A Weird Theater That Started In London

There was silence all around, and occasionally there were sporadic gunshots coming from a distance, but they had nothing to do with this school.

After observing for a while, Captain McKay crawled out of the bunker. He guessed that the enemy should have been killed with something like a dagger.

Because of such a strong smell of blood, it cannot be caused by the retreat of the Germans.

But those corpses had already been dragged into the bushes far away by Lu Li, and he had covered them with leaves and branches, so if he didn't search deliberately, he wouldn't be able to find them at all.

What exactly happened here?

A soldier kept looking around, trying to follow the blood to figure out what happened.

Unfortunately, nothing was found——

The bloodstains were far apart, intermittent, and finally disappeared as if out of thin air.

In fact, Lu Li's weird speed and jumping ability were unbelievable even to himself, let alone other people.

Sir, what should we do next? Report to the battalion headquarters, or continue to stick to the building.

Contain the corpses and bury them in the garden first. After the war is over, bring them back to the mainland for burial.

Until now, Captain McKay has not figured out the reason, but the bad situation made him unable to think too much, so he could only press his mind and continue to deal with the battle, urging: Hurry up, maybe the enemy will touch you again soon. Already!

Yes... yes, sir.

The surviving soldiers hurried over to dig pits and pick up branches with engineering shovels.

Captain, where are the Germans? Lu Li stepped out of the shadows, his face full of vigilance.

McKay wiped the blood stains off his hands with a leaf, and said casually, Dead, but there is no body.

Did any of you get hurt? I think the German threw a grenade in there.

No, they all moved to the top floor of the school.

After speaking, Lu Li stepped forward to help dispose of the corpse, but he looked a little tired.

However, no one cared. After all, the long-term march and battle made everyone feel physically and mentally exhausted. It would be unreasonable if they were in high spirits.

Ten minutes later, the soldiers gathered around the grave and recited prayers. In addition, Captain McKay deliberately removed two wooden boards from the discarded boxes, nailed them into crosses, and inserted them into the grave.

In this way, the humble farewell ceremony ended.

Hearing that the sound of explosions around was getting less and less, a soldier suggested: Go upstairs and rest. In a short time, the Germans should not come again.

Captain McKay nodded, and said in a deep voice, Let's go, everyone will take turns to watch the night.

Lu Li didn't have any objections to this, but he still had concerns in his heart: Will Henry and Monk help keep the secret, or the worst plan is to flee quickly and fight alone for the rest of the time.

As for whether rashly exposing his ability is worth it, Lu Li never thought about it.

At that time, it was impossible for him to watch Monk die with his own eyes, even if this guy was an NPC, plot character, or a program set by the principal.

Because Lu Li has always believed that those who fight side by side with him have flesh and blood, just like Mr. Conan Doyle.

With this complicated state of mind, he followed Captain McKay and others into the teaching building.

Not long after, Monk greeted him, pointed to the portable stove and said, Boss, I made you a cup of hot tea.

But soon, he noticed that some people failed to return, and the smiles gradually disappeared.

Thank you. Lu Li took the tea mug, looked around and said, Where are Miller and the others?

Observing the form of the Arnhem Bridge from the top floor, the Germans have just fired three flares.

Monk sensed that Lu Li had doubts, and added in a low voice: Sergeant Henry is a little tired. Since he got up, he has been squatting in a corner to rest.

This guy……

Captain McKay shook his head, and said ahead of Lu Li, I'll be guarding at the entrance of the corridor, you all should find a place to rest.

Hearing this, Lu Li looked down at his military watch: it was 1:40 in the morning, and it would take another five hours for dawn, which meant that the advantage of night vision would last for another five hours.

With this in mind, he turned around and walked upstairs with the military tea mug in his hand.

I'm not sleepy either, I'm going to watch on the rooftop.

The voice spread to everyone's ears.

Captain McKay didn't know why, he just assumed that Lu Li had some kind of after-effects of the war, and didn't ask further, he waved his hand to signal the crowd to disperse.

The main building of the school, the top floor roof.

The big Miller held a telescope in one hand, observing the situation on the Arnhem Bridge——

From ten o'clock in the evening until now, truck after truck of German infantry tried to break through the line, while the defenders of Company A set them on fire with flamethrowers, and kept repelling the enemy's attack.

Everyone go downstairs to rest, I'll just guard here.

Lu Li's voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Miller handed him the binoculars, without refusing, said Call me to get up and change the guard in two hours, and then led the other wounded soldiers downstairs.

And Henry, who was squatting in the corner and dozed off, quickly got up and said in a trembling voice: Sir, I need to accompany you...

No, let's go downstairs and rest.

Lu Li knew that he was afraid of him, especially since he had just killed someone, and he couldn't hide the strong smell of blood.

Sir, this half pack of cigarettes is left for you, and so is the blanket.

After putting down his things, Henry left quickly.

Watching that figure go away, Lu Li silently lit a match, walked to the handrail, smoked while looking at the burning bridge not far away.

Although I can understand Henry's behavior, this feeling is really not good.

Lieutenant Greyburn was at the moment supervising the retreat of all soldiers behind cover, badly wounded in the face, but remained on the bridge.

Standing on a high place and looking at the black smoke spiraling up from the wreckage of the vehicle, Lu Li thought: This night seems to be quiet.

After all, before those abandoned vehicles are cleared, the Germans on the south bank are unlikely to launch a large-scale attack, and the Germans in the rear probably need time to regroup their equipment and morale.

The facts were indeed as Lu Li guessed.

The fighting stopped for nearly five hours before dawn, as if both sides were taking a deep breath.

In the second half of the night, Lu Li didn't do anything except leave cigarette butts all over the floor.

And now, in the first moments of sunshine, Dutch resident Herlemann sneaked upstairs to a fourth-floor room overlooking a country road.

There, he saw a dead German soldier lying on a flower bed full of tulips, and a dozen armored vehicles lined up neatly in the grass beside him, indicating that a new battle was about to start.

Heleman drew the curtains, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. After a quick glance, he noticed the costume shop opposite again. The night battle shattered the window glass, and rows of armored knight models fell to the ground.

The gentleman wept emotionally, turned away, and hoped that the scene was not prophetic.