Chapter 49 Market Action (1)

"Land from!"

With surprise in his voice, Miller, who was wearing a stormtrooper uniform, turned off the motorcycle engine and rushed over.

Although Mr. Van Ness couldn't figure out the situation, he didn't dare to act rashly and stood aside silently.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?"

However, when he saw Lu Li's extremely pale face, the big Miller panicked instantly. He looked from top to bottom, looking for the wound, and hurriedly took out various medicines from his pocket.

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't had enough rest recently, and I'm a little tired..."

"I knew it!"

"You shouldn't have been allowed to skydive then!"

"I should have reported it to my superiors."

The more he thought about it, the more guilty Miller felt, making Lu Li speechless for a while.

And Mr. Fan Nis had a vague guess, but he still couldn't help asking: "You two know each other?"

"This is Sergeant Miller... also from England, wearing this suit... it should be for the convenience of movement..."

With Miller's support, Lu Li barely stood up and explained a few words in a low voice.

"So, what are your plans next?"

The old man hurriedly asked, because he was busy taking the whole family to escape, and if possible, he didn't want to waste any time.

"Of course it's a mission, but we need to find those two guys."

Hearing Lu Li's answer, Miller keenly judged the general situation: "Are there soldiers beside you? Where did they go?"

There was reprimand in the words, obviously thinking that those soldiers had lost their duty.

"I went to investigate the situation, and my whereabouts are currently unknown."

In fact, Lu Li never felt that the soldiers were at fault, it was the higher-ups who were at fault.

Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh: "This is a bad airborne operation. The intelligence department is like sleepwalking. They don't even know how many air defense positions the enemy has..."

"No, now is not the time to complain, at least we are still alive." The big Miller shook his head, his voice was a little low: "There are still many brothers who died before they set foot on this land, so we must complete the task and guide everyone The troops landed smoothly."

"You find a place to rest first, and I will bring the military doctor over in the afternoon."

It has to be said that Miller is a qualified non-commissioned officer who can be calm, restrained, and decisive at critical moments.

boom--

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and someone fired into the sky.

"Gerns! Hands up, put them where we can see them! Quick!"

"Your large forces have withdrawn from Wolfheze, give up those unrealistic ideas."

These two guys, John and Monk, go back and forth.

As a result, as soon as he turned into the alley, he saw a big German soldier interrogating his own official. One could imagine the anger in his heart. If Lu Li was not still in his hands, they would have shot him long ago.

"It's me, Charles Miller."

After finishing speaking, Miller threw the gun to the ground, turned around with his head in his arms, and felt a sense of absurdity in his heart: he had survived the most difficult stage, had a great life, did not die in the hands of the enemy, but was likely to be killed by his own people.

"Sir, it turns out that you are alive, that's really great..."

First Class Monk quickly put down his gun, but for some reason, John who was standing next to him always felt that he was a little frustrated. Could it be that there was a festival between the two of them?

However, after thinking about it, the movement of this guy's hand was not slow at all, and he retracted his gun and saluted: "Sir, hello, I am John Steele from another operation team."

Four people, not even a combat team, and two of them were wounded.

After withdrawing his gaze, Miller silently made a judgment in his heart, and laughed at himself: "I have never seen so many non-commissioned officers command so few soldiers."

Two sergeants, two privates, one per person?

Presumably, the bosses sitting in the headquarters drinking tea and having a meeting would never have imagined that this would happen.

"Let's act together, I'm just out of strength, just sit in the car and rest for a while."

Seeing that everyone was present, Lu Li insisted on carrying out the task. In his opinion, this is similar to grabbing the scene when filming, and participating in dungeons when playing games. In the end, it will definitely be taken into consideration when the exam is settled.

"are you sure?"

As he spoke, Miller glanced at him and John with hesitation on his expression.

"I insist on this!" Lu Li said firmly.

Except for the left arm stabbed by the silver dagger, the other places are just sore, and it should be healed after a while.

As for John, who has lost too much blood, it is best to stay in a certain family to rest in case the injury worsens.

What's more, there are only three seats on the military motorcycle, and there is really no room for him.

"You stay and rest first, we will send someone to pick you up later." Lu Li looked at John and said in a deep voice, "Soldier, this is an order, you must obey it!"

After the words fell, Lu Xin felt guilty.

However, John didn't think so at all. The morphine was over, and now he felt a dull pain in his feet, as if a blunt knife was constantly cutting his own flesh.

Not only that, but now there are other bad omens: the hand pulling the gun strap is sweating, the footsteps are sloppy, and the vision is blurred.

Once a battle broke out, he might faint at any time, and he was definitely dragging his feet by holding on to participate in the action.

Thinking of this, Private First Class John nodded quickly, "Yes, sir."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

Hearing this, Lu Li turned his head to look at the old man, "Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Fannis."

"Let him hide in the basement temporarily, and you, you'd better get out of here quickly, especially away from Arnhem. Please keep the money and save it for the road."

With that said, Lu Li took out a stack of Dutch Guilders from his pocket, and then looked at Miller.

Miller understood instantly, took out all the money on his body, and handed it to the strange old man in front of him.

"Just put it away, for us, these things will soon be useless."

This is all they can do to compensate.

A few minutes later, a strange combination left Wolfheze. A large man in a stormtrooper uniform sat in the driver's seat, and behind him sat two British soldiers.

Meanwhile, the Queen's son-in-law, His Royal Highness Prince Bernhard, Chief of the Armed Forces, made a radio address from London:

"The moment of liberation that the Netherlands has waited for so long is now very close, and the Allied forces are about to cross the Dutch border... I ask all of you to welcome the Allied forces to our homeland."

After receiving this news, Dutch people everywhere rejoiced, and even the most stingy factory owners, generously, began to print small badges and ribbons with orange patterns and distribute them free of charge.

In the Runcombe Moor, a village of just a few dozen families, people crowded into the local cloth shop, and the clerk Snoke was busy cutting ribbons, selling them as fast as he could.

After the villagers got the ribbon, they proudly hung it on their chests with pins, as if it was Queen's Day, and they kept singing "Ode to William" and "Oranges are supreme!" ".

Halfway through the drink, go upstairs to finish this chapter, and continue to go downstairs to drink with the elders. Happy New Year everyone, happy family!