The labor force performance was very grand. Just to see the thighs, ah no, there were more than thirty generals watching the theatrical performance, not to mention the ordinary soldiers of the British, French and American troops. These rough guys were smoked with a mouthful of smoke.
Huang's big teeth kept slapping the table.
Look at these thighs, how white they are!
Chen Mo was frantically raiding the buffet dinner in the tent nearby, sweeping up all the cigars, wine and caviar reserved for senior generals. The waiter's eyes twitched crazily as he looked at them, but he didn't meet any snobbery to chase them away. On the contrary, there were quite a few allies.
The military general insisted on taking Chen Mo for a drink.
Because in the previous counterattack, these unlucky guys were beaten miserably by the German armored troops. The evacuation speed of many of them was not even as fast as the German armored troops could penetrate. If Chen Mo hadn't killed Paulus with one shot, I'm afraid that
These unlucky guys have to go to prisoner of war camps.
Even Button affectionately called Chen Mo our son of a bitch, and Chen Mo responded by saying that he couldn't be hit by a car. After hearing this, Button not only didn't get angry, but became even happier.
In fact, the day basically went smoothly, except for the part where Steve punched the mustache. After seeing the actor being knocked down, the soldiers watching the performance not only did not cheer, but instead booed.
"What's wrong with these guys?"
Carter saw Steve stunned on the stage and suddenly became a little impatient.
"It's just a normal performance. To these soldiers, the so-called defeating the enemy on the stage is like a big joke. They are fighting on the front line!"
There is no problem with Steve beating up his mustache and performing it in the rear, but on the front line, he is naturally not as good as a beautiful girl. I believe Steve will soon understand this truth.
Facts have proved that Steve understood this truth a little too quickly. That night, a muscular man walked into Chen Mo's tent. If Chen Mo hadn't reacted quickly enough, Captain America would have had to be replaced.
Tiff's mortal body can't handle a shotgun.
"Did you touch the wrong tent? Carter's tent is over there, and I can help you lure the sentry away!"
Chen Mo threw the auto5 semi-automatic shotgun aside, then sat up and poured a glass of water.
On the side, Steve, who had been hit by the butt of a gun for no apparent reason, wanted to take the water glass, but then he realized that it was Chen Mo who poured it for him.
"Selente, I really don't want to perform anymore. I want to prove to everyone that I can do better!"
"well!"
Chen Mo sighed with difficulty, and then started to get dressed.
"Since you plead sincerely, I can't stop you anymore! Go and change your clothes!"
"What are you changing clothes for?"
"I'll take you to a police station to practice your skills first!"
Chen Mo put the weapon into his holster, put on his hat, and put the shotgun behind his back, showing a helpless look.
"Thank you! Serent!"
Steve was so happy that he almost jumped up and went to change his uniform.
When Steve came to the parking lot with a gun on his back, he saw Chen Mo already waiting there on a tricycle.
"Are you going out so late?"
The guard sergeant in the parking lot saw that it was Chen Mo, but didn't say anything. After all, if the other party was interested, it would be no problem to kill a few Germans.
"Go and train a rookie, and you'll be back before dawn!"
"Then I wish you a safe journey, sir!"
The sergeant went back to his room and continued to sleep. Then Chen Mo stepped on the accelerator, and the three wheels roared and then flew away.
The place the two chose was not far from the front line. It was an ordinary French town. The police station here was not maintained by the police, but by the armed SS and Gestapo.
There was no other reason why Chen Mo chose this place. It was because the commander of the Waffen SS was a little nervous. He knew that the Allied tanks could drive to his door with just a kick of the accelerator. This guy was robbing the people's property without knowing whether he was alive or not.
He allowed his subordinates to rob civilian girls, even a sixty-year-old grandmother.
Because the road was mined, the two abandoned their car early and walked instead, and then went around the edge of the Allied position.
Steve was obviously uncomfortable when he saw the cruel battlefield for the first time. The stench in the air and the corpses on the road made him a little distracted. However, he still remembered what he had learned in the training camp. He lowered his head and body along the way and did not look around.
He looked around and didn't run around. He followed Chen Mo properly the whole time.
The two walked through the no-man's land in front of the position, and then groped past the German position. Steve accidentally bumped into a German sentry. The sentry wanted to shout a warning, but then he saw that he was wearing his trademark
A dressed-up Chen Mo appeared behind Steve.
So he simply threw the gun away and let Steve punch him unconscious when he reacted.
"Why didn't he warn me?"
Looking at the unconscious sentry, Steve was very confused.
"Because as long as he shouts, the German soldiers on the position will fall asleep forever!"
Chen Mo patted Steve on the shoulder.
"Let's go, we still have a way to go!"
The two continued to walk through the shadows, and stopped a motorcycle on the way. They threw the unfortunate guy who was responsible for delivering the letter into the smelly ditch on the side of the road, and then used the other person's motorcycle to run all the way, arriving at the destination in less than twenty minutes.
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Although it was close to the war zone, the police station was still brightly lit. The armed SS also knew that they could not stay for a few days, so they just put it on display, played the symphony, drank wine and ate steak, and then admired the thinly dressed Frenchman while sweating.
Girls dance on the dining table.
After killing the dozing sentry outside the door with one blow, Chen Mo took a look inside the room, confirmed that the armed SS were all in the same room, and immediately began to break in.
He kicked open the door to the room, then raised a semi-automatic shotgun and instantly bloodbathed half the room of SS soldiers. Then he sat carelessly in front of the SS commander who was covered in the flesh and blood of his men.
"Good night, gentlemen, I heard that you have a program here, so I came to put it up rashly. I hope you won't be disrespectful!"
The trembling SS commander glanced at Chen Mo, who was wearing a faint smile. He wanted to resist, but half of his men died in an instant because of the panic and still held him firmly on the stool.
"What do you want to do?"
The commander asked in his own halting English.
"Just giving you a chance!"
Chen Mo placed the shotgun casually on the table, then pouted at Steve behind him.
"You can come together or alone. As long as you defeat this guy, I will let you live. Of course, you can also refuse. After all, I have run out of bullets. You have a great chance!"