around and went out of the room. Franks took out a kettle from the cabinet in the room and handed it to the British observer: "Don't be disgusted, it turned out to be the deputy company commander of our company. An hour ago he Died."

Without speaking, he nodded and put the kettle on his body. The British observers followed the French company commander out of the house. They saw a dozen ragged French soldiers in the yard full of rubble. These people were all carrying rifles. and a submachine gun, only his own military uniform looked neater.

"Arnalto! You choose two people, and take our British military officer to the battalion headquarters! Others, pay attention to advancing in concealment, and the two of you will break the rear!" There may be a German army stationed in the square! At least a company! We'll kill that sniper team and retreat back here! Be careful not to be spotted by the Germans!"

Farewell to the British officers, a group of French troops carefully walked through the rubble and collapsed houses, a column of black smoke rose from the sky in the distance, and the firing sound of the 150mm self-propelled artillery modified by the German No. 2 tank From a distance, there were loud noises of buildings collapsing from time to time.

This place is no different from hell, the air is filled with suffocating dust and the disgusting smell of blood. Under piles of rubble, occasionally a twisted hand or half of a body can be seen.

On the other side of the building, Ryan and Alice were walking staggeringly among the same ruins. The two moved against the low wall and the ruins, trying to avoid the wide streets and the landmine-ridden place. And small squares of crushed stones.

"Did you see that over there? You can find the way upstairs by going around, but we can't go directly, because there are obviously French troops nearby. Otherwise, the sniper team would have retreated by itself." Ren pointed not far away One of the remaining half of the red tall building said: "Over there, yes, see that over there? There is a French light machine gun position there. Their angle is very good, and snipers cannot hit them."

"Then what should we do? Go back and find someone to support us?" Alice's voice was a little trembling, obviously she hadn't adapted to the atmosphere of killing people on the front line every day.

"You just need to look at it! Don't close your eyes, take it to see everything clearly, and see how we can bury our rationality to survive on the battlefield." Ren smiled, then pointed to a place not far away and said : "I'm going to go around and kill this French machine gun position. You stay here and don't expose yourself, understand?"

"..." Alice's eyes were full of pleading, as if she didn't want Ren to take risks, but she finally nodded.

Ren cat leaned forward cautiously against the wall, bypassing the rubble and a huge shell crater. He carefully took off the assault rifle from his shoulder, gently pulled the bolt, and then jumped up only twenty meters away from the French machine gun position.

Two French soldiers with light machine guns were watching the exit where the sniper might appear, but suddenly a strange target rushed out from the side. It stands to reason that Rennes' black SS armored uniform is not very concealable. , but because of the angle and attention, the two French soldiers really didn't notice his approach.

Ren jumped up, a special German saber in his hand came out, and flew directly to the French machine gunner, while the assault rifle in his left hand pointed at another person and pulled the trigger.

Because of the recoil, except for the first bullet, the other two bullets did not hit the French soldier, and because of the timing of aiming, the first bullet only hit the French soldier's shoulder.

However, because it was a right-handed flying knife, and it was aimed at itself, the flying knife was very accurate and hit the French machine gunner directly, and directly hit his neck with a knife, making the unlucky machine gunner hold his neck directly. fell to the ground.

Ren didn't stop. As soon as he landed, he rolled with momentum and approached the French soldier who was shot. The assault rifle in his left hand had also been switched to his right hand. Then he pulled the trigger and hit the French soldier with a single shot. On the forehead of a French soldier aiming his rifle at Rennes.

At this time, Rennes realized that there was another French soldier in the corner, who was pulling the bolt of his rifle in a panic. Rennes reached out and pulled out the bayonet from the French soldier who had been hit in the head. Aiming at the French soldier and throwing it vigorously, the throwing knife flew into the shoulder of the French soldier. The poor French soldier missed the shot because of the pain, and hit the dead French soldier's body.

And when the French soldier tried to continue pulling the bolt of his gun, Wren had already smashed his head with an assault rifle. Ren looked around and after making sure there was no danger, he waved in Alice's direction.

Alice obviously saw the whole process of Ren's killing. When she came close, Ren was wiping his beautiful SS saber dagger with the corpse of a French soldier.

"See? I just need to slow down a little bit, and these French soldiers have a chance to kill me." Ren pulled out a revolver from the French machine gunner's waist and handed it to Alice: "Let's go up and find the sniper Team, leave together."

"After all, we broke into their home..." Alice murmured as she took the pistol.

"The head of state asked us to come here, this is the order of the head of state. We must live here, this is our destiny." Ren bent down and checked the surroundings, then waved, motioning for Alice to follow him: "If you still want to die, that's your own business."

"Come here to kill people?" Alice looked at Ren and asked.

Ren turned around and smiled with his mouth open: "No, the head of state and those generals asked us to come here to kill people, and we just want to survive."

He sniffed, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Based on my experience of killing hundreds of people, we'd better go back to the tank as soon as possible. It's a bit dangerous here now."

He looked around again, and then jumped out of the trench vigorously: "Let's finish the task quickly and go back."

Alice also had to keep up. On such a ruined battlefield, if she waited to die here alone, she probably wouldn't survive an hour. The two of them got into the red building that was about to collapse one after the other, leaning against the wall before they stopped moving.

Ren went upstairs cautiously, tiptoeing forward step by step. He didn't want to be smashed in the head by his own sniper, and he didn't want to die under the guns of French soldiers who might be stationed in the building.