A Weird Theater That Started In London

The night sky is as bright as day.

Lu Li pulled the trigger hard, and with a sharp whistle, the armor-piercing projectile kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground and hit the old-fashioned armored vehicle head-on.

Before the captain in charge of manipulating MG42 had time to react, he felt his eyes go dark, and several German soldiers in the same car were blown up by the air waves, their torsos were shattered.

The soldiers on both sides were stunned.

Can humans really achieve this kind of reaction speed?

One second before, three flares were launched into the air, and the next moment, the armored vehicle was hit.

Fortunately, this group of people has never been exposed to modern games, otherwise a word would pop up in their minds: self-aiming lock hanging.

At this moment, Captain McKay, who was closest to him, fell into a daze. He kept pulling the trigger until the sound of emptying the machine gun came out before he reacted.

This...you...

How did you do it?

He asked incoherently.

Good luck, Blessed Virgin Mary.

Lu Li felt that the glory should be returned to God, after all, Westerners believe in this.

Of course, they couldn't help but believe it. Anyway, they didn't kill the target in the dark. Therefore, there was no other possibility except to attribute it to good luck.

After a short silence, McKay chose to believe. He stared at Lu Li and said, I will report this matter afterwards. You should get a medal and a promotion in terms of position.

And Miller, who was leading the combat team forward, muttered to himself: Is there any trick?

From the afternoon till now, he had used the PIAT twice in total, and he never hit the target. When it was Lu Li's turn to operate, he hit the target with one shot each time.

Boss, I have already said that. Monk said while changing the magazine, The bad luck has been used up, and we have good luck again.

The British positions were filled with lightness and optimism, while the German positions were the opposite.

When the MG42 machine gun was reimbursed, morale inevitably became low.

However, Lu Li didn't care about these things, he just wanted to quickly pass through this area and reach the floating bridge ferry smoothly.

In fact, there is nothing more inspiring than having it still intact.

Two minutes later, the sound of a grenade exploding came from the front. The remaining soldiers who were using machine guns to attract the attention of the enemy knew that the combat team had touched them, so they stepped up their offensive.

Soon, the sound of gunfire and explosions in front became more and more scattered, which was obviously a good sign, indicating that it could move forward again.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Lu Li, who had completed his task, walked to the side of the jeep, opened the door of the back seat, and prepared to move Jerry out.

The situation was urgent and there was no time to waste. This corpse could only be handed over to the troops who arrived later.

Sniper Henry came over to help Lu Li carry it, and said, He is an excellent communicator, and his performance in North Africa is well known.

Lu Li nodded, he has a peculiar feeling for every red devil:

Maybe I'm meeting you for the first time, but I can entrust my life to you, like Big Miller and Toolman Monk.

Is this filming?

Does the so-called script really exist?

In a daze, Lu Li thought of these unsolvable questions again, and his heart became more and more at a loss.

If the nervous Duke was present, he would probably persuade him in this way: No matter how tricky this crappy school is, he was admitted by himself.

Lu Li did miss that optimist for two days. It's a pity that Duke, who claims to be a salted fish, has no time to be distracted. He is struggling to survive on the northernmost jaguar route.

Sir, ten German soldiers have been captured!

A voice pulled Lu Li back from his thoughts.

Under the leadership of Miller, the paratroopers returned to the position with a row of disarmed prisoners of war.

At the same time, Captain McKay began to interrogate the soldiers, trying to figure out which unit they were from and what the situation in the city was like.

Unfortunately, the language barrier.

Or, the group of German soldiers deliberately did not cooperate.

Lu Li retracted his gaze, looked down at his watch, and began to repair the jeep.

The left rear tire is blown, you go and remove the spare tire.

Henry was helping on the side, and the damage to the car in front of the two of them was not serious: the windshield was shattered into spider webs, a tire was flat, and the metal fender at the rear of the car was pitted.

In other words.

It looks broken, but it still works.

In the next ten minutes, everyone ignored the cleaning of the battlefield and quickly overhauled the vehicles.

In the end, six jeeps without windshields continued to drive towards the pontoon ferry, while the ten prisoners were handed over to a soldier with a forearm injury to guard.

The car that Lu Li was in was still leading the way, but the smell of blood diluted the excitement brought by the victory. Monk thought that Henry, who was sitting alone in the back row, must be very depressed, so he didn't bother him.

In silence, the convoy raced through the streets of Arnhem to the pontoon bridge.

It straddles the Lower Rhine with a length of 100 meters, with no end in sight.

Sir, take a look first before...

Lu Li ignored the persuasion of others, opened the car door, and ran towards the river.

At this moment, the ferry was extremely quiet, undefended, and no enemies were seen.

Follow!

After giving the order, Captain McKay chased after him. He was also very excited. A complete pontoon bridge is of great significance to the 1st Airborne Division.

Soon, under the leadership of the two, the paratroopers set foot on the bridge.

Almost instantly, the engineers realized that something was wrong. This season, the flow of the Rhine River was not fast, and the pontoon bridge, which was supposed to allow motorcycles to pass, began to sink after just a dozen people stood on it.

The experienced Captain Mackay stopped in his tracks and motioned for everyone to step back.

Through the thin water vapor, Lu Li saw the scene of despair, and whispered:

I guess, the bridge... has been torn down in the middle, so I'm afraid it's useless.

After saying that, he stared towards the east. Less than a mile away from the pontoon bridge ferry, the huge reinforced concrete bridge showed its outline in the moonlight.

Arnhem Bridge, also known as Anheng Bridge.

It looms eerie and daunting in its height.

Those concrete ramps alone can be called a comprehensive building complex. Below them, there is a road running through east and west. On both sides, there are houses and factory buildings, and the height of the top is only level with the ramp.

Everyone present knew that it was the most important target, the core of Operation Market Garden.

In order to see it with their own eyes, the entire airborne division has been marching urgently for nearly six hours, and Lu Li, Monk and others were air-dropped to the enemy's base camp last night, also for it.

Now there is no need to do the headache of multiple choice questions, let's go, red devils.

Captain Mackay shrugged, and the tense corners of his mouth showed that he was not at peace.