This is just the beginning.
Su Ming bent down, tossed their weapons aside, and removed the grenades from their bodies for a while.
The two bodies were dragged to the side of the grass, where from time to time patrols would pass by in the distance, and the bodies could not be placed on the road.
The people of the underground guerrillas might need cigarettes, and Su Ming planned to bring some small gifts back, so he fumbled in the young man's breast pocket.
In German-occupied areas, cigarettes were in high demand, almost as a hard currency, and countless addicts could not buy them with a wave of money.
All the cigarette factories were converted into ammunition factories or other arsenals.
The mustache himself does not smoke and calls on Germans not to smoke, and Germany no longer produces cigarettes.
But he also knew that the army must have cigarettes, and not everyone was an iron warrior.
A cigarette is always helpful when a soldier's stomach is tumbling after he has killed someone, or when he is seriously wounded and is about to bleed to death.
German soldiers could buy Swiss-made Davidoff cigarettes from the Quartermaster Office, which is now the only stable source of cigarettes in Paris.
Occasionally, smuggled American cigarettes come in, but in smaller quantities.
Because both are imported goods and are expensive, so now in Paris, two packs of cigarettes can be exchanged for a stunning beauty to spend a good night together.
It doesn't matter if you're German or French, you can smoke it.
In addition, mustache-free items, such as alcohol or meat, can also be used as hard currency.
Compared with the German soldiers, the partisans who were under more mental pressure needed these things even more, canned meat and these paper roll leaf sticks, which were always a sharp weapon to bring the relationship closer.
In the pockets of the young soldiers, he found most of the remaining packs of cigarettes, a silver-plated kerosene lighter, a national socialist party card, and a black-and-white photograph.
The photo shows a beautiful woman with blonde hair, wearing a white dress and smiling gently, with a swing behind her and a thick and thick tree.
The photo was stained with blood.
Su Ming shook his head slowly, the eyepiece in the dark night shone for a moment, he wiped the photo with his palm, put it on the corpse's chest, and pressed it with the corpse's palm.
Then he turned around and walked towards the position.
There is no right or wrong in war, and it never changes, and this young man is just one of the millions who have died in vain.
The warrior's path is often not a matter of words, but the number of people who have fallen on the road is innumerable.
So Steve would have the idea of stopping the war, because it would only make humanity miserable.
Su Ming didn't want to participate in any world war, he just wanted to do his own thing, but when he looked back, he also found that he was deeply involved.
There was a slight clicking sound from the gravel path underfoot, and there was a faint figure shaking in the position, and several anti-aircraft guns were scattered among them, not even camouflaged.
Su Ming slowly pulled out the dagger, the specially treated owl dagger would not have a trace of reflection, and now was the time to use it.
A few minutes later, he silently killed all the German troops here, with sentries standing guard in other directions, but many more soldiers had fallen asleep in their dreams.
Su Ming slowly walked out of the tent, the heavy smell of blood lingered on his armor, although he tried his best to do it neatly, but the number of more than 100 people still made him bloody all over.
Things are going well.
He walked up to an anti-aircraft gun and checked it, the ammunition was on the gun emplacement, ready to go into combat at any time.
He twisted it with his hands, adjusted the time-delay fuse, loaded the shell, pointed the muzzle of the gun into the air, and pressed the pedal.
In the night, some fireworks are more dim than the night.
There was only a flash of light, and all that remained was shrapnel wrapped in darkness.
The airships in the sky were suddenly in chaos, dodging the shells while constantly searching for the source of the attack with powerful searchlights.
In fact, it is also easy to find, after all, the fire of the cannon is flashing on the ground.
Soon, countless spotlights shone on Su Ming's body, he seemed to be standing in the center of the stage, and next, countless people were applauding him.
The airships returned fire, and the huge caliber guns fired huge fireballs and flew towards this direction.
The roar and roar they brought was really the warmest applause.
Su Ming still unhurriedly loaded the shells and fired them, as if he didn't feel the slightest threat.
Every time the airship fired, he could see that they would pan in the opposite direction a lot, which reminded Su Ming of crabs.
Just a few seconds later.
The entire position was plunged into various explosions, with high-explosive shells blowing up huge fireballs, flying tons of dirt, and some detonating the ammunition on the positions, triggering a chain reaction.
Su Ming felt that the ground had softened, and he was tossed up and down like a surf, and the loud noises and concussions completely surrounded him.
He still unhurriedly reloaded the anti-aircraft guns, opened fire.
It's just that the symbiote has retracted into its body, and the loud noise and flames make it very uncomfortable, and Su Ming fires methodically while feeling the coldness of the icon's armor.
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Until a shell hit his anti-aircraft gun, turning the anti-aircraft gun into a small pile of steel slag in an instant, blowing Su Ming away from afar.
By this time the entire anti-aircraft artillery position was already a big pit.
Su Ming emerged from the dirt, the soft soil as if it had been arched by an earthworm or an ant, and he looked at the approaching Germans in the distance of the street, and then quickly left and dived into the darkness.
Now the target is the next anti-aircraft gun position.
Being hit by a heavy cannon is inevitable, but this is much less powerful than Barbatos' energy beam, and it only takes a short time to heal itself.
Sneak through the dark, run along the ditch on the corner, and fly up to a small building in the other direction with the help of a cape.
He moved on to his next goal.
Jumping from building to rooftop, he crossed the streets, and in the face of strong winds, he occasionally looked up at the sky, but it was like looking at a large fish tank.
The airship swam around inside, constantly changing formations, but it didn't jump out of the tank.
It seems that the time of the next delay fuse will be adjusted a little longer, so that the height of the cannonball explosion is closer to the airships, so that if it goes on again and again, I don't believe that the commander on the opposite side has such a big courage.
Once, twice, three times It was not yet midnight that day, and almost all the anti-aircraft artillery positions in Paris were visited by Su Ming, in addition to him constantly harassing the airship, Wade's three women were also constantly making trouble in the city.
You can see that the whole city is full of explosions and flames, the Germans have all been dispatched, and the city is starting to be in chaos.
Su Ming also noticed that some French would secretly drag lone German soldiers into dark alleys, and then never came out.
This series of actions of his own triggered the madness of the citizens of Paris, and they also began to act spontaneously.
There was chaos everywhere.
It's just that at this time, he sat quietly on the roof of Notre Dame Cathedral, his legs hanging down from the edge, quietly smoking a cigarette and looking at the sky.
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