"Hey, Lieutenant Moyol, listen to me!"

After finally stopping, "Kiroc" was already in a hurry to scream: "You can't bring me back to Germany, no!"

Wang Weiyi looked around. This was a good place for ambush. After carefully observing the surrounding situation, he asked slowly: "Why?"

"I'm not Kirok, no!"

"Oh, is that?" Wang Weiyi did not seem particularly panicked after hearing the news. "Do you have cigarettes?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Kirok hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them on.

Wang Weiyi lit a slut and took a deep breath: "Why should I believe you? A defected general, who is about to be brought back to Germany for trial, will always make up some very absurd excuses."

"No, listen to me"

Before "Kiroc" could finish speaking, a stream of black blood had already spurted out of his mouth. He covered his stomach and moaned in pain, and then he fell softly to the ground.

"What happened, Ernst!" Rommel hurriedly held him, put his fingers in his nose, and shook his head: "He's dead."

Wang Weiyi used his thumb and middle finger to squeeze the cigarette and sucked a few times, then threw away the cigarette butt: "But our mission is also completed, isn't it, Erwin!"

"Maybe"

"Major, someone!" Steck suddenly started to whisper.

Several people grabbed the weapons in their hands together, and at this time they saw a large number of enemies appear! The French soldiers did not shoot immediately, but were approaching here with a little caution.

"We're surrounded." Rommel observed the situation around him: "Two platoons of enemies, maybe more. Ernst, do you have any good ideas?"

"No." Wang Weiyi still acted so calm even at this time. He pulled the bolt of the submachine gun and actually said with a smile: "Elwin, maybe we will all die here, and you will never see your fiancée again."

"You will be cursed." Rommel checked his gun: "It may be my honor to fight side by side with you!"

Wang Weiyi has heard this sentence countless times. Every time he hears it, he always feels inexplicable emotion in his heart.

The French stopped and surrounded the place with only two mouths very closely, and there was no possibility of breaking through. A French lieutenant waved the white flag and walked towards the place.

"Don't shoot, I'm Lieutenant Jeremy." The Lieutenant walked up to him: "Major Desad asked me to ask you, are you Major Ernst Bryme?"

Wang Weiyi smiled: "Enster Alexand von Bryme, please call me the Skeleton Baron."

A surprise appeared in Jeremy's eyes. He seemed unable to believe that he was actually standing face to face with Ernst Breme. He calmed down his emotions:

"Baron Alexander, you are surrounded. We have seventy people, and you and your companions cannot break out. Major Desad advises you to put down your weapons and surrender, and we will guarantee that you will not be harmed."

"Is that so? Seventy people?" Wang Weiyi smiled very brightly: "We only have five people, and it seems that it is difficult for us to escape. Please tell Major Desade that I am very grateful for his kindness, but I reject his proposal and I will fight here to the end. Lieutenant Jeremy, you can go back."

"What a pity, Baron." Ensign Jeremy saluted, turned around and walked back.

Steyk fiddled with the Vila Perrosa submachine gun in his hand: "Major, you must be crazy. They have seventy people, and one of us has to deal with more than ten on average."

"Four." Wang Weiyi corrected his statement: "Prepare for the fight, Steck."

Major Desad carefully listened to the report of Lieutenant Jeremy and said with some regret: "Baron Skeleton? It's such an interesting name. I actually want to see Ernst with my own eyes, but now it seems that this wish cannot be fulfilled."

"Major, what should we do now?"

"Attack, lieutenant."

Skeleton Baron? When the French soldiers started to act, Major Desade was still thinking about this title. He remembered that the Germans had a "Red Baron" who liked to fly big red planes. Now there was another Skeleton Baron?

What a pity, I can't stand face to face with Skeleton Baron Ernst Bryme.

What a pleasant thing it would be to tell Ernst in front of him, "You are just a loser."

Suddenly, a big red plane flew overhead, and a bomb fell down and exploded in the distance. It was the Red Baron's plane, right? Major Desad thought to himself.

One day, I will kill you, just like now killing the Skeleton Baron Ernst Bryme

The truck drove out of Lance like a flying, completely disregarding anything else.

Liemon Lemon only breathed a long sigh until now. He had to admit that Major Desade's plan had achieved complete success. The enemy's special team still thought that the target they were going to kidnap was Lance, but he never expected that while the city was in chaos, the real target had already escaped Lance.

"You don't have to worry at all, General Kirok." Lima said to a solemn person beside him, wearing casual clothes, with a smile on his face.

This - is the real Feng Kirok!

"I'm very satisfied with your efforts." Kirok smiled reluctantly: "But I'm not safe before I arrive in Paris."

Remon felt that Kirok was too much of a concern: "General, do you think?"

A "boom--" sound.

Before Limon could finish his words, an explosion had already come. Limon felt that the darkness in front of his eyes followed, and a dense gunfire sounded.

The truck paralyzed there was motionless. The French soldiers on the truck panicked and raised their guns in their hands, but another rain of bullets flew over from the enemy occupying the heights, killing four French soldiers on the spot.

Lieutenant Rimon, whose face was covered in blood, was dragged down by Kirok. It took him a long time to wake up: "What happened?"

"I said that we were not safe before we arrived in Paris." Kirok's face was as deep as water: "We encountered an ambush."

"No, no!" Remon shouted out in disbelief: "The enemy is in Lance, Lance!"

However, a row of grenades flying over finally knew that he was wrong in the explosions:

Enemies are waiting for them here!

French soldiers were seriously injured, and when another row of grenades flew over and exploded, only a few people were still alive.

The unlucky Liemon was hit by a shrapnel in the abdomen, and he fell into a pool of blood and moaned loudly.

Kirok sighed and shook his head. He still couldn't escape the German pursuit. But he was very surprised. Major Desad's arrangements were so delicate, how could the enemy notice it?

"General Kirok is finished." Lieutenant Remon knew that he was not good enough: "Surrender, maybe you can still live."

Kirok smiled bitterly, and he found a white handkerchief stained with blood in Liemon's pocket and waved it hard.

The surviving French soldiers put down their weapons and saw several enemies wearing French uniforms walking towards them.

Kirok stood up from the hiding truck, threw away the handkerchief, glanced at the dead Remon, and said to the enemy who was walking towards him, "I am Esin Willwick von Kirok."

"I am Lieutenant Marley." The leader said: "General Aisin Willwick von Killock, you have betrayed your country and your faith. You will follow us back to Germany for trial. Please do not resist. I have received the authorization to kill you when you resist or escape."

Kirok sorted out his clothes: "I won't run away, even if I'll be lucky if I go back. But lieutenant, please tell me how did you plan for Major Desad?"

Mali shrugged: "You have to ask the Skeleton Baron."

"Baron Skeleton?"

"Yes, Baron Ernst Alexander von Breme."

Kirok sighed. It was Baron Alexander, so he had nothing to regret. The "creator of the Somme Miracle" always did something unimaginable.

"Where is Baron Alexander?" Kirok looked around without giving up: "I really want to see him."

"Sorry, General, I'm afraid your wish will not be realized for the time being. Baron Alexand is fighting in Lance. He must make Major Desad think that his plan has been successful and we can take you back to the German position calmly." Although Lieutenant Mali said it relaxed, his heart was heavy.

He also couldn't figure out how Major Ernst was doing now. He once suggested that Major Ernst come here to snipe and drag Lance's enemy by himself, but Major Ernst flatly rejected this suggestion:

"Only I am here can I believe Major Desad. Lieutenant Mali, please go and perform your mission. I will go back, believe me."

"Second Lieutenant, we don't have much time left, please evacuate as soon as possible."

Lieutenant Mali nodded and asked someone to take Von Kirok to leave here immediately.

At this time, another explosion came from Lance, which made Lieutenant Mali's heart tighten.

Take care, Major Ernst, you must come back.

He seemed to hear a voice sounding in his ears:
Chapter completed!