In the bright light, giant tanks weighing sixty tons were lined up in several rows and pushed towards the position.
They drove slowly across the Anhen Bridge, machine guns firing at every window of the North Shore complex and firing round after round into each house.
The Tiger tank salvos were relentless.
They are like prehistoric monsters, with their barrels spinning and spraying fire, their shells penetrating concrete walls and exploding inside houses.
Immediately afterwards, starting from the roof, the building collapsed like toy blocks, and the dust and rubble made it difficult to see nearby things.
Monk lay in the rubble, his spine broken, his thighs and hands covered with tiny shell fragments.
In severe pain, Lu Li slowly dragged his body towards the bridge.
Someone called his name from behind, it was Henry and Miller. The two men were lying in the long and narrow bunker, unable to do anything except shouting and discouraging.
However, Lu Li turned a deaf ear to this. He only had one thought in his mind: Francis Munch was dead.
This guy is so thin, and some of his comments make people feel like he is like an immature child, but fate has chosen to let him lie here, in a city that has only been seen on maps before.
Because the God of Death has been calling him since last night, but he is only twenty years old and really shouldn't die so early.
Lu Li's thoughts were confused.
The burning wood crackled all around, and the thick smell of burnt wood and gunpowder smoke filled my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.
At the same time, Hartzell sat in the command vehicle, watching his tank crews harvest lives with the precision of a scythe, watching the enemy's position on the north bank gradually turn into ruins.
Soon, a figure caught his attention.
The ferocious expression made this guy's face twist, like a wild beast.
The next moment, the guess came true.
Thin fuzz sprouted from the cortex, two pointed ears protruded from the temples, and the area from the chin to the bridge of the nose protruded forward. Lu Li's head had turned into a wolf's head.
"Oh, God……"
Henry buried his face in the rubble. Even though he had been mentally prepared, he still felt that his world view had collapsed.
As for the others, their performance was even worse. Whether it was Frost or Hartzell, they were all stunned and at a loss.
The priests accompanying the army raised the silver crosses in their arms and recited prayers.
[Wolf form characteristics: hunting, rage, bloodthirsty, shadow, regeneration, magic immunity]
At this moment, driven by instinct, Lu Li, who had lost his mind, turned into a black shadow. In just three or four jumps, he arrived at the south bank of the bridge and in front of Hartzell.
Snap!
Like a rotten orange being popped, a headless corpse fell down, blood splattered on the seat, the windshield, and the face of the adjutant sitting next to him.
Perhaps it was the smell of blood that stimulated Lu Li, who turned into a werewolf. He let out a roar and rushed towards the gathering place of soldiers, like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep. The sound of broken bones continued to sound.
"The monster killed Hartzell!"
"shot!"
"shot!"
The adjutant who had escaped unhurt pulled out his pistol and emptied the bullets in the magazine at Lu Li, who was wreaking havoc in the crowd. Other soldiers also responded by using submachine guns, rifles, or even small flamethrowers.
However, Lu Li, who was dominated by the nature of a beast, not only attacked ferociously, but also never considered defense. The pain instead stimulated the bloodthirsty gene in his body. He tore the enemies in front of him into pieces and then pounced on other targets.
A few minutes later, a vacuum zone was formed. At least four combat teams died under the giant claws, and the werewolf transformed by Lu Li was also beaten into a honeycomb shape, with blood dripping from the bullet holes.
In addition, the sun was shining brightly at this time, shining on his eye sockets, which had been shot several times by German soldiers and had stopped bleeding due to its own healing ability. Now there were only two dents, which were particularly bright in the sun. fierce.
"It seems that this demon is dead..."
Some soldiers whispered, but they still held the weapons in their hands tightly and did not dare to let go.
In this case, the Tiger tanks used to attack the positions on the north bank returned to defense, surrounded Lu Li, and adjusted their artillery fire to face this monster in everyone's eyes.
This scene looks extremely weird.
It's like a bombardment.
"Fire!" The adjutant didn't bother to wipe the blood from his face and roared until he was hoarse.
At that moment, the light and shadow trembled.
The blood mist exploded.
Click!
The spotlight turns on and the picture freezes here.
Lu Li, who was in a state of chaos a second ago, regained consciousness this second.
He looked up and looked around and found that he was back in the classroom, half of the seats were already occupied.
It seems that the shortest-lived protagonist is not me. When were these people eliminated...
Lu Li thought silently.
The next second, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of you, and an exaggerated voice came:
"Holy shit, I died so miserably!"
"Half of the head was chopped off!"
"Fortunately, this ghost school can resurrect the students, otherwise there would be no place to cry."
As he spoke, Duke first touched his head and then his calf. The movements were so large that it was difficult not to notice.
Duke caught a glimpse of a dark shadow behind him out of the corner of his eye. That place was Lu Li's exclusive seat.
After thinking this, he quickly turned around and said, "Lu Li, why are you sitting here? I really thought you could survive until the last episode."
"What happened?"
Under this guy's repeated questioning, Lu Li whispered: "He died on September 18th, the morning after the airborne landing. What about you?"
"A few hours later than you, he died that afternoon." At this point, Duke gritted his teeth and his voice became louder: "I finally broke through the blockade. As soon as I saw the Arnhem Bridge, I was blasted by an anti-tank gun. It’s my head!!!”
This guy's voice echoed throughout the classroom.
Fortunately, everyone was in a bad mood and didn't bother to argue, otherwise it would have caused another dispute.
"Okay, how about the battle situation?"
Lu Li took out a Sports cigarette from his pocket and searched for a long time but found no matchbox.
"I have fire."
There was a camping bag on Duke's back, which contained a lot of things. It can also be seen from here that he died suddenly, unlike Lu Li who was in ragged clothes and only brought back some belongings.
After a while, the two continued to chat about their respective experiences. Duke smoked a cigarette, with a look of despair on his face, and complained: "We both died too early, we probably have to go to the ordinary class."
"uncertain."
Lu Li shook his head and tried his best not to think about the past two days, because the best memory was when he first landed, eating canned food and juice with Private Francis Monk. The rest was filled with sadness and anger.
Therefore, looking at the modern classroom, he exhaled a breath and continued: "Let's talk about the battle situation first. This thing is the key. As for how long you can survive, it is part of the assessment scope, but it should not be the whole."
