Linking the clues around, Zhang Yang speculated that this group of unlucky guys who were bombed had a great possibility that they were comrades who left him...

In order to avoid the Germans, Zhang Yang was abandoned, but after going out, he encountered a fighter jet that was more brutal and cold than human soldiers. Even if the cannons of the old-fashioned aircraft were not accurate, a few bombs could still be thrown down to achieve the effect of clearing the field.

If you are captured by the Germans, you have a chance to survive, and you will only have a dead end when you are hit by a bomb. Under such a small-scale and high-density attack, it would be strange if you don’t die.

Zhang Yang just glanced at the human body and withdrew his gaze. His sympathy was not yet flooding. Although the canned beef in his hand was flattened, the lid was still intact and the beef inside was not dirty. This was a small gain.

Zhang Yang had just put away the canned cow heads, searched the ground again, and found two Browning's pistol magazines from a piece of limb that was lifted into the tree, which were also filled with bullets.

The pistol was small in size and did not suffer much damage. Zhang Yang continued to search and saw two m1 carbines that were blown up in half. The remaining carbine was gone with a stock and it seemed that it could no longer be used.

And at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came not far away.

"Someone is here!"

Zhang Yang was shocked and quickly hid behind a big tree. He looked in the direction of the gunfire. Not long after, several figures appeared in the woods far away. Zhang Yang held his breath and held the pistol in his hand.

This place was swept across by a bomb before, and several large trees were blown up in the waist. The fallen upper half of the trunk was horizontally around, forming a small open area around it. At this moment, Zhang Yang was using the cover of other trunks and fog to retreat quietly, hiding behind another thicker trunk, calculating the distance between the two sides.

Before clarifying the other party's identity, Zhang Yang would not go out rashly and planned to see the situation first.

Not long after Zhang Yang stopped, the figures also approached the open area. Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes. Seeing that the other party was wearing a green military uniform and a swastika pattern with black background and white patterns on his chest, it was the 10,000-shaped flag of Nazi Germany. It was indeed a German soldier.

The German soldiers walked out of the woods carefully, looked around, stared at the craters and broken limbs on the ground for a moment, and then started to talk in a low voice.

Although the sound is not loud, in humid weather, the moisture content in the air increases, and the spread distance of the sound increases a lot compared to that of sunny days, which is enough for Zhang Yang to hear it. Although Zhang Yang does not understand German, this does not mean that he has no choice. He called the system silently in his heart. After using the discount with the help of intermediate permissions, he spent 1,000 points to exchange for German proficiency. German, which was originally known in Zhang Yang's ears, suddenly became clear and easy to understand.

"The guys in the Air Force are doing a good job. These guys are all dead."

"Haha, we waited for a whole night last night. Our army did not dare to enter at night, but during the day, the Air Force was much more efficient than ours."

"Of course, can you be sure which unit they belong to? I have to write a report when I go back. I think Chief Cardson will definitely ask about the Air Force's battle situation. I don't want him to wear small shoes." A German soldier with the rank of corporal shrugged helplessly.

"Okay, Paul, you're right, but these damn Allied personnel are quite mixed. I heard that this time the attack on Arsenal No. 12 was a mixed commando. I'll do my best."

The two whispered a few times, then one of them squatted down, facing the bloody scene, and skillfully stripped off a military uniform buried by floating soil and rain. Unfortunately, only one sergeant's rank was seen above, and nothing else was found. However, the German soldier in charge of the investigation was obviously an experienced veteran. He stared at the fragments of his clothes in his hand and rubbed them with his hands, and finally determined what he had.

"The dead one should be an American. The sign of the military rank is from the US military. A sergeant, his clothes are made of standard fabric commonly used by the British army, keeping warm and resisting cold. I guess they came from the UK. They should have done the blow up the No. 12 Arsenal a week ago."

During World War II, the military ranks of Germany, the United States and the United Kingdom were slightly different. Some veterans who were familiar with these things could use the things left on the battlefield to infer some situations. After all, artillery fire flew everywhere on the battlefield, and many of the sacrificed soldiers could not even keep their bodies, so they rely on soldier cards and other clues to carry out the subsequent finishing work.

Of course, this is in a relatively peaceful situation. Most of the time one side retreats, leaving countless dead bodies of companions that cannot be taken back, and finally the other side dug a hole and buried it on the spot, or simply hit and incinerate it to prevent the plague and infectious diseases.

The German corporal who spoke before rubbed his hands, and there was no expression of pleasure on his face, but only a trace of fear, and cursed quietly.

"I hate war!"

"I hate it too, but there is no way to hate it alone. If we don't stand up, our family will die at the hands of the invaders. My youngest daughter is dead. When the British bombed Berlin in September 1942, I can't let my wife and eldest daughter end up like this. You kill me, I kill him, peace is not so easy."

The person who spoke was the German army who inferred the fabric situation. He was a sergeant and the highest rank among the German soldiers present. He looked about thirty years old and had no expression on his face.

"Sergeant Green..." The corporal named Paul was about to say something, but was interrupted by someone else.

"Long live Hitler!"

A soldier next to him shouted, looking like a rookie. After shouting this, he immediately shrank his neck and looked at Sergeant Gerlin.

Green and Paul looked at each other and saw a helpless look in each other's eyes. They knew very well that these rookies who entered the front line with passion and worship of Hitler could only stop the topic just now in order not to reach out for a group of people to shout "Hi! Hitler!"

"Child, don't move!" Green glanced at the scene, but his eyes suddenly stopped.

The soldier who shouted a slogan was stunned for a moment, then remained motionless. Sergeant Green narrowed his eyes and looked at the soldier's feet.

Because five bombs were dropped, five more craters were added on the ground at this moment, and the surrounding ground was covered with a layer of soft floating soil. When it was soaked by rain, a shallow layer formed, and there were some footprints on the soil layer.

The German equipment was allocated uniformly, so were the boots. As an experienced veteran, Sergeant Glenn was naturally extremely familiar with the shape of the bottom of the boots, and the footprint was obviously different from the German boots.

"Everyone is alert! The enemy is still alive!"

With a clamor, Gerlin's words immediately made everyone more alert, and the Mauser rifles in his hand also aimed at the surroundings.

"Be careful, everyone is in groups in two or two, search in parallel, be careful of landmines."

Although Gelin was slightly surprised, he quickly issued an order. The German army's good discipline allowed his order to be executed without any obstacles. Seeing the footprints on the ground, Gelin guessed that there should be only one person on the other side, because there was only one line of footprints. The reason why the footprints left would arouse Gelin's alertness was that the surroundings had just been bombed by bombs and the ground was covered with floating soil.

The dead people naturally had no way to get up, let alone leave footprints on the ground. Either the other party did not die in the explosion, or there were other enemies' accomplices lying around.

It might be a bit inappropriate to use the word ambush, but Ge Lin felt relieved and found the other party's whereabouts. The number of people and guns on his side had the upper hand. It would be better to say that a person was hiding and a prey waiting for them to catch him.

A total of 10 German soldiers, a standard German squad, 1 squad leader and 9 soldiers, and Sergeant Green was the squad leader. However, because of the large consumption of manpower by the war, some German youths who had not received any training, or a group of rookies and cannon fodder, were also sent to the front line.

Gelin is nearly thirty years old and has experience. Logically speaking, it is not limited to a squad leader position, but no one asked much, and they all honestly followed Gelin to charge on the front line.

8 people opened a straight line, and the two people paid attention to the flanks and the rear, kept a certain distance before moving forward slowly. Carpet-style search. Since there is probably only one enemy, then Green just needs to be careful of the opponent's cold gun.

Zhang Yang was about twenty meters away from the open space, not too far. He hid behind the tree trunk and heard the other party's voice, and his whereabouts were discovered by the other party.

When looking for ammunition and food, the footprints left were not too late to be disposed of, but Zhang Yang did not expect the other party to observe so carefully. If it were a group of rookies, it is very likely that he would ignore this clue if he was careless, or mistakenly regard the footprints as left by himself.

"It seems that there are veterans in the other party and have rich experience in the front line."

Zhang Yang analyzed silently, then observed the distance between the other party and himself. If the other party kept moving forward in a straight line, it would not take long for Zhang Yang to be discovered. Zhang Yang wanted to break through or kill the other party, but after taking a look at the other party's equipment, he gave up this idea.

Among the opponents, three people did not take the German Kar98k Mauser rifle, but three black and shiny submachine guns, which made Zhang Yang silently use a middle finger to the sky.

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Chapter completed!