Conquer Berlin

Clanking and clanging, Yamamoto's face became suspicious at this time. A heavy rain directly lost their target. What annoyed Yamamoto the most was that Picasso was ashamed to ride the car all the way, and they But he can only run forward with both feet. It is strange that this speed can really catch up.

Yamamoto wanted to protest, but this vigorous protest would only bring him greater shame. Picasso behind him would definitely take the opportunity to make trouble. For Picasso to wear small shoes all the way, it really made Yamamoto Extremely annoyed, the emotions of his soldiers were severely hit, which is a very bad war weariness.

Fujino Watanabe complained aggrievedly: "Baga, these Nazis are too deceitful, they have the nerve to ride all the way, making us rain all the way, and the warriors of the empire were ruined by them to be war-weary Feeling emotional, Major Yamamoto, as the commander, shouldn't you take some practical actions?"

Fujino Watanabe originally had a rough idea of ​​Yamamoto's heart, and now he can't miss it when he finds an opportunity. He just blatantly accused Yamamoto of his faults. If he had a firmer attitude, maybe they would not have been reduced to the current situation. Being bullied to such an end, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Fujino Watanabe felt that Yamamoto was not suitable to be a commander at all.

Kato Jiro, drenched in the heavy rain, did not refute or support what Fujino Watanabe said. He has always been neutral, and he is not in the mood to participate too much at this time. Sit in the car behind and never have to walk on your feet again. [

Yamamoto suddenly raised one hand, shouted loudly and stopped advancing, then turned his head and glared at Fujino Watanabe and said, "Watanabe, if you have the ability to persuade Picasso behind, I don't mind putting my own The position of commander is given to you, or you have good force to subdue him, if you don't have the ability, shut your stinky mouth!"

"You! Good, good!" Fujino Watanabe calmed down after seeing Yamamoto's unkind gaze and the movement of drawing his sword, and he stopped saying two good words immediately. Only now did he remember that the Supreme Commander It was Yamamoto, and he was just an assistant to the adjutant. If Yamamoto got angry and chopped him alive, he would deserve it.

As soon as Yamamoto saw the dilapidated wooden house in front of him, he turned his head and looked at Jiro Kato and said, "Jiro Kato, order you to go down to the dilapidated house in front of you to rest. As for the Nazis behind you, let them chase after them slowly." Alright, the Imperial Warriors need to rest!"

"Hi!" Kato Jiro didn't talk nonsense, and waved his hand to signal his men to go into the broken wooden house to rest. As for the Nazis behind, I'm sorry, the broken wooden house can barely squeeze these people in. They want to hide from the rain and rest honestly Just stay and get in their own car.

On the tracked armored command vehicle, Bills watched the Japanese in front of him enter the dilapidated wooden house with a surprised expression. Seeing their actions, it was obvious that they didn't want to move on, but were looking for a place to rest. The confused Bills saw it Yan commanded Picasso in the car to close his eyes and meditate, just about to say something, but remembered what he didn't say.

Picasso suddenly opened his eyes, and said what Biers was astonished: "Biers, the Japanese can't hold on anymore, can they? To deal with these ambitious Japanese, it's like treating your own dog. They're too good, or they'd be mad dogs in arms!"

Bills didn't speak or answer. Bills didn't think much about these so-called international allies at all. Their arrival was just a little more manpower, let alone a cannon fodder-level team. Life and death had nothing to do with him. His mission was just to Just destroy the allies who sneaked in.

Picasso didn't seem to care whether Biers was listening to him, and continued to say: "When mad dogs bite their masters, let them know that without their masters, they are just wild dogs. You can't treat these wild dogs with confidence." Be soft and kind, otherwise, we will be the ones who suffer!"

Bills nodded and said teachably: "Sir, as you said, if the mad dogs want to bite people, we will whip them to let them know that the master is not easy to bully, but, sir, these mad dogs are disobedient and hide away in a fit of mood. I went into the house to shelter from the rain, you see..."

Biers couldn't help but frown at the Japanese's halfway strike. The motorcycle soldiers of the mobile team were still parked in front to get wet. If these mad dogs didn't leave, would it be possible to stay there all night?This is what Bills is most worried about. If these mad dogs do it on purpose, they will torment people to death.

Picasso sneered and said lightly: "You need to pay attention to the art of slave dogs. Dogs will bite people when they are in a hurry. Let them take a breath and toss slowly. Do you really think that this officer will expect them to lead the way? Biers, put Take out the map, and plan out the nearby information!"

Picasso did not expect these Japanese to lead the way to catch up with the elites of the Allied Forces. At this time, Picasso was thinking about one thing. These elites of the Allied Forces must have unfinished tasks. What did Picasso think of? He opened his mouth and ordered Bills to unify all the information of the surrounding teams.

With Picasso, a person from the headquarters, the correspondent quickly connected the communication of the surrounding parts, and asked about the surrounding situation according to Picasso's intention, while Biers took out the map and spread it out in the limited space, Looking at the specific location on the map, Picasso guessed the approximate route of the Allied forces in his mind.

Picasso pointed to several towns on the map, and muttered to himself in bewilderment: "The town of Merlin, the town of Toronto, the town of Tantas... There are so many places, these Allied rats Where did you go? These guys must be wandering around this area, where is it?"

Biers sat on the side without speaking, and listened quietly to Picasso's muttering. The head of state will personally send him to hunt down and kill the elites of the Allied forces, and the feelings have already been calculated.

While Picasso was meditating, the correspondent ran over to report the news and said: "Report, there is a message from the town of Myers. Tomorrow night, a super cannon escorted by the 108rd Battalion of the [-]th Regiment will pass by. The other commander requests Send additional manpower to prevent guerrillas from destroying at the transfer station!"

"The town of Myers? Super cannon?" Picasso didn't react for a while after hearing the report from the correspondent. When the correspondent reported the information again, Picasso quickly looked at the town of Myers. Looking at the map, he thought in his mind that the route of the Allied elite might be heading towards the small town of Myers.

Picasso is not very sure that the Allied forces will be in the town of Myers, surrounded by heavy firepower. The most likely possibility is that the super cannon will enter the town of Myers or leave it between two distances, and attack the town of Meers by storm. It is an irrational behavior, unless they have a large army and tanks, otherwise there is no way to storm the defense of Mels like an iron barrel.

After Picasso figured out the routes and goals of the Allied elites, he lowered his head and meditated on the two most dangerous road sections on the map. Flemish Bridge, two locations, which one is their main target?”[

When Picasso was in a dilemma, Bills reminded him in time: "Sir, we can only split into two groups now. We can either go to the Chrysant Bridge or the Flemish Bridge. Choose one of the two." , and leave the rest to the Japanese behind!"

Picasso said with a puzzled expression: "Split the troops into two groups? It's a bit risky, but there is no way to do it. The Chrisan Bridge is still [-] miles away. If the Japanese run over on foot, as long as they don't be lazy We should be able to get there before night, the Flanders Bridge is a little farther away, I am afraid that only our mobile unit has gone, I believe they will definitely choose one of them!"

After much deliberation, Picasso couldn't come up with any good solution, so he could only adopt Bills' suggestion. Instead of wasting time here, it's better to prepare everything quickly. The news of this super giant cannon is really not good At that time, what Picasso is most worried about now is where these allied elites got the explosives to blow up the bridge or something.

With a gloomy face, Picasso clenched his hands into fists and said angrily: "Notify the troops to start setting off, Biers, to warn the Japanese, if they don't make it to the Chrisan Bridge by tomorrow night, what will happen there?" If so, tell them to go back where they came from, go quickly!"

"Ah? Yes, sir!" Seeing Picasso's angry expression, Biers didn't think twice, opened the car door and jumped out, and ran to the broken wooden house where the Japanese were ashamed to hide from the rain, cursing in his heart. These Japanese people really know how to think, even thinking about sheltering from the rain.

When Yamamoto and the others had just built a fire to prepare for supper, Bills kicked the door angrily, and seeing them ashamed of preparing for supper, he yelled angrily: "Okay, you guys, are you here?" Business or travel? Go back immediately if you don’t want to do it!”

"Baga, what are you talking about, how dare you beat me..." Fujino Watanabe was also full of anger at this time, yelling at Bills, if Yamamoto hadn't stopped Fujino Watanabe while drinking, this guy would really have drawn his sword The urge to rush up and kill Beers.

"The commander has an order. If you can't make it to the Chrisan Bridge tomorrow night, go back wherever you came from! Huh!" Bills gave a contemptuous glance and walked away after finishing his words. These Japanese are really good at enjoying themselves. They are outside In the rain, these guys are so ashamed to prepare supper inside, it makes me very annoyed when I think about it.

Under the gaze of his subordinates, Yamamoto stood up with a gloomy face and said, "Pack up your things and get ready to go!"