Picasso was now confused, or to be precise, he was confused. He stopped on the periphery of a ruins. This was originally a small town, and it was also the ruins after the Gustav cannon bombardment. There were traces of craters everywhere.
This was the first flashpoint of the Nazi attack, and it was full of danger and desolation.
At this time, Picasso was still worried, because he found out a piece of not-so-good news. The Allies were actually lurking in the ruins. He didn't know what they meant by this. Was it an ambush or something?
Unexpectedly, Picasso ordered to stop advancing at the same time. The two teams on the opposite side had bad news about the Nazis.
One is the emerging US Marine Corps team, and the other is the old British ace team, the Special Air Service Regiment. Now that the two teams have joined forces, Picasso has to think and worry. Sometimes having more people does not necessarily win the war.
There are many battles with less and more teams, not to mention two elite teams that are like nightmares.
I have a headache. Picasso has a headache now. It would be better if I still have an armored vehicle now. At least the opponent does not have anti-tank equipment now. But where can I mobilize an armored team to support me at the last moment? Even if there is, I'm afraid.
The other party also has a plan to deal with his side, which is a headache!
Biers stood aside and looked at Picasso's headache. He didn't know what to say. If something like this happened, no one would have an easy time. The elites of the Allied forces were difficult to deal with, otherwise they wouldn't have been killed.
When it became like this, seeing Picasso's headache, Biers also felt a little helpless and couldn't help.[
When Picasso had a headache, a Nazi scout ran back and reported the news that Picasso had killed him: "Sir, not far ahead, the Americans and British set up an ambush point in the ruined house in front.
, mark the positions of the allies on both sides! It seems that they are going to engage in an encounter with us."
"An encounter?" Picasso's face became suspicious and felt ridiculous at the same time. He really couldn't understand why the two teams were so confident? They actually started an encounter with himself and others? What does this mean? Soldiers
Strong or full of firepower? Picasso couldn't guess and was confused at the same time.
After noticing Picasso's expression, Biers hesitated and said: "Sir, there must be a reason for everything. The Allied formation dared to use less than thirty people to stop us. This shows that there must be some purpose. The biggest
The possibility is that these Allied forces have been prepared for a long time!"
Picasso nodded hesitantly, fully agreeing with Biers' words and said: "Well, yes, Biers, your idea is similar to mine. These Allied forces obviously have no good intentions. This is what worries me the most.
, I’m afraid they have some conspiracy!”
Biers noticed Picasso's worried expression, and whispered a reminder: "Sir, in this situation, maybe we can cooperate with the Japanese. After all, they have more people, and they are a good cannon fodder team, better than us."
The men who died were much better!"
Picasso was also a little excited now. He touched his chin with one hand and nodded repeatedly: "Well, Biers, what you said makes sense. Now is the time to have a good talk with the Japanese. Put aside the conflicts between the two sides and cooperate well. If
The best thing is to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"
Picasso is also starting to get excited now. To be honest, two powerful teams are here now. If they can be defeated in one fell swoop, it might be a good idea. This is also what Picasso wants to do most right now, to eliminate these alliances.
From then on, the military and ministers always regarded this place as a back garden, where they could come and leave whenever they wanted.
When Yamamoto arrived with his men with an expression on his face, he was immediately greeted by Picasso with a warm welcome, while Yamamoto frowned. There must be a reason for everything. Picasso had always been at odds with him and wanted to use a smiley face.
The greeting made Yamamoto feel puzzled for a while. There was a problem, a big problem!
And Picasso was extremely reluctant at this time. If it weren't for the mission, he wouldn't bother to talk to Yamamoto and just treat him as a transparent person. But now he can't. Current events force him to follow Yamamoto.
Honda wants to cooperate, and cooperation is the only way out now.
Picasso didn't pay attention to Yamamoto's frown, but greeted him with a smile and said with a smile: "Commander Yamamoto, haha, you came just in time. Come on, let's talk about the misunderstandings in the past.
Let’s put it aside for now, how about we talk about business?”
Although Yamamotoichi didn't know what Picasso was planning, he still didn't express much. He sneered indifferently and said: "Yo Xi! Commander Picasso, it seems that we don't owe each other now. It seems that we have nothing to say.
Of? Right? Commander Picasso!"
Yamamoto did not follow Picasso's advice. Now, Yamamoto is relying on Picasso to ask for something, and is sarcastically mocking Picasso. If he intensifies his sarcasm at this time, Yamamoto doesn't know when.
Only then did he have the opportunity to sarcastically say that Yamamoto knew exactly how Picasso treated him.
Picasso suppressed his nausea and said with a smile: "Haha, Commander Yamamoto is really good at joking. How could this happen? Didn't I come here to apologize? I hope Commander Yamamoto won't care about the past grudges.
Let’s do this instead of grudges. How about we work together?”
Yamamoto looked at Picasso with a sneer, and said with sneers: "Cooperation? Yossi! This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I'm afraid this so-called cooperation is not sincere, right? Mr. Picasso, shouldn't you?
Will you ask me to play charge again? If you play forward, maybe I can consider it."
When Picasso and Beers heard Yamamotoichi's words, they immediately frowned and became displeased. This Yamamotoichi was really a bitch. He actually climbed up on the stick because of his shame. He was supposed to be the forward in the cooperation.
, now it’s better, he actually asked himself and others to play forward? Is he mentally retarded or has he been kicked in the head by a donkey?
Picasso was too lazy to talk nonsense and hypocrisy, and said with an unquestionable expression: "Yamadaichi, I think you still don't understand your identity? With your current status, there is no room for resistance at all, or you must be obedient.
Be obedient, or, hehe~ think about it yourself!"
Now Picasso doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore. This Yamamoto is a typical scolder who needs to be punished. After Picasso finished speaking, he didn't say anything polite to Yamamoto. For this kind of person who is looking for trouble, Picasso
Of course, you're welcome. When Yamamoto saw the soldier behind Picasso holding a gun, his face became hesitant.
Since Yamamoto Ichi did not cooperate, there was no need for Picasso to be polite. Hundreds of Nazi soldiers behind Picasso raised their guns very conspicuously, pointing at Yamamoto Ichi, just waiting for Picasso's order.
They shot down, and they were not responsible for anything that happened anyway. Compared to the Japanese recruits, they were confused and didn't know what was going on.
Yamamoto looked at Picasso with an ugly face, not knowing what he meant, and said in a bad tone: "Picasso, what do you mean? Don't forget the order of your head of state, you are destroying unity.
You know? If you still have some..."[
There was a bang. Before Yamamotoichi finished speaking, he received a slap from Yamamotoichi with a firm face. It was a very clear and loud slap, which only made Yamamotoichi blinded. His whole body was completely covered.
He didn't react. This slap was really not worth it. Even the men behind him had a look of astonishment on their faces.
Picasso also got angry now, kicked Yamamoto away and said: "Yama Honda, use your pig-like head to think clearly. You have no right to speak or resist now. The development of your country of whores
A country that has grown up has no capital for arrogance and is a piece of garbage that only relies on women to spread their legs. If you dare to waste time by chirping, don't blame me for being rude. As a warning..."
When Picasso waved his hand, tutu tutu... the submachine gun directly killed a small team of people. More than a hundred Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood without even making a scream, and their bodies were beaten like a hornet's nest.
It only scared the Japanese recruits who were safe and sound until they peed their pants.
Picasso was too lazy to talk nonsense with the resentful Yamamoto. He sneered and said: "I'll give you a minute. If you don't understand, don't blame me for being rude. Don't think that the dispatch order from the head of state can be used as an arrow."
, kill me even if you annoy me, machine gunner is ready!"
Biers glanced at the unlucky Yamamotoichi, shook his head and sighed. He didn't know the grudge between Yamamotoichi and Picasso, so what if he knew about it? What concerns him is just Biers' feeling.
Yamamoto was a little pitiful when he met this guy Bix.
"You're cruel! Let's go!" Yamamoto covered his face with his hands, glanced at Picasso with a look of resentment, and waved to move forward. Yamamoto was not sure if he would anger Pica if he didn't leave.
Asking for help or something, this guy didn't play his cards according to his philosophy at all, and Yamada Honda was a little afraid that he would shoot and kill all his men.
Picasso looked at the submissive Yamamoto with a sneer. To deal with these bully Japanese, he would treat them like dogs. Picasso looked at the time and muttered: "It should have been like this a long time ago. Why did it happen in the first place? It's a shame."
There are often people who are really convinced by these disgusting Japanese and let’s go!”
Biers shook his head in response. Picasso's words and words greatly stimulated him. It seemed that extraordinary means were still needed to deal with these so-called allies. Under Picasso's wave,