Intelligence work has always been Wang Huaiyuan's pride. When he mentioned the deciphered Russian telegram code, this legendary intelligence chief from the East nodded happily, "Yes, under our intelligence network, the Russians' information exchanges are transparent. Yes, since the Prime Minister made a judgment based on such detailed information, it must not be wrong..."
Cough cough cough... This was the first time Sakamoto Ryoma saw Wang Huaiyuan boasting. At that time, he choked on his throat after taking a sip of tea and coughed for a long time. "It seems that you are really not worried about this war! You still have time to brag at this time." ?”
"Are you in trouble? The commander-in-chief's heart is still not pure! In fact, the crazier the enemy is and the more they don't take their own lives seriously, the more it means they are helpless! Now the drama is no longer on the battlefield, But outside the battlefield!”
Listening to Wang Huaiyuan's words, Xiao Letian nodded, "Yes, Luo Huo is still reliable. He can't defeat the enemy personally. Now the main battlefield has been moved to other places, such as the Nanpiao crisis, such as the British-French war. The attitude afterward…”
"Wait a minute... I suddenly remembered that someone is here. Where is our old friend Molière? He didn't really follow the St. Peter and sank into the sea, right?" Xiao Letian suddenly asked.
Wang Huaiyuan frowned and said, "I don't know, the time is too tight, and the battlefield is still so chaotic, we can't confirm it at all... But I have always had a feeling that this kind of scourge will not die so easily!"
"Why? Because the dignity of this kind of person has long been thrown into the sea. After failing again and again, he has been questioned and reviled by countless people in France. If he really has dignity, he should commit suicide with a bullet! "
"But he didn't. He is still alive. Even half of his face was burned like a ghost. He is not dead yet... He is still working hard to fight against us. This kind of person is completely perverted. He lives only for hatred and nothing else. important!"
"Revenge is the first priority. He can definitely live for revenge. Even if he eats shit, he will live in humiliation... He is fantasizing about watching us be destroyed!"
Xiao Letian nodded, "You are right in your analysis. This kind of scourge cannot be tolerated anymore. Find him and kill him!"
Is Moliere still alive? The answer is yes. At this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, at the junction of the defense areas of the White Tiger Division and the Suzaku Division, in a large bush, Molière was pressing on a soldier, covering the soldier's mouth with his left hand. , the sharp dagger in his right hand had penetrated into the soldier's ribs, stirring and chopping his heart.
The corpse was getting colder and colder. The three subordinates around him looked at everything in front of them numbly. No one spoke or moved. It was not the enemy who was stabbed to death by Molière, but the French intelligence officer who was with them.
After escaping from the St. Peter, Molière was followed by a total of 12 intelligence officers. They were all French elites who had followed him for many years. They were loyal, reliable and capable.
However, in the face of war, personal abilities cannot withstand the hail of bullets. The small boat is struggling to move forward on the sea. The sky is full of flying shells and bullets, and the explosions are overwhelming.
Even the shock waves of several mine explosions affected Molière's boat. His men died one by one, some fell into the water and drowned, some were shot to death by shrapnel, and some were killed by stray bullets, waiting for them to escape. When we arrived at the beach, only 5 of the 12 men were left.
This was not over yet. When they entered the mountains in an attempt to assemble with the large troops on the top of the mountain, they encountered lone Chinese soldiers twice in a row. In the dark, neither side knew how many there were on the other side, and there was a crackling exchange of fire. Later, Molière's men became the last three.
Molière just killed a subordinate who was shot in the chest. He looked at the wound and knew that even God could not save the injury. All he could do was to send him to his final destination.
"My friend, you go to report to God first! I will have to struggle for a while in this cruel world, but sooner or later I will go to you!"
"Close your eyes! You are happy. This nightmare ended early, but we still have to struggle! Don't hate me, don't hate me!"
Blood began to seep down from the seams of Molière's hands, and the sticky smell of blood was pungent. The man's eyes finally disappeared. God knows whether he had forgiven Molière. Anyway, Molière felt that he had already Forgave him.
Abandoning their stubborn men, the four men were silent for a few minutes. One of the men said, "What should we do now? The Chinese have surrounded the top of the mountain tightly, and there is no way we can join up with Exxon... But even if So what if we join together? Aren’t we just hanging on for dear life surrounded by enemies?”
Molière shook his head, "No, we must find a way to join together. The more dangerous it is, the more we have to find the crowd. The power of a single person is weak. It is dark now and we can hide for a while. When the sun comes out tomorrow, the Chinese There will definitely be a large-scale search of the mountain!"
"This is Xiao Letian's home field. As long as he can control the rhythm of the war, he can play whatever he wants. After tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of reserve soldiers or simply ordinary people land on this island and start assisting the army in fighting, we There’s nowhere to hide even if you want!”
"Hey... we can only join up with the army and hold on as long as we can..."
The three men had no good solution and could only nod and accept Molière's idea. However, the first priority before everyone now was how to break through the enemy's defense line.
"The Chinese position is right in front of us. How are we going to get there? How can the four of us sneak in? Tangwan Mountain has been surrounded by iron barrels... Huh? Wait! Look..."
While exclaiming, the four of them looked towards the top of the mountain. Only then did they realize that there was a sudden killing sound on the high Tangwan Mountain and the sound of gunfire was loud. Countless Russian soldiers were dancing in the light and shadow of the torches, killing the New Army positions like a tide. come over.
"Oh God! Are Exon and the others organizing a night battle? It seems that God still loves us. Our opportunity has come... crawl forward and choose the opportunity to infiltrate!"
The massive counterattack of the Tsarist Russian soldiers indeed brought hope to Molière and others. They were located at the intersection of the two divisions, and the affiliation of the defense area was very confusing. It was not obvious at ordinary times, but once there was a war This is where things are most likely to go wrong.
As long as you can lurk quietly, there will definitely be an opportunity! But he never expected that what Molière was waiting for was a huge gift package that made him jaw-dropping.
Wave after wave of Russian suicide squads rushed down the mountain. The Marine Corps line that was caught off guard was rushed to pieces. Although it did not collapse, there were crises everywhere.
Taking the opportunity to move the troops back and forth, Molière's dead man slowly crawled between the rocks and trees, getting closer and closer to the main battlefield. Just when they were about to break through, a strange light spot suddenly appeared in front of them. in front of.
"Shh...what is that? It's somewhere in the middle of the war!"
