The more tragic scenes they saw, the more everyone in the team became filled with awe of war.
Let us simply regard this terrible catastrophe, which will be named World War II in later generations, as a self-consumption among human beings. Putting aside the subjective evaluation of good and evil by human factors, we will come to a conclusion. A relatively fair evaluation.
Just like Qi Zhen and the others, "outsiders" who entered this world as a third party, regardless of their positional factors, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, they would probably have the same emotion in their hearts.
There will never be a good war or a bad peace in this world.
The sound of artillery fire was getting closer and closer, which proved that the direction of the team was correct. They would soon reach the front battlefield where the two sides were fighting, not far from Florence.
"Brothers, what should I say if the Germans are fighting with the Allies again?" Wang Jianguo suddenly shouted.
"Rush over." Qi Zhen said in a deep voice.
"How to fight?" Liang Sicheng asked.
Qi Zhen pointed to the clothes on her body: "Fight how you should."
An extremely surprising scene appeared on this not-vast plain battlefield.
A German transport truck was driving towards the central battlefield from the side of the Allied defense line at extremely fast speeds. On both sides were the positions of the enemy and ours, and the two sides were exchanging fierce fire.
The appearance of this transport truck confused the Germans and the Allies, and they did not understand what happened for a while.
Obviously, the Allied forces were the first to react, and mortar shells, submachine gun bullets, and rockets began to attack their cars desperately.
"Damn it! We are a target!" Wang Jianguo shouted, trying hard to maintain the balance of the car while pressing the accelerator to the bottom.
The moment they passed through the Allied trenches, the grenades that everyone had prepared were thrown outside.
Boom boom boom!
Countless limbs and broken arms, mixed with screams flying in the air.
The appearance of Qi Zhen and the others obviously disrupted the combat arrangements of this part of the Allied forces in an instant. They probably could not have imagined why a group of German soldiers suddenly appeared behind them.
"Sorry, sorry, sacrifice."
Zhang Qi threw the grenade while muttering to himself and begging for forgiveness.
Of course, the team's offense is far more than that.
Submachine guns began pouring bullets into the Allied positions.
Allied soldiers wearing pitch-black protective gear began to fall in droves.
The car was going very fast.
Three minutes later, everyone in the team finally appeared on the German position.
Seeing that their companions in the truck had caused such heavy casualties to the enemy, the Germans on the position were delighted, and naturally they would not be tempted to attack the transport truck.
The team then safely stopped the car on the German position and filed down.
A captain stepped forward and exchanged a standard Nazi military salute with Qi Zhen.
"Which army are you from?" Qi Zhen asked straight to the point.
"We are the 9th Company of the 3rd Regiment of the 716th Division, and we were ordered to block the British attack here." The company commander replied.
"We are members of the special operations team. We have received information about the enemy's attack from behind enemy lines. We are now preparing to rush back to Florence to report to the headquarters."
Qi Zhen's heart moved, but she replied calmly.
The company commander looked happy, and then asked: "Can you reveal the content of the intelligence to us?"
Qi Zhen shook her head decisively, "This is top secret."
Qi Zhen didn't know whether there was a special operations group in the German army, but it was obvious that what he said later made the company commander focus on the following news.
But the 716th Division, why does it sound so familiar?
Qi Zhen's expression softened a bit and then said, "But I can tell you secretly."
The company commander looked happy and said, "Great, we don't know why. The enemy seems to be crazy today."
"They have obtained the method to fight the virus, so they can attack so unscrupulously." Qi Zhen said, "That's all I can say."
"You mean...those protective equipment?" The company commander was stunned.
Qi Zhen was noncommittal and continued: "How is the war situation here now?"
"It's not good." The company commander showed a wry smile. "From morning to now, the entire division's defensive front has shrunk three kilometers back. If this situation continues, I'm afraid we will soon retreat to Florence. On the secondary front."
There was a trace of anger on his face, "These damn Italians are not good at charging and fighting, but they are very talented at helping!"
"Take us to the trenches to see, maybe we can find a way." Qi Zhen said.
"OK!"
Under the leadership of the company commander, everyone entered the trench where bullets were flying.
Several strange-looking devices caught the attention of everyone in the team.
"This is the Glory launcher, but the rear hasn't transported those Glories here for a while." The company commander said helplessly.
The Germans named these viruses Glory, and those soldiers whose bodies had been strengthened by the virus and whose combat power was dazzling were called the Glory Corps, which really sounded like religious fanaticism.
In the trenches, all the German soldiers were holding their breath, waiting for the opponent's next charge.
On a real battlefield, there is rarely a situation where a single exchange of guns and artillery fire from both sides can determine the outcome of the entire battle. In most cases, artillery shells are bombarded first, and then the infantry charge.
As for whether the charging process is coordinated by infantry and tanks or something else, that is another question.
The defending side often has to build a dense enough cross-fire network to defend the enemy's attack. This time is a great test for both sides' spirit and combat literacy.
Theoretically, the battle loss ratio between the defensive and offensive sides can reach 1:3. When equipment and ammunition no longer become the key factors affecting the outcome of the battle, it depends on who can last long enough.
Obviously, these Germans have no way to compare with the overwhelming momentum of the Allies. In fact, before the virus, these German soldiers could only keep shrinking their front line. The current situation is nothing more than back to the original point.
"Is there any way?" the company commander asked.
"Yes." Qi Zhen nodded decisively and took out the military thorn from his body.
Then he stabbed the other person's neck with a pop.
This action was so natural that no one could realize what he was doing.
The team members pulled the trigger on the Germans around them almost without thinking.
Da da da da da da da!
The submachine gun bullets tore through their bodies. At the moment of death, these people were probably still wondering why these people suddenly opened fire on their allies?
The battle started quickly and ended quickly. Before the other companies discovered what was going on here, everyone in the team had already boarded the transport truck again and headed towards the west.
The direct result of this was that the next three fierce Allied attacks finally tore through the enemy's defense line here, and then drove straight in.
Neither Qi Zhen nor anyone else thought of using this method to offset the sin of killing allied soldiers.
In fact they don't think it's a sin at all.
From the beginning to now, they are just a group of outsiders who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
But this does not prevent them from still hating war.
"716 Division, why do I feel so familiar?" Liang Sicheng asked.
"It was the force that guarded Omaha Beach during the Normandy landing." Lin Biao said.
Everyone suddenly realized.
Unexpectedly, we met them here on a narrow road.
But thinking about it, nearly three months have passed since the Normandy landing, and everyone felt a bit like they were in another world.
"Because of this teacher, I lost an eye, and Qi Zhen was almost finished. How can I say, will this revenge be avenged?" Wang Jianguo asked.
"If we encounter them, we'll hunt them down. If we don't encounter them, forget it. Our time is limited," Qi Zhen said.
Passing through the frontline battlefield where the two sides were fighting, the surrounding environment was obviously much better.
The team just strutted towards Florence at an extremely fast speed.
They mingled among the German soldiers and convoys, but no one noticed anything strange about this carload of soldiers. At 3:30 in the afternoon, everyone finally arrived in Florence.
Qi Zhen and the others' worries were a bit unnecessary.
In fact, there are a large number of Italian and German troops mixed here, and the relationship between the two sides is already a bit awkward. Not to mention the front line, the German military uniforms worn by Qi Zhen and others have been a big help.
The Italian soldiers looked at them as if they were looking at the savior.
The front lines are all Germans, but there are more Italians inside and outside the city. Probably the German commanders are really afraid that these Italians will hold them back, so they only give them some work to defend the city. If the Allies can really break through several layers of defense Once we hit this point, there won't be much difference between handing over the city to the Italians and handing it over to the Germans.
Florence, like Perugia, is a city in central Italy. It is also the capital of Tuscany. It is a very famous world art capital and the birthplace of the European Renaissance.
In fact, when everyone successfully passed the interrogation at the gate of Florence and entered the city with some trepidation, the tense wartime atmosphere like outside the city was completely invisible in the city.
"The Italians are indeed as rumored." Liang Sicheng sighed as he looked at the surrounding scene.
The car drove slowly on the busy streets, and the army and the people formed a very strange but extremely harmonious scene.
"What rumors?" Zhang Qi asked.
"When looking at the history of World War II, all the books said that the Italians were the strongest driving force behind Germany's loss of victory. Choosing Italy as an ally was Germany's worst choice. Now it seems to be true," Liang Sicheng explained.
"Italians like football, coffee, painting and music, and even better food, but they don't like war. This is famous all over the world." Qi Zhen said with a smile, finally showing a long-lost smile. easy.
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