A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 2:30 in the afternoon.

　　 As the convoy moved forward, the reconnaissance company met hordes of Dutchmen in various places on the three marching routes. They were elated, even hysterical.

　　 Before that, the farmer named Yang Pennings helped Lu Li and his party confirm the landing area, then returned to the small village and notified relatives and friends to come to meet the allied forces.

　　 Lu Li didn't care at the time either. He thought he could get rid of this group of people when the speed came up, but after a while, reality slapped him again.

　　 It’s just a few jokes. Many people who have listened to the radio, regardless of obstructions and warnings, walked out of their homes, looking for the presence of the Allies.

　　 Then, he blocked Lu Li's convoy on the road.

　　In the eye, there is an orange, because that is the color that symbolizes the Netherlands.

　　 "We are free. Free!"

　　 All kinds of cheers are endless, making Munch feel that he is not coming to fight, but to participate in the celebration banquet. He tilted his head and said: "Boss, they interfered with our schedule."

There are worries in the words, and inconspicuous soldiers like Munch know: This practice is undoubtedly a kind of drag. They gather, wave, and cheer, and stuff apples and pears into the back of the jeep. However, there are ammunition, Fuel tank.

　　 At this moment, Lu Li seriously suspected that the sniper had been eyeing them, so he exhorted: "Everyone wears helmets. You know, berets can't play a defensive role."

　　 "Sir, I can almost expect that the enemy's tank troops will come out of Arnhem and greet us together."

　　 Correspondent Jerry straightened his helmet, and while tying the belt, he complained: "This is too dangerous, this group of people don't understand anything!"

　　 "Damn country farmer!"

　　 "A bunch of idiots!"

　　 "They are German accomplices, right."

　　 There were shouts of scolding among the three cars at the same time.

　　 In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, Lu Li stopped this dangerous argument and said in a cold voice, "So, do you kill them with a gun?"

　　 "Hon the horn and move on."

　　 After finishing speaking, Lu Li turned on his car lights and kept honking his horn, but unfortunately it didn't work. He overestimated the IQ of this group of people.

　　 Facts have proved that in most cases, the pig teammates are more terrifying than the **** opponents.

I saw a group of children rushing to the front of the car with a hand-stitched orange flag under the sign of their mother, constantly tapping the car lights and glass windows, like little demons, while the adults surrounded the convoy from all sides and carried them around. Dancing in circles, like a madman.

　　 "Lu Li, what do you think should be done?"

　　 At this time, Miller's voice came from the walkie-talkie. It was also the first time he encountered this situation, and he couldn't think of a countermeasure.

　　 "I will go down and talk to them."

　　 "Other people stay in the car, keep quiet."

　　 Lu Li was helpless, after all, he couldn't really kill these kind-hearted villagers.

　　 Therefore, after telling his soldiers, he took the captured submachine gun and walked out of the cab.

　　 The next moment, Lu Li regretted it.

　　 The group of children rushed over screaming, pinned the small orange piece of cloth on his combat pants, and bounced around.

　　 The men are also crazy. Most of them are reaching out to grab Lu Li's marching backpack and stuffing chocolate and fruit hard candies into it.

　　 "Everyone, it's too dangerous here. There may be war at any time, so you should go back first, so as not to be unnecessarily affected."

　　 Just as he was about to continue speaking, an old man walked over with a cane, stumbling while shouting in stuttering English:

　　 "I am 78 years old and I have never participated in a war before. I want to take a look at the war."

　　 At this moment, Lu Li understood that, like the old man Fan Niss, the gentleman who knows how to advance and retreat, knows how to measure, after all, is a minority.

　　 It's hard to persuade the **** good words.

　　Since this morning, the people have been dazzled by their blind self-confidence. On the contrary, these paratroopers who were originally full of confidence have become cautious.

　　 "Thank you all the way, let's drink something."

　　 Suddenly, an enthusiastic Dutch girl pushed away from the crowd, and passed the large plate in her hand to Lu Li, with beer, milk and juice on it.

　　 Just like this, the prelude was kicked off.

　　 A group of girls rushed up. They tapped the car window lightly and waved small orange flags continuously.

　　 Francis Munch swears that in the first two decades of his life, he has never met so many passionate and beautiful girls. Perhaps the small umbrella hidden in the innermost backpack of the marching backpack will come in handy tonight.

　　 There are many soldiers holding this idea. They opened the door of the car, received various condolences from the Dutch, and then took out some small gadgets from the backpack as a gift. What's more, they hugged and kissed the girls unscrupulously.

　　Of course, most of the people who got out of the jeep were recruits. They had not experienced the war, but were only well trained by the instructors.

　　 "Get in the car! Guys, don't forget the mission."

　　 "Beware of possible snipers!"

　　 At this moment, Lu Li was standing on the front cover of the jeep, trying to stop the soldiers from coming in disorder, while the most beautiful girl was climbing on it.

　　 Sergeant Miller felt extremely angry, and at the same time showed an old-fashioned side: "Damn it, go out and kick the recruit's ass! Before you learn how to fight, UU read www.uukanshu.com and start enjoying it, come on!"

　　 Several non-commissioned officers began to follow suit.

　　 "I must go now."

　　 Seeing this, Munch broke free from the arms of a girl, glanced at the top of his head secretly, and said righteously: "Sir, this is not the time to indulge in pleasure, so hurry up."

　　Because that the most beautiful blonde girl is pestering Lu Li, it makes people want to replace her.

"I like this feeling, but unfortunately, there are more important things to do." After Sergeant Henry dragged the two soldiers back into the carriage, he poured a half glass of beer into his belly, leaned against the door and slapped his mouth: "The taste is very authentic. ."

　　 "Indeed, to me, these wines are more attractive than girls." The correspondent chewed on the sweet apples and smiled: "How should our new chief choose?"

　　 "Don't do this, it's not appropriate..."

　　 Lu Li was fed up with this kind of entanglement, but helplessly, he kept dodges, but the girl with the best figure became more enthusiastic and got closer again.

　　咻!

　　 A sharp whistling sound rang, wind brushed from my ear, and then hot blood.

　　 The Dutch girl fell down.

　　 She was shot for Lu Li.

　　 "Sniper!" Munch cried.

　　 And Henry dragged the two people in the same car to the rear of the car and lifted the bulletproof steel plate.

　　He is the marksman of the First Airborne Division, equipped with Lee Enfield's No.4 rifle, with a triple mirror attached to it.

　　 In fact, Henry specifically targeted military officers. He once shot and killed a German lieutenant on the battlefield in North Africa, and now he wants to find his hidden counterparts.

　　 Almost at the same time, Lu Li, who jumped off the cover of the car, picked up his MP40 submachine gun and fired directly at the bushes sixty yards away.