A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Alfred knows how deadly street fighting is. His experience on the Russian front has taught him a lesson, and now he is leading some battle-tested young veterans to the northern end of the bridge.

　　The distance is getting closer and closer, 700 yards...600 yards...500 yards...

　　 When the distance from the British position was less than 200 yards, the huge bridge entrance could already be vaguely seen.

　　 However, the fierce machine gun shooting sounded instantly, and at the same time, accompanied by the roar of howitzers, many teams were stagnant behind the house, suppressed to move.

　　 "Sir, I saw the German soldiers, do I need to shoot now?" Henry half-kneeled by the window sill and asked Lu Li for instructions.

　　 "Fire."

　　 The words fell, and the dull gunfire sounded.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Alfred, who was hiding behind the tree, found that the soldier beside him had fallen down, and there was a neat small hole in his forehead.

　　 "Smoke bomb!" He ignored the hiding, and shouted at the artillery behind him.

　　Unfortunately, before the smoke bomb was released, another soldier was shot and blood came out of his neck. Even if he covered the wound with his hand, he still couldn't do anything to prevent more blood from gushing out.

　　 "Patterson!" Alfred turned his head, looked at the bush next to him and yelled, begging: "Don't move, please."

　　In Lu Li's line of sight, the German soldier was lying on the ground and struggling. It was obvious that the gun shot missed and did not directly kill him.

　　 "Sir, do you need me to repair your gun?"

　　 After finishing talking, Henry put his hand on the trigger, and his rifle was equipped with a triple mirror, which could shoot the enemy more efficiently, but he was still surprised by Lu Li's marksmanship and vision, as sharp as an eagle.

　　 "No need." Lu Li raised his gun, preparing to end the suffering of the German soldier.

At this moment, Paterson felt that his breathing was getting tighter and tighter. He gave up struggling, tremblingly reached into his pocket, took out a photo, and tried to lift it up, in the direction of Alfred: "Give... give me... …wife."

　　 It was taken while fighting on the Eastern Front. Every soldier in this squad had one.

"No, no, Paterson!" Alfred was a little broken. Before the smoke bomb came into play, he didn't dare to move, he could only plead: "Don't let me do this, lie back behind the bunker, I will save you……"

boom!

　　 A bullet hit the center of his eyebrows, and blood splashed over and struck the young sergeant's face. He was stunned.

　　 Lu Li helped the German soldier end the pain, but made Alfred fall into guilt and regret.

　　 Not far away, the smoke began to diffuse to the surroundings, isolating the two positions.

　　As a result, the sniper lost the target. Lu Li and Henry put away their guns, drank hot tea in silence, and waited for the German squad to approach.

　　 At the same time, a German lieutenant asked someone to volunteer to pass through the smoke blockade and throw explosives into the house with the most firepower.

　　 Hearing this, Alfred, who was bent on revenge, didn't even think about it. He picked up the explosive bag and rushed over.

　　 He ran along the hedge, then stopped behind a tree next to the red roofed house.

　　 In fact, Captain McKay’s two howitzers were arranged here, and the soldiers attacked by removing the glass windows.

　　 "Damn British guy!"

　　 With an angry curse, Alfred threw the explosive in, and without turning his head back, ran to his soldier quickly, lying in the rubble waiting for the explosion.

　　 A few seconds later, a roar of painful eardrums came from behind, and at the same time, the water in the tea jar began to sway. Lu Li stood up silently, knowing that the Germans were about to attack.

　　 This is indeed the case.

　　 "Action, pay attention to the snipers hiding in that school, all walking close to the bunker!"

　　 Alfred, with a sullen face, led the remaining seven soldiers to charge. Behind him were three other troops performing tasks. In terms of number, they were definitely far more than Lu Li and others guarding the east side of the bridge.

　　 Soon these people were spotted by Miller, a big, vigilant man, and he shouted downstairs: "Guys, the Germans are about to rush over!"

　　 Almost at the same time, a fierce firefight took place outside the building. Captain McKay, who had been squatting for a long time, pulled the trigger and shot at the shadows.

　　 The flames, the splashing brick walls, and the infiltrating gunfire frightened Miss Juliana. She wanted to go back to the school building and ask Captain McKay if she needs help.

　　 However, after seeing this scene, he ran back to the school building and locked the door behind him.

　　 "Munch, put the gun on the windowsill to support the brother outside."

　　 Talking, Lu Li raised his submachine gun and shot at a group of dark shadows hidden in the bushes.

　　 Before he died, the German soldier didn't figure out where it was exposed.

　　 However, the scale of victory did not tilt. Alfred’s soldiers quickly stabilized their positions. They rolled and ran quickly, divided into three tactical teams, hiding behind the bunker and fighting back.

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　　 Suddenly, the grenade exploded in front of the window sill where Munch arranged the machine gun, filling up choking gunpowder and cement.

dying……

　　 This is the last thought of the petty soldier Francis Munch~www.readwn.com~ But after a while, he found that he could still think and perceive.

　　 "You owe me another life."

　　 voice came from his side.

　　 The moment the enemy pulled the grenades fuse, Lu Li noticed and hurriedly dragged the guy away.

　　 Munch nodded woodenly, except that there was no other performance, as if he was frightened stupidly.

　　 "These people are very experienced." Henry pulled out his self-defense pistol and stared at the entrance of the corridor.

　　 The timing of the grenade thrown just now was absolutely impeccable. It detonated at the moment it fell next to the target, giving Munch no time to react...

　　 Thinking of this, Henry glanced at Lu Li. The speed is definitely not achievable by humans. As a sniper, he thought he had good eyesight, but he couldn't catch the figure of the officer.

　　 "It's okay, **** will bless us, Amen."

　　 At this time, Lu Li drew the sign of the cross, symbolizing the trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

　　 But when he saw his finger, Henry licked his lips laboriously: "Sir, you...what the **** are you."

　　The white bone spurs replaced the nails, which are not only sharp, but also dull and shiny that metal does not have.

　　 Even if Lu Li does not seem to be much different from ordinary people at this moment, but based on this alone, Henry has concluded that this officer has become something beyond human cognition.

　　 "Satan's messenger..."

　　 Munch squatted in the corner and muttered to himself. He had just gotten through his mind. He also noticed the strangeness of Lu Li, and instantly thought of this morning—

　　 The old Mr. Van Niss claimed that a giant wolf killed the German hunting squad. The scene was like hell, which was simply unrememberable.