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He knows why to fight and knows why to die.

Even if an enemy bullet hit him now, Heisenberg swore that he had no regrets.

Have you ever seen a marshal like Baron Alexanderson? At least Heisenberg has never seen it.

He believed that Edim around him had never seen him.

The submachine gun in Edim's hand kept spitting out the flames, especially his eyes were a little scared of people, full of anger and fighting will.

Perhaps Edim was the same as he thought, and he was also fighting for that person - Baron Alexander!

Fight for him and die for him!

At this time, the Russians on the battlefield were already in chaos under the fierce firepower of the German commando. They could not even take care of themselves now, let alone the German prisoner who was transferred to the woods.

What the Russians even more unexpected was that the enemies here came for the German prisoner.

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Under the protection of more than a dozen soldiers, a Russian captain and a Russian lieutenant hurriedly escorted the German captive Sergeant Keller, who was running in panic in the woods.

It is said that this prisoner is very important.

When he ran into the woods, the Russian captain suddenly felt a crisis approaching. He stopped the soldiers and looked around with vigilance.

But at this moment, gunfire sounded, and the lieutenant standing beside him fell into a pool of blood.

"Enem!" the captain screamed at the top of his lungs.

But it was too late, and a group of German soldiers hiding in the woods rang out almost at the same time. Among them, Wang Weiyi.

When Guo Yunfeng beside him accurately killed the Russian lieutenant, the submachine gun in Wang Weiyi's hand was also released! The bullets were fully released!

As for Klingenberg, this guy who was not inferior to Wang Weiyi at all, when he heard the first gunshot, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling.

War is the whole meaning of his survival.

He whispered in a low voice that no one could understand, but the weapons in his hand never stopped shooting for a minute. However, in a short time, several Russians had fallen under his gun.

There were only about 10 Russians entering the woods, but they were facing the most elite group of German soldiers. Without a minute, the gunshots stopped.

In the entire woods, the Russian captain suddenly found that only he and the German prisoner were left.

Where are the people? Where are the enemies who ambush themselves? Where?

The woods were quiet, and no one even came out, which was the most terrifying thing.

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The captain pressed the gun tightly against Sergeant Keller's head, and looked at the horror of the sound around him, but there was still no sound at all.

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"Come out, come out!" the captain shouted hysterically: "If you don't come out again, I will kill him!"

Several German soldiers came out and their guns were pointed at the captain.

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Wang Weiyi stood in front and stared at the other party with his eyes: "We are out, what about now?"

The captain was stunned, yes, they came out, what about now? Are you stupid? Why did you ask them out?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The captain held the gun in his hand tightly and was now the only thing he could save his life: "If I don't move out of the way, I will kill him!"

Wang Weiyi ignored him at all, but asked Sergeant Keller in Russian: "Sergeant

Are you ready for sacrifice?”

Although Sergeant Keller didn't know who was coming to save him, he understood why the other party asked in Russian. So he replied without hesitation: "Yes, I have been ready to sacrifice since the first day I joined the Brandenburg Commando!"

"Very good, sergeant." Wang Weiyi nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the Russian captain: "What about you, captain, are you ready for death?"

The conversation between Wang Weiyi and Keller came into the captain's ears without missing a word.

He was sure that these crazy Germans didn't care about death at all, and his hands began to tremble.

"Death is not an interesting thing..." Wang Weiyi's voice was slow: "You will be hit by a bullet first, but you will not die immediately. You can feel life leaving your body bit by bit, and then hallucinations will appear in front of you... I promise, you will feel endless pain and torture...."

The captain's hand began to tremble violently, and he even felt that he could not hold the gun tightly.

At this moment, Sergeant Keller's butt suddenly pushed back, and then he knocked away the captain, and then he lay on his way forward alone.

The gunshots rang again.

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When the gunshots stopped, the Russian captain was beaten into a hornet's nest.

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Sergeant Keller breathed a long sigh and stood up from the ground. Two German soldiers quickly untied him. He came to Wang Weiyi: "I am Sergeant Keller, who are you?"

"Enst Bryme." After Wang Weiyi answered this sentence, he immediately said to his subordinates: "Send a signal and evacuate immediately, and the enemy's reinforcements will arrive soon."

Ernst.

Bryme Keller didn't react for a moment, and he asked Klingenberg beside him: "Major, which Ernst Bryme?"

Major Klingenberg glanced at him: "Baron Alexander."

Speaking of this, he hurriedly left here.

Sergeant Keller was completely stupid, is he dreaming now? Baron Alexson? Could it be that Baron Alexson saved him?

Dreaming, I am dreaming at all.

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Sergeant Keller confirmed that he was not dreaming, but after successfully evacuating the battlefield. In this rescue battle, the German commando killed about 70 to 80 Russians, and he said that he had suffered six casualties.

Luck was indeed good. Apart from the elite German commando, these Russians were recruits who had just joined the army. They had their strengths when drinking, but they had never been on the real battlefield.
To be continued...