Mike Lang shrugged with an innocent look on his face, saying that he didn't understand why this situation happened here. Tang Yunyang was lying on the wall under the window frame that had been burnt black, and his eyes passed the window edge and looked out quietly.

A motorcycle was racing across the green grassy fields of France, and his target was obviously the house, which had mostly been destroyed by gunfire.

"Damn, it could be German scouts or... hmm, or maybe those French idiots were outflanked by the Germans."

Seeing this scene, Mike Lang murmured curses.

You must know that during this period in 1915, although there were no major battles, small-scale battles between the two sides did occur from time to time. There would also be some small movements in the battle lines. So, it is logical to encounter a reconnaissance unintentionally.

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"Are we so unlucky?"

Obviously, now is not the time to discuss this frustrating issue. It is a wiser way to find a place to hide first. Tang Yunyang hurriedly helped Mike Lang, and the two of them ran out of the house together.

I don't know whether it was because of nervousness or the cold morning air that made the two people relying on each other tremble all over. When they lay in the woods and quietly looked out, their nervous breathing had not stopped.

The motorcycles that came here were indeed a German reconnaissance team. They were a team from the reconnaissance team of the Third Flanders Army that had recently been transferred to the salient areas of the Argonne, Champagne, and Lorraine fronts.

They were already wearing the latest steel helmets that had just been successfully researched on their heads.

This is the approach to the French Fortress of Verdun, and it is also the initial location where the two divisions of the Third Army are expected to launch the battle. The two divisions of the Third Army of Flanders, which have crossed here, will directly attack the Fortress of Verdun.

At that time, the most famous battle of the First World War would break out, which was called the Meat Grinder of Verdun.

Tang Yunyang helped Mike Lang and didn't run very far. They just had time to get into a tree about ten meters away from the ruins, and they just had time to fall down.

The "Gazhi" motorcycle braked and stopped not far from the ruins.

Three Germans got off the motorcycle parked in front of the ruins, two of them were carrying rifles, and the other looked like an officer, with only a pistol hanging on his belt.

After the three people got out of the car, the officer asked one of the soldiers to go into the ruins with him to search, while one person was left outside to serve as a guard.

Tang Yunyang looked at the weapons of the German soldiers and sighed in a low voice. Mike Lang, who was pressing hard against the ground and worried that he could not escape, thought that he had been frightened and had some disease.

"A gun like the 'Mauser 98' is worth getting. Although it is not as exciting as the 98k, it is definitely a world-famous gun!"

You can imagine what kind of temptation it is for a Chinese man who loves guns but can never own weapons. In a country where even imitation guns are prohibited from being owned for various reasons, a man who likes martial arts and is brave

, in the eyes of those officials, I am afraid that he has not been completely castrated.

Tang Yunyang felt his heart beating fiercely, and he was a little afraid of his boldness. But the Mauser 98 and the motorcycle were like the temptation of a beautiful girl, firmly attracting his attention.

It's almost impossible to move it away.

What's more important is that if these three guys are not dealt with, the search will begin soon, and the injured Mike Lang and the two of them will not escape the fate of becoming prisoners.

The stopped motorcycle was quite close to the grass where the two were hiding, and could even be heard clearly. It was precisely because of the bright morning that the sentry was able to drive the motorcycle wildly on the green grass.

Some were excited, and even hummed in a low voice.

Mike Lang watched Tang Yunyang take out the revolver from his arms. He grabbed Tang Yunyang's arm with a stern look in his eyes. If he could speak, he would definitely scold: "Are you crazy?" Or

Just say "f--you!"

Tang Yunyang glared at him, put his index finger in front of his mouth and said silently "Shh!", then extended his index finger, pointed at Mike Lang and then pointed at the ground, asking him to hide on the spot.

After making the gesture, Tang Yunyang slowly walked aside for a distance and quietly crawled towards the ruins from the side.

He knew that these scouts might have discovered the lingering smoke of the bonfire here. They would not be able to enter the house for too long, and he had to subdue the guy in front of him before they came out. This was their only chance.

Mike Lang watched Tang Yunyang slowly crawling forward. He kept biting his lip with his teeth nervously, and his eyes quickly shifted between Tang Yunyang and the sentry who were getting closer and closer to the sentry. And every time the sentry glanced at

When he came over, he would bury his head deeper into the grass.

"Damn it, this is a bad idea, Tang Yunyang, you will kill yourself!"

As Tang Yunyang crawled forward, he cursed his greed in his heart. While crawling, he often put the black motorcycle helmet in front of him and tried his best to huddle his head behind the helmet, as if it could block bullets.

Similar.

The sentry looked around.

It can be seen that he is a new recruit who has just entered the battlefield, and the direction his eyes are looking is actually the birds on the branches, or the rising sun.

The "Mauser 98" rifle in his hand actually placed the butt of the rifle on the ground, as if standing guard at the entrance of the headquarters.

Suddenly, a monster rushed out from the corner of the house and startled the sentry.

The huge black helmet has a transparent mask, and its eyes can be vaguely seen. Although the clothes he wears indicate that "he" is still a human being, in the eyes of the sentry, he is definitely a strange human being.

The frightened sentry stared at him, his mouth half-opened, and his young face was full of shock.

He recognized the object in the opponent's hand. It was a revolver. At this moment, he was swinging the muzzle, apparently intending to drop the weapon himself.

Probably because they were frightened, the German soldiers on guard did not follow Tang Yunyang's instructions with the revolver. Instead, they picked up the Mauser 98k in their hands and looked like they were about to open fire.

"Bah, bah"

The sound of two gunshots added a hint of gunpowder to the fresh air in the forest. Of course, this was the first shot fired by Tang Yunyang, who had already pointed his gun at his opponent. And in order to completely incapacitate the opponent, Tang Yunyang fired two shots at once.

The German soldier who was shot only had time to scream before he fell to the ground. He covered his wound with both hands and fell to the ground. His curled up body twitched a few times, then he let out a long breath like a sigh, and then stopped moving.

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The sound of gunfire alarmed the people in the house, and the sound of messy footsteps accompanied by shouts of inquiry came from the house.

Tang Yunyang immediately pounced forward, grabbed the strap of the rifle, pulled it over and loaded it with a bang. Then he curled up in a ball and huddled behind the motorcycle. Apparently he had not forgotten the requirement to hide immediately after shooting.

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"Click!"

The sound of the gun being pulled was heard in his ears, and Tang Yunyang felt as if a bullet was about to fly over his entire scalp. After observing through the gap on the motorcycle, Tang Yunyang secretly complained in his heart.
Chapter completed!