Three Hundred and Twenty Eight He Is a Legend

Hearing that Ren asked herself, Alice finally came to her senses. She stretched out her trembling hand, trying to pull out the bayonet under Ren's armpit. ∷4∷5∷M∷But when he stretched his hand halfway, he was stopped by Ren: "Wait a minute! Don't tremble so much, the bayonet didn't hit me, don't accidentally let it cut my arm broken!"

"Does it hurt?" Alice stopped trembling, held the bayonet with her hand, and asked weakly.

Her eyelashes were very long, and it was the first time that Renn saw his Mechatronic Alice so closely. But at this time, blood and brains were all over his face, and he was shot in the shoulder. There was really no romantic atmosphere in this situation, otherwise the effect of this formal encounter would have been better.

"Crack!" With a slight sound, Alice pulled out the bayonet stuck in Ren's armpit. Ren sighed, smiled and asked Alice who was close at hand: "Now you know what war is? This is a game where someone has to die. If you hesitate for a second before shooting, the game is over." .”

"I...understand! I understand! You are bleeding a lot now." Alice said with tears: "I hurt you, I'm sorry..."

"Next time, don't point a gun at my head. No one in this life has pointed a gun at my head yet, and I'm still alive!" Ren said with a wry smile, "You're the first one! I don't intend to kill you!" You, but you have to remember, be the electromechanical operator on my tank!"

"Okay!" Alice said with a smile while wiping her tears.

"If the two of you are not in a hurry to undress here xxxx, I suggest that we better go first!" The sniper snorted coldly, breaking the atmosphere between Alice and Ren.

Then he glanced at his assistant again, sighed and pointed at Ren and said, "Go back and practice more! If you are half of this guy, we killed ourselves half an hour ago!"

"Help me! It's very troublesome for me to move by myself!" Ren said to the sniper: "I risked my life to save you, so you have to carry me back as a thank you, right?"

"Come on! Bring this woman to the front line,

Since you have this good fortune, then let the woman go back with you! The sniper snorted and said, "I'll carry the gun for you. There's nothing wrong with that." "

With a flick of the dagger in Ren's right hand, he could no longer see it, and then he nodded and said, "Let's go, if you don't go, I'm really going to die here."

With a little force from Alice's pull, he sat up from the corpse. Because of the force, the wound was torn a little, and Renn snorted in pain. Compared with those movie heroes who are similar to peripheral nerve necrosis, Rennes, who have been shot several times and still don't change their face, can be said to be much worse. At least he knows that the bullets hurt his body-it hurts, it hurts.

"Does it hurt?" Alice looked at Ren worriedly, frowning and asked.

"If you have a chance when you go back, you'll know if I shoot you in the thigh." Ren replied grinning. His words made the sniper who was picking up Rennes' MP-44 assault rifle next to him burst out laughing.

With Alice's support, Ren finally stood up after some hard work. The blood flowing out of the wound stained Alice's hands. The warm liquid made Alice feel a little sick, but surprisingly, the heart There is no intention of conflicting in the slightest.

The four of them came out of the building carefully, then crossed the street and returned to the headquarters of the grenadier company not far away, where Ren received simple treatment from the medics of the grenadier unit.

"I'm sorry, we have limited conditions here, especially for minor injuries like yours. We really don't want to waste first aid medicine." The company commander scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "You helped us a lot, but in the end we asked you to take I walked back with hurting myself, I am very sorry."

"It's nothing, it's all my own decision, and I would like to thank you for your help, which made you worry." Ren smiled and waved his hands and said, his face was a little pale, probably because of blood loss, which made his face look pale. The freckles are also a lot lighter.

Counting the grenadier company commander, all the grenadiers in the company admired this young tank commander very much. They had never seen a person who remained calm after being injured. Panicked, they don't know whether they will die or whether they will be disabled, so they often shout and cry hysterically, making rescue and medical care difficult.

On the contrary, Ren was very quiet, and only let out a venting cry when the wound was pulled, which calmed down the other wounded. Of course they don't know that injuries are actually commonplace for Rennes, but with his body that has experienced injuries, they can easily judge what kind of impact this injury will cause, and whether it will lead to death—— It can be regarded as an alternative explanation for chronic illness and becoming a doctor.

Ryan stuffed the two empty magazines back into his pockets—I have to praise the German soldiers for their care and conscientiousness. The sniper who cleaned the battlefield actually helped Ryan retrieve all the magazines. Then he stood up and looked at the hanging left arm, then turned his head and said to Alice: "Put the assault rifle on your back, we should go back. We have been out for so long, if we don't go back, Andre and the others will be in a hurry gone."

The two greeted the company commander and walked back along the street. Just like when they came here, the two of them leaned against the wall cautiously. It's just that this time the figure is a little different. Ren's left hand is bandaged, while the slender Alice is carrying an assault rifle.

Seeing the backs of the two walking away, the grenadier company commander lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke: "This young man is really a ruthless character. He brought a woman to the front line and brought up murder." Without blinking an eye."

"You didn't see him fight on the stairs, I was stunned." The sniper stood beside the grenadier company commander and said with reverence in his eyes: "Before I saw him, I thought I was A born executioner. Today I know what a real executioner is."

"You make me feel very embarrassed by saying that." The grenadier company commander smiled and patted the sniper on the shoulder: "You are the pride of our company, with a shooting record of 35 people. Every time I go to the battalion headquarters for a meeting, He speaks louder than other company commanders."

"It's incomparable. If we know each other's existence, he will be at least 90% sure to kill me." The sniper shook his head when he said this: "Fortunately, we are in the same group."

"I heard from the commander of the 1st Grenadier company next door that the No. 113 tank driven by that guy is invincible, and fighting French tanks is as easy as slaughtering rabbits... Several Grenadier units who fought with him called him Killing God Rennes, this guy is a legend in the entire SS 1st Panzer Division. I can't imagine that he is still so fierce without the tank." After taking a deep breath of the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and the company commander of the Grenadier waved his hand : "Go back and study how to continue to attack."

"I said... I've only been out for a while... You two made such a big commotion?" Andre looked at Ren with gauze wrapped around his shoulders, and Alice, who was covered in dust and had short, disheveled hair. asked in disbelief.

"Wow!" Bruce just came back with two barrels of oil, and happened to see the two of Ren, he stared at Ren with wide eyes, and then looked at Alice: "I said, Alice, you are not real Did you shoot the driver? If the higher-ups find out about this, they will be hanged!"

"Shut up!" Ren, Alice and Andre said in unison. Ren even ordered loudly: "Go away! Help Bowman fill up the fuel tank of the tank!"

"If there is any action, go to the field hospital of the battalion headquarters and find me. I will take out the bullet in the shoulder." Ren said to Andre: "Check all parts of the tank. If there is a problem, go to the The old man fixed it."

"No problem!" Andre nodded and agreed.

"I'll accompany you..." Alice shyly followed behind Ren.

Ren glanced at Alice, then without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the battalion headquarters, and Alice put the assault rifle on the engine compartment cover of the tank, and then took the gun that Andre threw to her. The p-38 pistol that was thrown on the car just now ran a few steps with a blushing face, and followed behind Ren.

"What are you following?" Ren asked as he walked forward.

"You were injured because of me, let me see if there is anything I can do to help." Alice replied after Ren.

Ren stopped talking and walked straight forward, and the two arrived at the field hospital at the battalion headquarters in a short while. The conditions here are more than twice as strong as the front-line field hospitals of the Grenadiers. At least the number of wounded in the tank troops is beyond the envy of the Grenadiers.

Because after the tank unit is generally destroyed, there are very few wounded people-mostly 5 killed list. Therefore, in the field hospitals of the armored forces, there are generally not many opportunities to deal with seriously injured patients. Most of the people who come here have some bump injuries.

Today, Renn opened a field hospital for his own battalion, and his arrival also made a group of armored soldiers who came here to tease a few female nurses tactfully escape from the hospital.

Ryan chose a clean bed and sat on it. Alice hurried over to help him call a doctor and a nurse. After asking about the situation, the doctor here gave Ryan a shot of morphine and began the difficult operation to remove the ammo.

When taking off Ren's shirt, everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, because this young man, who was only under 20 years old, had dense scars on his body, some were penetrating wounds from bullets, and some were from repeated whipping. Scars left behind. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for them to imagine how there could be so many scars on a young man who could still be called a child.

"I crawled back from hell." Ren looked at the stunned crowd and smiled: "It's the medal I got there."