Time is very urgent now. If you want to guard it, you must give a few people to guard it, but De Gro believes that there will be constant rescue teams coming to the A stronghold. At that time, if the surrendered people in front of you will rebel, it will be difficult to guarantee that your side will not be attacked from both sides.

The best way is of course not to accept the surrender, and it is very convenient to solve it directly on the spot. However, it seems that the Geneva Convention exists. What should I do?

Naba was obviously a little troubled by this problem, but one second passed by, and looked at the Russian soldiers kneeling in front of him and trembling. Looking back on the cruelty of the Russians toward the Germans, Naba's eyes were filled with coldness.

"Captain, I think we don't have time to take care of these incompetent Russians. I don't remember that the Russians have always been kind to us."

De Gro turned around and looked at Naba, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?" After saying that, De Gro shook his gun and signaled Naba.

"Yes, we still have a mission. Captain, we can't waste too much time on this issue."

"Oh." De Gro smiled and nodded in a sinister way: "What did you say just now? I didn't hear it. But I believe the Russians will come back soon. I'm taking people to set up defenses now, so I'll leave it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, De Gro took people away.

Looking at De Gro's departure back, Naba began to shout with a grim smile: "Now, I order to shoot all the Russians in front of me, without leaving any one. I think God can't wait to summon these Russians. Forgot the damn Geneva Convention, everyone raises their guns."

"Swish swish swish swish." The German troops surrounding the Russians raised their guns neatly. They did not care whether they had the Geneva Convention or not, and the German soldiers who were angry were very happy to carry out this order, and they did not need kindness to the enemy, especially the Russians.

It is no wonder that the hatred between Germany and France is so great that every German hates the Russians to the core.

When the Russian soldiers saw this change, they were shocked and shouted angrily, but no German could understand. Some people simply jumped up and wanted to resist, but the answer was the black-hole gun.

"Bang bang bang bang bang." The whole world became quiet.

De Gro came out again after hearing the gunshots, and he waved to Naba. The latter trotted all the way to him.

"Well, it's done well. Now we have to consider how to get the most time to hold back the Russians. I believe Sweet and Troman are ready."

"Well, captain, we just searched the stronghold and found it a little unexpectedly. There are still many mines in the stronghold. We can definitely build a mine array and wait for the Russians to come and enjoy it."

When DeGro heard this, his eyes shone, "It's great, I'll leave it to you. You will immediately take someone to bury the mine. I'll find two more people around the stronghold to inquire. Once we find the Russian figure, we will stop and bury as much as we can. Just do our best."

"Okay, I understand. Then I'll go down."

DeGero nodded and looked at Naba's hurried back. DeGero took out a pocket watch that was sticking to his chest and touched the metal shell lovingly.

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The sky in Albjock gradually faded, and Sweet and Tromann were ambushing not far from the B stronghold. They drank the northwest wind and ate all the vicissitudes. Ambushing was also not a good thing. The gunshots faintly came from the direction of the A stronghold told them that the plan had begun to be implemented. All they had to do at the moment was to wait for a suitable opportunity.

The attack on the French stronghold immediately spread throughout the entire area. The French army knew very clearly that this might be a counterattack by the Germans. In the face of the strict blockade, I believe they could not stand it anymore. The military was more sure of its previous judgment. The large force continued to travel to the A stronghold, striving to completely block the stubborn Germans.

The stronghold A officially welcomed the Russians who arrived in a hurry. The legions of all sides of this area approached outside the stronghold, and a solemn atmosphere slowly penetrated.

An arrogant French officer stepped proudly on the sand and looked around. The whole stronghold was quiet. But he was sure that the soldiers who had been wandering around the French army were inside recently. Unfortunately, the stronghold was surrounded by heavy swaggers, and there was no possibility of escaping.

He smiled contemptuously and said a few words to the guards beside him. Then he smoked leisurely.

A few minutes later, with a gunshot, the Russians moved. A battalion with a population of more than 300 began to march towards the stronghold.

The offense is about to begin.

Since the Russians did not know the German army's background, they also had a tentative attack. But what they did not expect was that they had only about 20 people on standby.

The Russians trotted on the ruins and sand piles, and the surroundings were quiet. They didn't know what the Germans were going to do, so they didn't even have a personal figure. The fact is that there were indeed few people in more than 20 people.

What changed the situation was that a Russian soldier stepped on a landmine buried by Naba, "Boom." The yellow air waves soared into the sky, and the color gradually deepened, from yellow to green, and then from green to black. The soldier's misfortune directly affected his teammates not far from him. About four people were directly overturned by the air waves. After performing a 360-degree turn in the air, he fell back to the ground without any sound. Of course, the Russian soldier stepped on the landmine was the worst. He was swallowed up by the air waves, but one leg that was not affected was retained and hit the soldiers outside the explosion range. Fortunately, the soldier who was hit by the legs was just frightened.

"Landmine!" The French officer, who was originally optimistic, looked a little serious.

The French army, who were advancing, realized that the stronghold was not empty. But the soldiers' responsibilities told them that they could not retreat yet. So the rest of the people continued to move forward.

Step by step, then again, De Gro watched the French army finally reaching the range of the rifle. He felt the slightly nervousness of the soldiers around him. The current situation had told him that he was surrounded, just like the prisoners they surrounded, with only two choices: either passive until death or resist until death.

Another landmine was stormed. De Gro looked at the French army moving from afar. He felt his heart twitching. At this moment, he was not afraid, only regret, and wished he could kill more Russians. He sighed, carefully took out the pocket watch hanging around his neck and gently opened it. A photo was posted on one side of the pocket watch. It was his beloved wife. Thinking about how wonderful it was when he was with his wife. Unfortunately, it was the Russian in front of him who took away all this. He touched his wife's photo lovingly, and he kissed him suddenly, as if he was going to use all his strength. Then, he squatted down and dug a small hole on the ground, put the pocket watch in place, and it would be best to bury it in soil so that there would be no trace.

Naba looked at De Gro's actions quietly, and he understood that De Gro had long been determined to die. His behavior just now meant that even if he died in battle, he could not get the Russians the most beloved thing, but chose to stay on the land of his motherland.

"Okay, brothers. The current situation is as you can see. We have no chance of survival. But I want to ask you if you don't regret it?" De Gro said it bluntly, without taking care of whether it would affect morale.

"I have known this clearly for a long time. Otherwise, why would I choose to come and perform the mission?" Naba empathized.

"Captain, I'm very satisfied. Think about how I shot at the Russians who begged for mercy at me. I will never forget his expression in my life. It's worth it." A soldier below said proudly.

"Yes, the cowardly Russians are vulnerable to our great German army. We can capture a stronghold of more than 100 people in more than 20 people, which is proof." Another soldier added.

"Captain, you need to say nothing. In fact, everyone of us now understands the current situation, but we are not afraid of death. Even if we die in battle, Germany will still exist!"

"It's right, even if we die in battle, Germany will still exist!" This sentence immediately resonated with most people.

De Gro waved his right hand proudly: "Yeah, even if we die in battle, Germany will still exist! Then now, let us offer our last loyalty to Germany and let our blood scatter on the earth of our motherland."

"Okay." The German army agreed.

The French army near the stronghold was slowly approaching, while the morale of the German army in the stronghold increased instead of falling. Is there really a miracle in this world? Maybe there is.

Morale did not bring hope to the German army trapped in the stronghold. The strength comparison between the two sides was too obvious. The last time they attacked the stronghold was because the Russians were not prepared. Now the Russians are prepared and the number is large, which makes the stubborn German army like a boat on the sea, and there is a possibility of being overturned at any time.

Both sides have entered the range, and the tool they talk to is firearms, and they go back and forth.

"Bang bang bang." The dust on the battlefield was flying.

Although the mines brought a considerable shock to the Russians, this was not enough to make up for the disadvantages of the German army. When the French officer saw that the opponent's resistance was not as shocking as the mine formation just now, his keen sense of smell made him feel that there were not many Germans in the stronghold, so he decisively sent another battalion to strengthen the offensive, and the tentative attack immediately turned into a formal attack. The pressure on De Gros increased sharply.

The countless enemies in front of him were suppressed from all directions, but De Gro had no choice. Only when the unlucky Russian soldiers stepped on landmines could he relax his brows.

"Naba." De Gro shouted.

"Come." The strong man in front of him was like De Gros last time, still with dust on his face, still energetic and powerful.

"A good person is a man." De Gro sincerely exclaimed.

The answer to him was the fall of a rash Russian soldier on the other side. De Gro looked at Naba who was adjusting his guns and stopped talking and focused on the battlefield.

After receiving the command from the commander, the Russian army also understood that the enemy in front of us was only a few people, but only these few people made them so embarrassed. Those who were hiding from the trench and continued to huddle, and some people simply dragged it on purpose. The most outrageous thing was that there were a few people who wanted to be deserters. Didn’t this smear the noble Russia in the face? Didn’t you see another battalion coming from behind? It was said that it was coming to help, but looking at the eyes of the people who just came up, it was obvious that they looked down on it. Thinking about it, only one platoon actually beat the people in the battalion. What is this called, it’s so embarrassing. Anger, the anger of the Russians gradually heated up.

The battalion that first entered the battlefield finally couldn't stand it. Almost at the same time, the Russian army gave up defense and rushed to the stronghold one by one, swearing to send the evil Germans to hell.

De Gro calmly watched more and more Russians rush out: "Soldiers, it's time for them to be loyal to Germany. Let us use our passion to destroy the confidence of the Russians. Germany is above everything else."

"Germany is above everything else."

"Germany is above everything else."

The boiling German army injected all the enthusiasm into the bullets, "Bang bang bang." The Russians fell in small rows, but there were still large areas of people gradually approaching the stronghold.

The Russian army swept the entire battlefield like waves. One fell down and the one behind was immediately filled. The German army was still too few, and they could do nothing to do in the face of all this.

The loss of the position and the closer the distance. The two sides are finally about to start a hand-to-hand battle face to face.

"Prepare a bayonet." Naba shouted, then jumped out of the cover, stabbed directly at an enemy coming towards him. The blade was in the bones, and the cold feeling of death instantly frozen the soldier's whole body. He fell down unwillingly.

De Gro also jumped out and rushed towards the Russian army that had already stepped into the stronghold. Unfortunately, the piercing was caused by De Gro's left hand being injured and the center of gravity was not very stable. The Russian soldiers who fought with De Gro were obviously more experienced. He easily dodged to the right and did not give De Gro a chance to withdraw his knife. He slashed De Gro's chest hard.

So close, De Gro had no chance to dodge. He felt a suffocation in his chest, and the bayonet cut into his fragile skin and inserted it into his chest. The strength of his body was slowly disappearing, and it seemed that he was going to die. He originally wanted to pull the grim Russian soldier in front of him before he died. Unfortunately, his hands no longer had the strength to raise the heavy gun.

The Russian soldier who struck De Gro was obviously a veteran. He excitedly stirred the bayonet in De Gro's chest for a few more times, and another record was born from his own hands. What a joyful thing. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood splashed on his face. Yes, it was hard to tell whether it was sweet or salty, it was hot enough anyway. But before he could continue to enjoy it, the sudden pain made him take a step forward involuntarily, and a mouthful of blood poured out from his throat uncontrollably. He looked down and saw that the tip of a bayonet was coming out of his back. Turning his head, his eyes drifted unwillingly to the person who attacked him from behind.

The German is hateful. With resentment, he passed away.

The soldier who succeeded in the attack was about to lean over to raise De Gro, suddenly, a bullet passed through his throat without mercy, shattering a tooth and sank into his brain. He knelt on the ground, his legs raised, and fell on the newly killed Russian soldiers. In the distance, a rifle's gun hole was filled with smoke.

"Ah." A already crazy German soldier was covered in grenades. He shouted and rushed into the Russian crowd that was about to fight, and opened the fuse amid a crazy laugh.

"Boom." The blood-red mushroom cloud swept across the area with a radius of nearly ten meters. There was no one in the place where the explosion passed. Only broken limbs and some organs were left.

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The Germans went crazy, and this was the idea of ​​rushing to the front line. Every German attacked completely desperately, although their number was small, it was really small.

Naba is now out of fire, and there are three people who die under his bayonet, and all he has paid is four deep and shallow wounds.

"Come on, come here." Naba shouted at the Russian army. While speaking, he had already rushed towards the next prey.

The other party was obviously frightened when he looked at Naba, who was covered in blood, and he used all his strength to attack in panic, but unfortunately he was blocked by Naba's gun. In the battlefield, the price of failure was life. Without a trace of pity, Naba stabbed into the enemy's heart.

Has murderous intent.

Before Naba could pull out the bayonet, he felt a gust of wind coming towards him. Almost an instinctive reaction, Naba abandoned the gun and jumped immediately. A wise decision was made to save the killing ending. Sure enough, the attacker behind him looked at the shot that fell out in regret, and then looked at Naba who had empty hands and continued to press on.

"Puff." Naba had been waiting for the opponent's attack for a long time. Seeing the opponent stabbing straight, Naba calmly avoided it, grabbed the opponent's gun with both hands, and then pulled it hard. Sure enough, Naba, who was strong, naturally had a great advantage. The gun was directly pulled out of the opponent's hand, and tripped him to the ground. How could Naba miss the opportunity? He put the bayonet upside down and stabbed it into the opponent's back. A few seconds later, a corpse was added on the ground.

He killed another one, and Naba wiped the sweat from his forehead. He watched the Russian troops gradually flocking to him and bravely met him.

But this time, God did not give him another chance to show off. A bullet took away his bravery and even made him leave the world without any reaction.

War is so cruel.

The Russian army controlled the battlefield, and the gunshots gradually became smaller and finally disappeared completely.

The Russian officer stepped onto the front line of the battle and was still shocked when he looked at the heroic scenes. What kind of army was he facing? Such terrifying combat power was not as good as a human being. Before he could think more, a guard ran over to him.

"Report to the chief, the statistics are out."

The answer to "安." does not have much emotion.

"Our army killed twenty-one enemy soldiers, but no prisoners were captured. Our army was killed, and our army was killed... "When speaking, the guards were obviously hesitant.

"Continue." There is still no emotional voice.

"Yes, our army was killed 89 people and injured fifty-six people. Nine people were missing."

"Oh, I understand, you go down." The missing people on the battlefield are actually equivalent to the dead. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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