Chapter 122 Fusion Down

In the end, Parks's row was won. Picak has always been a little dissatisfied, and he even wants to figure out how to win in the next confrontation - to treat others in his own way.

Obviously, Winters praised Parks' performance. This excited many recruits in a row. After all, Parks's name is thunderous, and now he has personally won under his leadership, which undoubtedly greatly increased their confidence. But the veterans still disdained them and thought that they could not go to the real battlefield.

The second confrontation is still the two rows of Pickup and Parks, which is what Pickup asked for Winters. He thought that a round was not fair, so he was eager to find the field. Winters also approved the plan, and this time there is no rule on who will attack and who will guard, which is what Picak himself asked for.

The bullet flew over the top of the head. This is added by Winters in order to let the recruits experience the real battlefield atmosphere. When the two participating platoons call fire, they will bombard and shoot in the specified time and area with mortars and machine guns.

"How long will it take to shoot?" New recruit Jefferie? Barry asked Kevin, the recruit next to him? Sergei complained, "I hate explosions. I hate machine guns constantly flying over my head, which makes me feel strongly uneasy."

"Me too!" Sergei nodded, then lay in the sinkhole and was no longer willing to speak.

"Boom--" Another explosion made Barry couldn't help complaining again.

"Okay, guys, we're going to attack. The shelling is about to avoid the main offensive route. Let's get ready to kill a row and catch them off guard to make them look good!" Picak climbed out of the scattering pit, then waved his hand and said loudly, "Be a scattered soldier formation. Don't be too close. Be careful to be their target!" Let's go, let's go!"

"Let's go, Kevin!" Barry climbed out of the riot pit and said to Sergei, "Let's kill Parker's platoon. Do you think it's possible? Why do I feel that the lieutenant is blowing?

"Don't worry so much, let's just follow. Anyway, the shells won't fall on us!" Sergei followed Barry with a gun obliquely. Despite this, he walked forward cautiously.

"Hey, you, follow me!" Suddenly, a voice came not far from Sergei's side. He looked for a voice and saw Sergeant Muck shouting loudly at him.

"And you, Sergeant Grant with you," Muck pointed to Grant walking on the other side of Barry, and then muttered, "Damn it, I have to take care of you novices!"

Muck's idea is the same as most veterans. They seem a little impatient with the recruits, and always like to be sarcastic from time to time and point them to do something that seems meaningless.

"Pay attention, look at the road ahead!" As Mock spoke to Sergei, he just took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, then clicked one and spit it comfortably. "Remember, if you want to save your life on the battlefield, the most important thing is to look around. Be careful is the best way to save your life. Don't forget that this is a veteran's advice to you!"

"Oy, thank you!" Sergei nodded. Although he could hear the disdainful tone from Sergeant Muck's words, he still thanked him sincerely.

The people in the second row slowly searched forward, but they did not charge, because Picak encountered another problem. He found through the telescope that there was no one in the front row of positions. It was an empty position!

Where did they go? He couldn't help but be a little stunned. Obviously, this is a little non-compliant.

"Damn it!" Picak put down his telescope and said to Muck, "Sergeant, send someone around to check. There is no one in the row of positions. Send people to look around. What's the problem?"

"Yes, I'm clear enough! "Sergeant!" Picak yelled at Mook.

"Okay, Lieutenant!" Muck shrugged his shoulders helplessly, looked at Galanz, then made a grimace, and then sent several people around him out. He said to Sergei himself, "Come with me!" With that, he walked towards the woods,

While Picak was annoyed, Galanz came over and said to him, "Lieutenant, what should we do now? Do you want to continue to attack?"

"Attack? There is not even a gopher in front of me. Do you want me to continue to attack? Picak couldn't help yelling at Galanz, "Use your brain, sergeant, we're going to find a row of guys now!" They don't follow the rules!"

"We... wait like this?" Galanz looked around and then asked Picak, "Do you want your brothers to look for cover on the spot?" Or it's better for us to hide ourselves!"

"Well, don't bother me with such a thing. Just do it!" Picac is a little impatient.

"Okay, sir!" Galanz immediately gestured to the brothers in the platoon to hide everyone.

But before they began to find a bunker, they rushed out of the people with guns and hats hidden with branches and grass from both sides of the woods. Their guns were aimed at Picak.

"Lieutenant, you are captured!" Gernery was standing in the front. He held up his gun and smiled at Picak and said, "Do you want to surrender the gun?" With that, he winked at Galanz with a helpless face, and his face was full of smiles.

"I want to see your lieutenant!" Picak couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said to Gernari.

Gerry nodded and smiled, "As you wish, Lieutenant!" Then he turned his head to the back and blew a whistle and shouted, "Lieutenant Parks, Lieutenant Pikak wants to see you!"

"Lieutenant Pikak!" Parks' helmet was wrapped in a ring of branches and grass. He came out and smiled at Picak, "What's the problem?"

Pikake looked at the brothers around him and quickly pulled Parks aside and whispered, "Parks, you are not in accordance with the rules. We should practice both sides of attack and defense, but you gave up your position and didn't charge, which made it difficult for us to make a judgment, so... This exercise... "

"Oh, no, Picac, what if the Germans don't want to attack and defend you and play some tricks?" Parks felt that he should talk to Picak about his surname characteristics at this time, even if he didn't like it.

"But this is an exercise! Parks!" Picac's tone was a little heavier.

"There is no such thing as exercises on the battlefield. They are all real knives and guns. Picak, wake up. On the battlefield, we must make the most appropriate adjustments according to our own situation and the situation of the enemy. As long as we can achieve the goal of the battle, what does it matter?" Parks patted him on the arm.

"Well, I can't tell you, but I still keep my opinion!" Picak snorted, then turned back to his platoon and shouted, "Okay, guys, get together!"

The people in the second row were dejected. Barry leaned the rifle on his shoulder and couldn't help muttering, "I knew it was like this for a long time. Damn it!"

"Let's go, the exercise is over!" Pikak shouted loudly and walked alone towards the camp.

"Sir, don't you wait for Muck and the others?" Galanz couldn't help looking at Picque. He was really annoyed with the lieutenant. He cared about himself to vent his emotions and didn't care about the thoughts of his brothers at all!

But Picak didn't stop. He didn't say a word and went straight away!

Galanz shrugged his shoulders at Parks, smiled helplessly, and then said to Barry, "Man, let's go. I'm waiting for Muck here!"

Barry nodded and then followed the brothers to the camp.

"Okay, Sergeant Galanz, we're leaving, too." Parks patted Galanz's arm, then smiled and said, "Brothers, let's go!"

Watching the rows of brothers leave. Galanz couldn't help whispering, "I really should be in a row with Lieutenant Parks." Just as he was waiting for Muck in a wild thought, he suddenly heard an explosion. Then a series of explosions exploded in the surrounding woods.

Galanz quickly lay down and couldn't help scolding: "Damn it, who is fighting?"

Galanz's muttering obviously can't make him really turn around in a row. Galanz's idea also happened to be Mourke's current psychological idea. He was wandering around the woods with Sergei. They missed a row, wandered alone in the woods, and then couldn't help complaining: "Why am I not in one row or three rows?" Why am I in the second row? Damn it, I'm really lucky!"

"Are you talking about me?" Sergei beside him couldn't help but be stunned, and then turned his head to Muck.

"No, I'm talking about myself!" Muck stared at him fiercely.

"Look at your own way!" Muck said, and then said to him, "Let's go back. The people in the row are not here!"

"Okay!" Sergei nodded, and then heard a sharp whistle in the woods.

" Mortar!" Sergei shouted, then pounced, threw Muck to the ground, and then pressed him to death.

The shells exploded around them, and the dirt fell on them one after another.

"God!" Muck couldn't help shouting, "What's the matter? Why did they have sex? Why did they have sex? Don't you know we're still here?"

Muck turned over and shouted to Sergey, who was pressing on him, "Okay, man, you saved my life. Get up now. Let's get out of this place!" With that, he retired from Sergei.

"Sergeant, I... I'm hurt!" Sergei moaned and then sat up. His hand covering his arm was loosened, and it was full of blood.

"Oh, that's terrible!" Mock quickly got up, pulled Sergei's arm off, and then smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just a scratch. I'll bandage you, brother!" With that, he took out his first aid kit. Brother? Muck didn't seem to realize his own word!

(to be continued)