"Sergeant, Sergeant Max, we are surrounded."!

"Sergeant Max, Ron was shot."

Noisy sounds sounded, and there were constant gunfire and explosions coming from all over the place. Enemies could be seen everywhere.

Sergeant Max and his temporary skeleton commando were finally surrounded by the US military after several days of entanglement with the pursuers.

Lieutenant Colonel Carls could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He suffered heavy losses in Longgenberg, and a large number of American troops died in that terrible place without even seeing the shadow of the enemy.

For this reason, the lieutenant colonel also put a lot of pressure on him. He had to wipe out all the enemy commandos in order to save his face.

This Germans are very cunning and their actions are also very careful, but fortunately, they are surrounded here and have no way to escape.

Karls was not in a hurry to annihilate these Germans immediately. He could see that the German soldiers were very tenacious in resisting. If they attacked strongly, they would only suffer greater losses to their troops.

He had time, and the Germans would soon run out of ammunition and food. At that time, he could easily stand in front of the German commando as a winner.

Carls's plan was not wrong at all. Max and his commandos were also aware of the situation they were facing, but they didn't care.

From the first day they followed Major Moyor to fight, they were determined to survive. Under the sudden attack of the enemy, they became losers, and the shame of the losers must be washed with blood.

Either it is your own or the enemy's!

They have created too many miracles with Major Moyor, and they don't care whether they will fall on this position tomorrow or today.

They are always going to die, there is not much difference!

Sergeant Max reminded the team members to save bullets as much as possible and try to use limited ammunition to kill the most enemies. As for Major Moyol, who had never heard of it after leaving, no one thought he could come back alive.

But what does that matter? Major Moyol died for his mission, and they could die for his mission.

The US military's ineffective attack was repelled by the commando. They quickly checked the ammunition, relocated the positions, and then quietly waited for the arrival of the enemy's next attack.

"Will the Major come back to save us?" Allen asked gasped.

With his combat power just now, he killed an American. When Allen watched the enemy's head splash blood and brain plasma, Allen felt excited.

This is how soldiers are. When they kill the first enemy, they will feel disgusted and want to vomit, but when more and more enemies die in your hands, the most instinctive beastliness of human beings will be aroused. Blood and death will only inspire the fanaticism of a veteran.

Although Alan is very young, he is already a very qualified veteran.

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"I don't know," said Max frankly. "But I don't think the Major can enter Dessau and complete the mission. He is only one person fighting after all."

His meaning was very clear. Major Moyol could no longer come back, just like the Skeleton Baron could never return to Germany to help Germany.

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"That's a pity." Allen sighed: "I want to fight side by side with the Major again..."

"I want to continue fighting with the major, too..." Max said, picking up the telescope and looking at the opposite position. Suddenly, his expression changed a little.

Americans are setting up mortars there!

These damn guys! Sergeant Max murmured in his heart.

Once the Americans' mortars are set up, they will fire soon, and the commandos will inevitably suffer greater pressure and losses.

In the past, the German army had an absolute advantage in artillery fire, but now everything has been reversed. Currently, Germany lacks aircraft, cannons, tanks, not to mention a small commando.

What would happen if Major Moyor was here? Max firmly believed that the Major would definitely come up with a solution.

"Everyone looks for cover, all looks for cover!" Max shouted out loud.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shells had already begun. One by one, the shells were roaring and falling, bursts of explosions and flames stirred up on the German commando's positions.

The commandos were lying on the ground, and no one dared to look up and let the shells explode not far away.

A scream came, a commando that had not been hiding was injured by the bomb. He gasped and whined in his mouth and stretched out his hand, hoping that his companions could save him.

Alan rushed over regardless of the risk of being killed by the bomb, but he only took a look and realized that the team member was no longer saved.

The wounded probably knew his situation, so he used his last power to make a voice: "Bow me to death, beat me to death, okay, beat me to death!"

The pain caused by injuries is sometimes even more terrifying than death.

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"Bare him Allen to end his pain!" Max shouted out loud.

Alan trembled and pulled out the bayonet, and his hands were trembling. The one in front of him was his companion, a team member who had fought with him for so long.

Seeing the bayonet in Allen's hand, the wounded not only was not afraid, but also showed a relief on his bloody face: "Bow me to death, Allen, please, beat me to death."

Alan took a deep breath! He covered the wounded's mouth with one hand, and the other holding the bayonet, stabbed his companion's heart with force.

The wounded struggled for a few times, then stopped moving.

Only then did Allen let go of his hand, blood splattered all over his body. It was not the blood of the enemy, it was the blood of his brother!

He swore that he would never forget this scene, no matter how long it had passed. Even if he could escape by chance this time, when he was old, he would still condemn himself the same:

I-kill a companion who fights side by side with my own hands!

The shelling stopped and the enemy's attack also meant that it was about to begin.

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Allen picked up the M16 in his hand and entered the position in one step.

He just killed a brother with his own hands, so let the enemy's blood be repaid now.

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The team members didn't speak, and those who could move all held the weapons tightly like Allen.

No one knows whether this is his last battle, but it doesn't matter if he has a breath, he will shoot the last bullet in the barrel!

This is the responsibility of a German soldier!

The US military scattered and touched here, and several heavy machine guns were constantly ringing. The M2 heavy machine guns on the German positions were also spitting out fire without any weakness, blocking the Americans' attack path.

The US military seemed very careful. Once it was attacked by the enemy's firepower, it would lie on the ground collectively and then call for firepower support desperately.

Suddenly, an armed helicopter appeared in the sky, and then the machine gun on the helicopter poured terrible firepower into the ground.

The German commando was suppressed tightly.

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Max's mouth showed some smile instead.

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To be continued...