Lieutenant Potzk was already numb.

According to the combat command, Platoon A rushed into the waiting hall. More than 200 people in the lobby screamed, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. The German soldiers shouted loudly and asked all the non-combatants stranded in the waiting hall to lie down on the spot.

The firepower team rushed to the ladder next to the waiting hall and set up simple sentinel points on the ladder.

"Let's go down! Everyone lay down!" The German soldiers roared: "Everyone put their hands behind their heads and lay down facing the ground!"

Bang bang bang! Boog bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang a few times warning shots on the ground, and then the crowd stirred up again, cries sounded and the scene became chaotic.

"Let's go down! Don't move!"

The German soldiers on the ladder held various weapons and pointed vigilantly at the crowd in the waiting hall below. The German soldiers in the waiting hall used their hands and feet, and those Americans and Europeans who were non-combatants who thought they had become American land, both men and women, old and young, were roughly pressed to the ground by German soldiers.

"Are you happy today? Ah?" Pozk held a rifle in one hand and twisted the arm of a kneeling American with the other hand, twisting his arm behind his head. The man shouted in pain. "Put your hand behind your head, you stupid pig! Don't you understand human words? Lean down face to the ground!" Pozk kicked the American to the ground.

Bang bang bang! Another round of warning shots. After a scream in the waiting hall, all Americans put their hands behind their heads and lay honestly on the ground.

Some people were still sobbing and choking.

"It seems we've silenced them." Donald said to Peter beside him while holding his rifle. Peter nodded at him and said nothing.

Pozk picked up the quantum walkie-phone on his shoulder and said unhurriedly: "Gomander 40DA calls Gomander HQ. We have already suppressed the non-combatants in the waiting hall. I repeat, we have suppressed the non-combatants in the waiting hall, and it's over."

"I received, Gomand 40DA, guard those people, we will dispatch helicopters to pick you up. I repeat, guard those people, and shoot again if you have to. We will send helicopters to pick you up, and it's over."

"Gomander 40DA is received, it's finished."

Edmund took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, pulled out a cigarette from it, lowered his head and lit it with a lighter, and then sucked the clouds and blew up.

"This group of people is really troublesome."

Some German soldiers were shuttled among the group of non-combatants lying on the ground, searching carefully for what they were on. Not far away, the soldiers' teammates were holding weapons and carefully covering them in case the non-combatants rebel.

"The shells are coming!" Suddenly someone shouted, and everyone immediately lay down and hid. Swish-A shell was screaming and smashed down, and it hit the floor-to-ceiling window in the waiting hall, shattering the window. The earth was shaking, and the scattered pieces of soil and sand mixed with fine glass fragments were rolled into the waiting hall and poured onto the crowd.

The waiting hall exploded again.

"Let's go down! All go down!" the soldiers shouted and roared, "Hold your head with your hands and lie down face to the ground!"

Boom! There was a loud noise outside, and then a huge black shadow slammed into the waiting hall with thick smoke. It was a helicopter hit by artillery fire!

"Stay away from the windows! Be careful!" Bouvich roared.

Bang! Bang! The helicopter crashed into the hall and a shocking explosion occurred. The deadly fragments flew around everywhere. Bang! A wing fragment rushed over and hit Kevin on the shoulder of the left arm. Kevin only felt as if he had hit a wall, and then his left arm flew out with half of his chest. Hiss! The red blood sprayed out like a fountain. Kevin lost consciousness in an instant, and he knelt on the ground with both knees, and then his whole body fell to the side.

"Oh my god! Kevin fell to the ground!"

The Americans were stunned. An American was lying on the ground, choking. He turned his head and looked at the left, then looked at the right, and found that no one noticed him. Then the American stood up, ran away.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come back!" Bouvich yelled when he noticed the wanderer. But the American ignored him at all and still ran out desperately.

"Someone fled without authorization!"

"Stay on the other people!"

"Back him down!"

"Pacifier! Put him down!"

Sniper Cole knelt on one knee and quickly held up the sniper rifle. He held the sniper rifle steadily, his hands did not tremble at all. The man ran out like crazy. Cole slowly turned the sniper rifle and bit the man tightly the muzzle.

Bang! With a gunshot, the running man fell to the ground. At this time, more than 200 non-combatants in the entire waiting hall went crazy. They shouted and stood up, pushing and shoving the German soldiers.

Bang bang bang! Warning shots were useless. Soon, the conflict escalated and the Americans began to beat German soldiers. The soldiers placed their rifles across their chests and pushed the crazy people hard.

"It's out of control! They're out of control!"

"Kill them all!"

"Open fire!"

"Fire! All firearms are fired!"

Edmund shook off the cigarette in his hand with force.

Then, a tragic massacre began.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! Edmund and Doy were scattering at the crowd with machine guns. Bullet chains jumped and kept drilling into the receiver cover. The bolts rolled frantically, and the bullet shells emitting blue smoke flew out of the bullet windows one by one, pouring them on the ground like tap water, colliding with each other and making a harsh jingle sound. The machine gun bullets swept towards the crowd like rainstorms, and knocking people down like cutting wheat. Edmund and Doy seemed to be experimenting with the overload performance of the machine guns in their hands.

Crazy! Crazy!! All are crazy!!! More than 200 people in the waiting hall screamed and rushed to the exit of the hall like a tide. Behind them, the soldiers held up their weapons and shot desperately. Purple blood and paste-like residual flesh splashed out from people and sprinkled everywhere. The whole scene could not be described as bloody.

Pozk brought a rifle to knock down a frightened little girl. Her sad mother ran over and wanted to pull the little girl, but she was beaten to death by Pozk.

Pozk's stomach began to swell. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. He had long vomited everything in his stomach.

The magnetic striker in the rifle hit the bullet hard, igniting the gunpowder in the shell. The bullet flew out of the gunbomb chamber with a blast, and the impact force of the gunpowder pressed the magnetic striker back hard. The shell was popped up with the star gunpowder, and the next bullet in the magazine was pushed up. The magnetic striker returned to the magnetic field of the receiver, and was pushed forward by the magnetic field and hit the bullet. After this, the gun in everyone's hand was roaring wildly.

Sergeant Orrison shot a man's head away with a bang, and then he turned the gun and broke the other's leg. The man was still crawling hard on the ground, so Orrison shot two more times on him.

Orrison finally couldn't help it, and he shot while vomiting.

The screams were so loud that it seemed to shake the ceiling of the waiting hall. Connor gritted his teeth. Every time he aimed at someone, he always closed his eyes before shooting.

Fred held a shotgun. At his feet, the plastic shells and shell nails of the shotgun had piled up like mountains. He shot an old woman to death, and then knocked down his wife, and purple blood splattered all over the floor.

The bodies were everywhere, and the smell of blood hit people's olfactory organs. Ten years later, any veteran who had experienced this would shake his head and say, "It's so miserable. It's the most terrifying scene I've ever seen in my life."

More than ten minutes later, the massacre was over. According to regulations, after killing the prisoners, they should be re-shotted on their heads. However, no soldier did this at that time. Everyone collapsed on the ground and looked at the endless mountain of corpses, with a dull look. Among these corpses were young, elderly, and children.

Slap, I don't know whose rifle fell to the ground.

Two lines of thin tears slowly overflowed from Donald's eyes, slowly slid down his rough cheeks to his chin, and then slapped onto the floor. Donald took a deep breath and slowly exhaled his breath.

Connor trembled with his hands and took out a pack of cigarettes, then took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

Beep! The quantum walkie-talkie rang: "Gomander 40 calls Gomander HQ. Lubeck Airport has been occupied by us. We need the 59th Independent Assault Battalion. I repeat, Lubeck Airport has been occupied by us. There are no enemies here. The ground is safe. The 59th Independent Assault Battalion can come here, it's over."

Orrison grabbed the walkie-phone on his shoulder and threw it hard on the ground.

The Third Assault Brigade paid a heavy price and finally completely captured the Lubeck Airport. At this moment, the Lubeck Airport had been transformed into a large outpost military base by the engineers. Helicopters rose and fell, and were busy. Various sources of military resources were constantly sent to the outpost. The transport planes were filled with the runway, and piles of soldiers rushed out of the transport planes, quickly lined up into several long queues, densely covering the entire airport's runway.

The entire airport was filled with soldiers wearing helmets, armed to the teeth, as well as helicopters and transport planes flying around, rising and falling. Trucks carrying goods were shuttled back and forth, making them extremely busy.

The scene in front of them made the veterans feel proud and sad: what they are proud of is that they finally gnawed off this hard bone. What they are sad is that they have lost too many brothers for this hard bone.

After a heavy transport helicopter stopped on the runway of the outpost, it opened the tailgate. Immediately afterwards, a cold wind rushed into the originally warm cabin and blew through the two people in the empty cabin.

Private Acrete Lochil, who was sitting at the door of the cabin, shivered suddenly, then turned around, picked up the backpack and rifle at his feet, and followed Corporal Sally Ryan out of the cabin.

Acrete followed behind Sally, with a one-shoulder bag, a rifle pressed against her chest, her head held high, and her equipment was clean and neat, just like she was about to attend a military parade. Sally walked in front of Acrete, her face turned yellow and blue like a moldy green vegetable, as if she had just had a serious illness. Her equipment jingled with the vibration of her footsteps.

This is the most vivid contrast between veterans and new recruits.

Yacrete Lochil is a newcomer and an absolute nerd. Unlike most people in the army, he joined the army because of his almost brutal service system. He joined the army completely voluntarily.

Sally Ryan is quite pretty, but she rarely speaks because her younger brother was killed in a battle. She has been a soldier for two years. Sally joined the army because she wanted to avenge her younger brother. But when she got here, she realized that this place was not what she thought, and she clearly distinguished between us and us.

They walked through most of the base to the temporary position of Company D. Walking into the temporary position, they found the location of Platoon A and unloaded their weapons and equipment.

Sergeant Orrison came over: "New?"

Before Sally could speak, Acretet stood up, straightened his back, and gave the most standard military salute with all his strength: "Private Acrete Lochil comes to report!"

Yacrete's roar alarmed the others on the position. They stopped what was in their hands, looked at Yacrete silently, and then laughed.

"Ha! The military police are here to check!"

"You're crazy in war, kid!"

"Don't be so serious, boy," Orrison said with a smile: "It's not a war now. Also, don't salute soldiers with higher ranks than you in the future."

"yes!"

Orrison shook his head and walked away with a smile.

Acrete hesitated for a long time, then slowly sat down under the disturbing eyes of everyone.

Someone chuckled twice.

Acrete took out a book from his bag. He opened the book and a photo slipped out. The photo showed a pretty young girl, her smile that could charm all men.

"Who is this?" Jacks, who was quick-eyed and quick-witted, snatched Acrete's photo, "So beautiful, is it your girlfriend?"

The brothers suddenly became interested and all surrounded him. "Give it back!" Acrete reached out to grab the photos in vain, but Jacks all dodged away.

"Look! There are words behind the photo!"

"Dear Diana," Jacks flipped through the photo and read aloud, "I may die in the battlefield at any time, but if my death can bring about the lives of others, if all the ugly enemies can be killed, then I will do whatever I can! Since I have become a soldier, since I have come here, I must accept death at any time. Fighting is the lifelong duty of a soldier, and the warriors are born for war. I will fight until the sun pierces the darkness."

"It's so touching, so passionate!"

"The courage is so commendable, fresh meat, I see you don't even know the difference between a grenade and a grenade!"

"Silly!"

"Will the idea of ​​killing enemies make you excited? Private? Will you pinch your damn, thick and long dick to help us over those enemies?"

"Do you really think Diana will wait for you to come back with peace of mind? Don't be too naive!" Gavin said, shook his head and said, "Maybe your Diana has been possessed by others, but you just don't know it now. Maybe it's your neighbor, maybe the postman, maybe your friend, or even they even have children. Instead of going home and discovering this amazing fact, it's better to forget her now!"

"That's it!" Jacks continued: "When you come home, she might complain that you are only three inches long, and the other guy is six inches long!"

"You're talking too much. Whose 'Dick' is six inches long?!" Boya raised his head and said.

"Yes! I know there's a guy whose 'Dick' is six inches long, and that's the guy who's fucking Acrete's girlfriend!" Jakes shouted.
To be continued...