There was silence all around, with occasional sporadic gunshots coming from a distance, but they had nothing to do with this school.
After observing for a while, Captain McKay climbed out of the bunker. He guessed that the enemy should have been killed with a dagger or something like that.
Because such a strong smell of blood could not be caused by the retreat of the Germans.
But those corpses had been dragged into the distant bushes by Lu Li, and he had covered them with leaves and branches. Unless they were deliberately searching, they would not have been discovered.
"What exactly happened here?"
A soldier kept looking around, trying to follow the blood stains to figure out what happened.
Unfortunately, nothing was found——
The blood stains were far apart, intermittent, and finally seemed to disappear out of thin air.
In fact, Lu Li's weird speed and jumping ability were unbelievable even to him, let alone others.
"Sir, what should we do next? Report to the battalion headquarters, or go back and continue to defend the building."
"Take the corpse and bury it in the garden first. When the war is over, take it back to the mainland for burial."
In fact, Captain McKay hadn't figured out the reason yet, but the dire situation prevented him from thinking too much. He could only put his mind to it and continue to deal with the war. He urged: "Hurry up, maybe the enemy will come again soon." Got it!"
"Yes...yes, sir."
The surviving soldiers quickly walked over, dug holes with engineering shovels, and picked up branches.
"Captain, where are the Germans?" Lu Li walked out of the shadows, his face full of caution.
McKay wiped the blood stains on his hands with leaves and said casually: "Dead, but there is no body."
"Is anyone hurt there? I remember the Krauts threw a grenade in there."
"No, they all moved to the top floor of the school."
After saying that, Lu Li stepped forward to help dispose of the body, but he looked a little tired.
However, no one cared about it. After all, the long-term marching and fighting made everyone feel physically and mentally exhausted. It would be unreasonable to be in high spirits.
Ten minutes later, the soldiers present gathered around the grave and recited prayers. In addition, Captain McKay specially removed two wooden boards from the abandoned box, nailed them into a cross, and inserted them at the head of the grave.
In this way, the simple farewell ceremony ended.
Listening to the surrounding explosions becoming less and less, a soldier suggested: "Go upstairs and rest. The Germans should not come again in a short time."
Captain McKay nodded and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, everyone takes turns to keep watch."
Lu Li had no objection to this, but he still had concerns in his mind: Will Henry and Monk help keep the secret? The worst plan was to escape quickly and fight alone for the rest of the time.
As for the question of whether it was worth it to reveal his abilities rashly, Lu Li never thought about it.
Under the circumstances at that time, it was impossible for him to watch Monk die with his own eyes, even if this guy was an NPC, a plot character, or a program set by the principal.
Because Lu Li always believed that those who fought alongside him were flesh and blood, just like Mr. Conan Doyle.
With this complicated mentality, he followed Captain McKay and others into the teaching building.
Not long after, Munch came up to him, pointed at the portable stove and said, "Boss, I'll make you a cup of hot tea."
But soon, he noticed that some people had not returned, and the smile gradually faded.
"Thank you." Lu Li took the teapot, looked around and said, "Where are Miller and the others?"
"Looking at the Arnhem Bridge form from the top, the Germans have just fired three flares."
Monk noticed that Lu Li was doubtful and added in a low voice: "Sergeant Henry is a little tired. He has been squatting in the corner to rest since he went up."
"This guy……"
Captain McKay shook his head and said before Lu Li, "I'll be guarding the corridor. You all should find a place to rest."
Hearing this, Lu Li lowered his head and glanced at his military watch: it was one forty in the morning, and it would be five hours before dawn, which meant that the advantage of being able to see at night could still be maintained for five hours.
As soon as he thought about this, he turned around and walked upstairs with the military teapot in hand.
"I'm not sleepy either. I'll go to the rooftop and watch."
The sound reached everyone's ears.
Captain McKay didn't know why, so he just assumed that Lu Li had suffered from some kind of sequelae of the war. He didn't ask any more questions and waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse.
The main building of the school, the rooftop on the top floor.
The big Miller held a telescope with one hand and observed the situation at Arnhem Bridge——
From ten o'clock in the evening until now, truck after truck of German infantry tried to break through the defense line, while the defenders of Company A set them on fire with flamethrowers, constantly repelling the enemy's attacks.
"Everyone, please go downstairs to rest. I'll just guard here."
Lu Li's voice came from behind.
After hearing this, Miller handed him the binoculars without refusing. He said, "Call me up in two hours to change the guard." Then he led the other wounded soldiers downstairs.
Henry, who was squatting in the corner and dozing, quickly stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, you need me to accompany you..."
"No, go downstairs and rest."
Lu Li knew that he was afraid of him, especially since he had just killed someone and the strong smell of blood could not be concealed no matter what.
"Sir, I've left this half pack of cigarettes for you, as well as the blanket."
After putting down his things, Henry left quickly.
Watching the silhouette go away, Lu Li silently lit the match, walked to the handrail, and smoked while looking at the burning bridge not far away.
Although I can understand Henry's behavior, it really doesn't feel good.
At this moment, Lieutenant Grayburn was supervising the retreat of all the soldiers behind the bunker. He was seriously injured in the face, but he still stayed on the bridge.
Standing on a high place and looking at the spiraling black smoke rising from the wreckage of the vehicle, Lu Li thought to himself: This night seems to be quiet.
After all, before those abandoned vehicles are cleared away, the Germans on the south bank are unlikely to launch a large-scale attack, and the Germans at the rear will probably need time to rebuild their equipment and morale.
The facts were indeed as Lu Li guessed.
The fighting stopped for nearly five hours before dawn, as if both sides were taking a deep breath.
In the second half of the night, Lu Li did nothing but leave cigarette butts all over the floor.
And now, in the first moments of sunshine, Herlemann, a Dutch resident, sneaks upstairs to a fourth-floor room overlooking a country avenue.
There, he saw a dead German soldier lying on a flower bed full of tulips, and in the grass beside him, more than a dozen armored vehicles lined up neatly, indicating that a new battle was about to begin.
Helleman closed the curtains, his heart sinking to the bottom. With a quick glance, he noticed the costume store opposite. The battle at night shattered the window glass, and rows of knight models in armor fell to the ground.
The gentleman shed emotional tears and turned away. He hoped that this scene was not prophetic.
