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Text 1083 Tiantuan doesn¡¯t look good

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    Nicholas has recently grown accustomed to some of his partner's Indian-style habits.  He watched the Indian boy who had finished the evening communication kneel on the ground to pray, and then put strange soil on his forehead and hands.  "Do you always carry this dirt with you?" Nicholas couldn't help but ask. He had been concerned about this issue for a long time.  "No, we believe that the soil in every place contains power, so when we go to a new place, we will take new soil and process it in our own way." "Process it?" The other party nodded: "Yes.  , maybe it can¡¯t be called processing, because there is no chemical reaction or anything like that. It¡¯s just mixing the herbs with water and soil.¡± ¡°So it¡¯s called processing. So you use the soil here to pray?¡± ¡°Yes.  ¡± Nicholas nodded and did not continue to ask any more questions. The topic ended here.  After finishing the prayer, the partner stood up, pulled out the Indian scimitar that had been stuck in the soil during the ceremony, and put it into the sheath on his boot.  Nicholas once tried the knife out of curiosity, but he didn't find it any better than a dagger.  In fact, Nicholas' most trusted hand-to-hand weapon is always his pistol.  This is actually a very typical American idea, and in fact the pistol is indeed more effective. Unless the person using the dagger is close enough to take action before Nicholas notices it, Nicholas will not give him a chance to take action.  Of course, pistols have bullet limits. If all firearms are out of bullets, Nicholas' favorite weapon is the engineer shovel. It is of moderate length and has just the right weight when wielded. Moreover, the edge of the shovel is as sharp as a knife, and it is no less capable of cutting the human body.  Even if the edge is blunted, it can still be used as a blunt instrument.  In Nicholas¡¯ view, the Indian scimitar only has value as an ornament and amulet.  The dagger can also be used to slit throats during covert operations, but the shape of the scimitar cannot do such a thing.  Thinking about these irrelevant things, Nicholas yawned, twisted and stood up, and said to his partner: "I'm sleepy, let's go back to the tent." "If you are sleepy, you can go back to sleep by yourself, I  " "Don't talk nonsense, come with me." Nicholas waved impatiently.  The Indian had no choice but to turn around, pick up the military uniform that was placed on the ground before the ceremony, and walk towards this side.  At this moment, the sound of the engine came from far away.  Nicholas raised his head and followed the sound.  "The tanks are still being repaired so late at night. The mechanics are really hardworking." The Indian said in a tone of admiration.  But Nicholas¡¯s brows twisted into knots.  "Our engines all burn gasoline, and it doesn't sound like this when it's running. It's a damn diesel engine. That's what the German tanks are like." Nicholas grabbed the Indian's arm and ran towards the defensive position of the station.  While running, he shouted: "The Germans are coming! Damn it, didn't you hear the sound of the engine! The damn Germans are coming!" "Captain calm down," the Indians shouted, "There are no Germans here! There are only Germans here!"  "Yellow-skinned Chinese." "They are all the same! They have all the German equipment and their tactics are the same as the Germans. I know very well, prepare for battle!" Although Nicholas shouted loudly, the American soldiers in this station still looked like they were here.  Outside of the situation, everyone was staring at Nicholas, completely at a loss.  Nicholas ran and rolled all the way into the trench, and the Indians he was dragging also rolled in with him.  Just then, the station's alarm sounded. The American soldiers who had just looked at Nicholas inexplicably all started running, but it was obviously too late. The light of fire appeared in the desert outside the trench, and machine gun shells and  The shells from the wheeled tank's 75-gun gun rained down into the station.  "One single-barreled 40 Bofors, one four-barreled millimeter gun, two 75 guns, this is just one platoon." After speaking, Nicholas poked his head out of the trench and shouted to the American soldiers who were running around in the enemy's fire, "  The enemy has only one platoon! Hold on! Prepare to counterattack! The enemy has only one platoon!" His words did not have a good effect, and the American soldiers were still running away.  Nicholas cursed, climbed out of the trench again, and reached out to grab a passing soldier: "Go to the commander here! There are two companies here, how can they be beaten to pieces by a platoon! Go to your commander and tell him  There is only one platoon of enemies coming, let him organize a defense!" Before he finished speaking, a shell fell next to Nicholas. The shock wave of the 75-gun high-explosive shell lifted Nicholas' whole body, and then slammed into the trench.  NicolaSi felt like his spine was going to break.  He struggled to get up, and then saw the soldier he had just captured falling on the edge of the trench, his eyes wide open and empty.  Nicholas lowered his head to check his body and found no bullet wounds.  "The god of luck favors you." The Indian sounded envious, but Nicholas retorted: "Fart, if it favors me, it will not let me be attacked, and there are still a group of new soldiers around, even the commander is a  Waste!" After saying that, Nicholas climbed to the outer edge of the trench and looked towards the desert. It could be seen that the enemy's tank was parked in the distance and continued to fire, with no intention of rushing in.  "It's broken, damn, I'm really afraid of what will happen." Nicholas's muttering made the Indians very puzzled.  "What are you talking about? What's broken?" "The German reconnaissance and sabotage teams have two methods of combat. One is to rush in directly in a car and use the impact of the car to create chaos and further muddy the waters. The other is to use the car to  Stop at a distance and use fire to suppress it, but the infantry has already dismounted and approached the car before it opened fire." "But we just heard the sound of the engine" "They will get off before we can hear the sound of the engine.  Cars are advancing on foot, you idiot! From the time we heard the sound of the engine, their infantry had already reached the outer edge of our defense line. Maybe several lookout posts have been killed by now, okay?  We've entered the camp." Nicholas took out his pistol and ran to the trench in a hurry, without even having time to grab the weapon.  Nicholas clenched the pistol with both hands and looked around nervously, looking for possible Chinese soldiers.  "They may have entered the station from the other side of the direction of the tank attack." Nicholas whispered after a moment. "The reason why no counterattack has been organized yet is probably because the command system has been disrupted by the enemy who came in. The young major  Maybe he's dead." "Is that such an exaggeration?" The Indian didn't believe it. He was also holding a pistol, and his face looked excited about experiencing the battlefield for the first time. It seemed that he was the kind of person who would get a surge of adrenaline due to war.  Commonly known as chicken blood) type.  Nicholas glanced at the Indians and replied softly: "Yes, that's how the Germans killed the first platoon under my command, also in the desert, with this damn wheeled armored vehicle." At this time, Nicholas finally  I heard the running sound of the gasoline engine of the US military tank. It seemed that the mechanic boys started the Patton, which was almost repaired.  The next moment, Nicholas saw the figure of Patton's chariot. The chariot drove directly not far from the trench, and then opened fire into the desert.  Nicholas looked out again, only to find that none of the enemy's armored vehicles were disabled.  At exactly this time, Patton fired another cannon. This time Nicholas could see clearly that the shell landed in front of the enemy armored vehicle, jumped up on the ground as if floating on water, and flew into the night sky and disappeared.  ¡°If you think about it carefully, the driver on the tank is at most a mechanic with some driving training, so it¡¯s strange that he can hit it right all of a sudden.  Just as he was thinking about the enemy's counterattacks hitting Patton's frontal armor one after another, the outer surface of the armor that collapsed from the shell grazed Nicholas's cheek, leaving a long scar on his face, and traces of blood overflowed from the wound.  Nicholas pulled up the Indian and ran along the trench in the direction away from the chariot: "Stay nearby and you will be injured by flying things. Remember in the future, if the enemy's chariot is exchanging fire with our chariot, thousands of  Don't run in front of the tank. Sometimes you lose your life for no apparent reason. When I was in North Africa, my deputy platoon leader was blinded by a piece of armor." As soon as Nicholas finished speaking, he heard a rocket blast.  He was very familiar with this sound. In the North African battlefield, the Germans used weapons that could make this sound to hit countless American tanks.  Nicholas probed his head and decisively saw the strips of smoke left by rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs) against the firelight. The smoke strips appeared from the darkness not far away and finally reached the Patton.  There was a hole in Patton's side armor, and in the roof above the car body, tongues of flame several meters high were shooting into the sky.  "Sure enough, the infantry has already come in." Nicholas pushed the Indian and pressed him against the side wall of the trench. He held the pistol tightly with his other finger and stared nervously at the direction where the rockets had just been fired.  Soon, Nicholas saw several figures rushing forward from the shadows.  By the light of the fire, Nicholas could tell at a glance that those people were carrying German assault rifles.  It is very difficult to identify friend or foe in such a dark night.?, elements that can be used for identification in normal times, such as the color of military uniforms, are not easy to use in this dark night, so identifying weapons has become the most important identification method.  Of course, it is normal to pick up the other party's weapons and use them during the war, but doing so will always bear the risk of being accidentally injured by friendly forces. Therefore, as far as Nicholas knows, there are very few US troops who will pick up the German assault rifles of the Republican Guard and use them.  few.  Nicholas raised his pistol, trying to knock down the one who was running at the front of the group, but he remembered an angry shout beside him: "Put your hands up, don't kill him."
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