In March 1966, Berlin's outer position.!

Kiritz took out his pistol and pointed it at an American prisoner of war's head. The American man looked at Kiritz with an American hatred look for the last time.

Kiritz pulls the trigger.

The American body turned over and the brain watered.

"Can you know now?" Kiritz handed the pistol to Hoffman: "You'll be the rest." Kiritz pointed at the dozen American prisoners of war kneeling in a row.

Hoffman's eyes showed confusion and disgust. He did not immediately take Kiritz's gun. Kiritz took a step forward and stuffed the gun into his hand: "Do what I say, Hoffman." He took the gun hesitantly and looked at Kiritz.

"Don't hesitate - mercy is unnecessary." Kiritz leaned closer to the young man's ears: "It's 1966, here is Berlin - we will do this if the Americans catch it. Hoffman, pull the trigger... Look, it's that simple." Kiritz stepped back a few steps and prepared to leave: "Obe obedient - finish it quickly, we'll wait for you in the saw farm. The scout platoon has come and the meeting will be held in five minutes."

Kiritz picked up a cigarette and turned and left. The lighter was not very good. He tried several times in a row, and the spark that finally generated barely ignited the cigarette in his mouth.

He stuffed the lighter into his pocket, and the sound of a pistol fire came from behind him.

Sergeant Mel happened to come over.

"Listen, the child is growing up." Kiritz sneered with a sip of smoke.

The former looked at Kiritz seriously and said nothing.

"We will hide in the scrap pile in the saw yard in a while."

A Model assault gun was quietly parked in the scrap pile in the saw yard. Wood was laid on it, covering its metallic outline.

“Let the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon come out and speak.

A little man covered in black mud and haggard face stood up holding hot tea: "Reported by Paulus, a second-class reconnaissance platoon. Ten minutes ago we learned that a US company-level unit broke through the front line twenty minutes ago and was moving towards the Sawfield defense line. Long... Sir."

"Lieutenant Kiritz, Lieutenant Mildress." Kiritz walked up and patted the little guy in the reconnaissance platoon on the shoulders.

"Company-level scale?" Nash, the loader, muttered unhappily: "Why don't you use radio to transmit such urgent information?"

"The radio...the radios on the front line were taken away by the US military. The commander temporarily decided to let me and the other five people go to each second line to deliver the letters." The little man explained in anger, very embarrassed.

The captain's periscope was coldly attached to Kiritz's eye socket. Fortunately, Mel was beside Kiritz, loader Nash, and driver Hoffman were around Kiritz. Four people were barely supporting the cold iron shell with their body temperature. In Kiritz's eyes, a large number of US troops were slowly appearing on the main entrance of the Sawfield with an M1 tank as the core.

"How many people? Dad?" Hoffman's stuttering voice came from his feet.

"Shh!" Mel immediately stopped the young man's inquiries. The experienced gunner saw the enemy Kiritz saw from his scope, and he could still hear the enemy they ignored: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

As soon as the words fell, the conversation between the Americans came from behind.

The sound was like a cold gun in the darkness, hanging high above our heads.

"Are we discovered?" Nash removed the submachine gun from him.

"No—wait." Kiritz turned his periscope back, and more than a dozen Americans were examining the bodies of Americans they had just executed: "We have not been found yet."

"Oh my God..." A tense atmosphere enveloped everyone. When Hoffman found a team of Americans appearing in his driving window, two meters away, the steel body was almost bursting with this suffocating atmosphere!

However, they still did not move and were still lurking here quietly. The engine was on fire, and the pile of waste wood perfectly covered the outline of the German metal.

Paulus, the small man in the reconnaissance platoon, was puzzled by the name between them: "What did you call Lieutenant just now... Dad?"

"Hmph! I don't understand, little brother!" Nash pulled the scout aside and pointed at the person they were talking to.

"Look, Lieutenant Kiritz is our father, we are all his children. Look, Mel is the eldest son, I am the second son, and the youngest little Hoffman is the youngest son!" Nash, the loader, raised his head proudly: "How is it? Are you envious? Our car crew is our family - Lieutenant Kiritz is not an ordinary person! If you came a few weeks ago, you would have seen the brothers from other families... It's a pity that they all left."

"Oh...wait, wait!" Pauls shook his head and smiled. This state is very rare in this difficult battlefield: "You said that every car crew is a family? Haha! I'm afraid it's not like... Every family has women, but I didn't see that there are women in your family? Hum... Where are the women? Where are they?" The little man made an exaggerated look and continued the joke.

"Dad Kiritz!" Nash called Kiritz's name: "This guy asked where our woman is!"

Introducing their women to strangers in the past few months has become one of Kiritz's most passionate things during this time.

"You want to see our woman, Paulus?" Kiritz handed the little man a cigarette and hugged him to the outside of the wooden house. Outside the door was the timber-stricken wind, and their white warrior Kiritz put an elbow on their three-type assault gun tracks: "This is my woman." Kiritz gently patted the hard shell of the chariot: "She's called Marina, and she is the mother of the children, my wife."

The cigarette from the scout's mouth fell to the ground. Kiritz laughed, and the joke had such helpless and surprising expressions on many people's faces. The children also came to the door with cigarettes in their mouths. According to convention, Hoffman should have pretended to be obedient at this time.

"Dad? How did you let your mother give birth to me? I mean... How did your mother give birth to me?" Hoffman asked pretended to be obediently, and grabbed one hand into the hole and inserted the middle finger of the other hand into the hole.

The scout and Nash were so angry that they couldn't breathe. Mel smiled asthma, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

Kiritz held back and couldn't laugh: "About the question of how your mother and I gave birth to you..." Kiritz pretended to be deep and walked behind the assault gun, then held his cigarette with his hands while sticking his own onto the steel: "I'm from here - your mother has a hole here, and you all came from this hole!"

Scout Pauls had a sense of humor that they had unexpectedly been. He walked to Kiritz and pointed to the metal hole behind the chariot and asked, "Lieutenant, how did you get your wife pregnant?"

Everyone's laughter disappeared. This was the first time that someone had asked such a question. The children came over and waited for Kiritz's answer.

"Hey, Paulus, come here." Kiritz hugged the scout, put his face close to the metal black hole behind the chariot, and smiled mysteriously: "Did you see this hole? This is my dad Kiritz's ability! Why don't I teach you... Hahaha!"

Kiritz's answer to Pauls was undoubtedly wonderful, and the children were once again caught in a schadenfreshing smirk.

"Marina Dear..." Kiritz pretended to be divine and looked at their chariot with admiration: "Look, our youngest son Hoffman is so old! Hoffman is the crystallization of my love with you!" Kiritz pretended to kiss the chariot and looked at Hoffman.

Although the young man was laughing, Kiritz caught the unconcealed loss in his eyes. Yes, he had just completed his first shot.

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Some people also call it.

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massacre.

This may be a bit difficult for him.

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After all, he is too young.

A few minutes later, the small scout Pauls left.

They jumped into the assault gun and never saw this person again.

"Hoffman," Kiritz ordered coldly: "Full speed-now."

Hoffman started the engine. The machine made a "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woo wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow..." The voice has been repeated countless times, and the despair in the chariot has risen to its peak.

"Dead." Mel looked through his observation hole and looked at the American in front of him, understanding little by little what was covered by this pile of waste wood.

"Nash! Armor Piercing Bullets!" Kiritz patted the shoulder of the bomber, who quickly stuffed an armor-piercing Bullet into the gun gate.

"Aim at the enemy's body." In Kiritz's periscope, the American tank was stopping slowly, and its turret was pointing at us little by little.

"Hoffman! Move! Don't let your mother down!" Kiritz shouted almost desperately.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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Marina's engine was running normally! Hoffman hung the left and right tracks with both hands at the same time - Marina rushed out like an angry bull!

The waste pile collapsed instantly. The Model assault gun was like a moving wall, running through the American infantry close by indescribable. Before their tanks bumped over the enemies, Mel saw the opportunity and pulled the trigger. Marina's main gun made a muffled sound, and the American tanks instantly burst out from Mars.

In Kiritz's periscope, their low chariots made the shells fly almost against the heads of the enemy infantry, and the infantry surrounding the tank were rippled to the ground like ripples.

"High explosion bomb! High explosion bomb!" Kiritz shouted to Nash.

Marina was still running at full speed among the unprepared American infantry, like a flock of wolves and sheep. Facing the flock of infantry, their chariots did not have machine guns. The machine guns were already redundant.

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To be continued...