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Chapter 1484 The entire army was wiped out
"Not allowed to move!"

G2 members shouted as they searched Heinz, but he had no dangerous items on him except for his identification.

Sting pushed aside his subordinates and walked up to the other man, asking in German, "What is your name? What is your position? How many people are still in the underground laboratory?"

“You can speak English.” Heinz lowered his hands and replied quickly, “My name is Heinz, and I am the head of the laboratory. The guards and staff inside have been drugged with anesthetic gas.”

He recognized the attackers by their uniforms and immediately answered the question in a standard New York accent.

Upon hearing this, Sting gestured with his chin toward the hidden door, and a team of G2 immediately donned hazmat suits and entered the hidden door to check the situation.

Ten minutes later, someone came out and reported to Sting: "Major, the Germans are all unconscious, and the guys are dealing with it."

The American soldier who was speaking took off his gas mask and smiled. He had thought that attacking the laboratory would be a difficult battle, but he did not expect it to be so easy.

Sting turned his gaze to the seemingly harmless Heinz and asked coldly, "Did you release the anesthetic gas?"

Heinz pushed up his glasses and nodded slightly: "Yes, Major, the war is over. There is no need to sacrifice more people for a war that was destined to be lost."

This statement seemed to make some sense, but Sting knew that Heinz was just trying to use a legitimate reason to cover up his inner cowardice.

He scrutinized Heinz for a few moments, then asked, "What's in the lab? Answer carefully, it's a matter of your life."

Heinz looked around, took a few steps forward, and whispered a name. Sting grabbed the other person's collar, looking very agitated.

"What did you say? If you dare lie to me, I swear I will!"

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, Heinz was about to make a promise when his face was suddenly splashed with some kind of hot, wet liquid, and his vision turned blood red. Then, he heard a loud bang.

He rubbed his face and eyes hard, finally seeing what had happened. Just moments ago, Sting had a smug look on his face, but now there was a large hole on the right side of his head, and the hand that was gripping his collar slowly loosened.

Sting, a veteran officer who had carried out several top-secret missions, died on the eve of victory. For a professional soldier, this was perhaps the best ending.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more gunshots rang out, and Sting's radio operator collapsed to the ground with a thud, black smoke billowing from the radio he was carrying on his back.

"Enemy attack! Counterattack!"

The remaining G2 members seemed to snap out of their daze and tried to warn their comrades, but when they saw the attackers' location, these American soldiers abandoned any intention of resistance and rushed towards the underground entrance without looking back.

Because at some point, the G2 members on guard duty on the wall were replaced by a group of fully armed masked men.

With the enemy positioned on higher ground, resistance was futile; the only hope was to rush into the underground laboratory and wait for reinforcements.

But after running a few steps, the American soldiers at the forefront were pinned to the spot by bullets, and the ground was instantly littered with corpses, and the laboratory entrance was sealed off.

The shooter was very accurate and didn't waste a single bullet. Seeing that things were going badly, the other G2 members rushed into the church, attempting to put up a last-ditch resistance.

During this time, the gunfire continued to ring out at a steady pace, and with each shot, an American soldier fell.

From the laboratory entrance to the church, a distance of just over twenty meters, G2 squad suffered twenty or thirty casualties. Including the losses from entering the laboratory and storming the monastery, the original 80-person team was reduced to less than half.

Gui Youguang watched as the last American ran into the monastery, raised his hand and made a gesture. The junior agent immediately brought over several mortars, one of which was a trophy captured from G2.
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Thirty minutes ago, at the foot of the monastery hill.

Team E, consisting of 20 members, spread out around the convoy to set up defenses. Their mission was to block German reinforcements and prevent the documents on the vehicles from being destroyed.

Although the mission was important, the American soldiers were not nervous. The German troops around them had long since disappeared. The biggest danger facing Team E was the stray bullets flying from the mountain.

However, in order to obtain a longer warning time, the captain of Team E divided his men into three groups of 6 to 7 people each. One group rested, one group guarded the convoy, and the other group patrolled the vicinity.

Hearing the gunfire coming from the direction of the monastery, the American soldiers left behind in the convoy had nothing to do. Some took out cigarettes and put them in their mouths, while others planned to go to Paris to hunt for women.

Compared to them, the US military personnel on patrol were not so relaxed. Six G2 members entered the forest in the dark, where it was pitch black.

It was early spring, and many animals were ending their hibernation and starting to forage for food. The forest was filled with rustling sounds, but one sound was particularly strange.

“Rustle…rustle…”

There seemed to be someone ahead; their clothes were making a jarring noise as they rubbed against the bushes.

The American soldiers who were talking suddenly shut their mouths, some even bent over and assumed a fighting stance, and the sergeant leading the team hid behind a tree.

With a whoosh, a chamois leaped out of the bushes and ran off into the distance. Several American soldiers, enraged, put down their guns and began to curse.

"F*** you! That damn antelope!"

"Maybe it's the German Führer's pet; catching it could earn you the Reichstag Medal."

“Aha, yes, Rommel may well have been the one who attacked France on it.”

The American soldiers joked and laughed with each other, and the sergeant put away his M2 carbine and returned to his unit. As for being reprimanded? Please, he didn't want to be shot in the back and killed.

Silver moonlight filtered through the treetops, scattering across the moss-covered ground like a scene from a Nordic fairy tale. The patrol lowered their guard and moved slowly forward. As night fell, the fighting between the Allied and German forces continued, the flames from large-caliber artillery illuminating the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, the patrol team found themselves on a mountain path. The branches of the large trees on both sides completely blocked out the moonlight, and the visibility around them suddenly decreased.

The sergeant and his men, shrouded in darkness, paid no attention; their mission was to search for German troops, so they were not afraid of being ambushed.

Above everyone's heads, an owl perched on a tree, constantly turning its head and making cooing noises. Suddenly, it stopped hooting, its night-vision-capable eyes fixed intently on a certain large tree.

The sergeant at the end of the column stopped, leaned against a big tree, and tapped his boots. Just as he was about to put his shoes back on, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind his ear.

The sergeant reacted quickly, ducking to avoid the attack while simultaneously inserting his finger into the trigger guard to prepare to fire a warning shot.

There's no point in looking back at the attacker at this point; once the gunshot rings out, his mission is complete.

But after his finger touched the trigger, he couldn't pull it because someone else had also stuck their finger into the guard and jammed the trigger.

The sergeant's heart sank. The attackers were no ordinary people, able to react so quickly in such a short time. They wouldn't be able to leave here alive today.

"Click~" X6
Almost simultaneously, the sergeant and his five men had their necks snapped, and beside them, six uniformly positioned figures emerged from the darkness.

“Go back and clear out the Americans down the mountain.”

Under the moonlight, Gui Youguang kicked the sergeant hard in the neck, then looked up and gave orders to the junior agent.

He disliked hand-to-hand combat, but using guns would alert the enemy, and using melee weapons would result in bloodshed. To avoid attracting wild animals with the smell of blood, this bloodless method of killing was clearly more suitable for the current situation.

When the special operations team returned to the foot of "Mother Nest" Mountain, some of the dozen or so American soldiers who remained behind leaned against sandbags and closed their eyes to rest, while others talked in hushed tones.

The agents quietly approached the G2 members using the cover. After confirming that all personnel had reached the optimal positions, Gui Youguang left his hiding place and headed towards the convoy.

As he moved, the agents pounced on their targets like tigers descending a mountain, killing all the unsuspecting Americans with their bare hands.

While the G2 fighters on the mountain were locked in fierce combat with the Germans, the Kuomintang military intelligence agents below were also fighting the Americans, albeit with more primitive and brutal methods.

Gui Youguang strode forward with his head held high, seemingly oblivious to the silent carnage around him. Not far from him, a junior agent snapped his opponent's neck with a swift and ruthless move.

Gui Youguang walked through the battlefield as if no one else was there, opened a wooden crate on one of the trucks, and took out several documents to read.

The paper of these documents was slightly yellowed, indicating that they were quite old. The text was written in Cyrillic, the official language of Serbia and other East Slavic regions. Gui Youguang couldn't understand it, so he had to put them back in the wooden box.

"Team leader, everything's been cleared. We can infiltrate the monastery now. Should we pretend to be German reinforcements?" A junior agent came to ask for instructions.

Gui Youguang slapped the other man on the forehead and said irritably, "Don't treat the Germans and Americans like fools. Let's stick to the plan and prioritize attacking the commander and radio operator."

The sudden appearance of a group of reinforcements is unbelievable, not only to the Americans but also to the Germans. They'd rather wait until the outcome of the battle before taking action.

The young spy scratched his head and led his men away. While the Americans were clearing out the remaining enemy forces at the monastery, they secretly climbed the wall via the stairs. The young spy quickly peeked outside.

The American soldiers on the wall were all focused on the battle inside the compound, and their positions were quite scattered, so no one paid attention to the stairs.

Dealing with such a lax enemy was easier than the graduation exam of the Military Intelligence Bureau training class. The junior agent gestured to the others, indicating that they should be eliminated one by one and key positions should be occupied to establish firing points.

The G2 members never expected there to be enemies behind them, so they all died.

Sting never imagined that his head would be aimed at him while he was interrogating Heinz.

"3, 2, 1, fire!"

Gui Youguang counted down and gave the order to fire. The best marksmen among the special agents lined up and calmly opened fire on the American troops below the wall.

The first bullet they fired pierced Sting's head, while the second and third bullets killed the radio operator and destroyed the radio, severing G2's communication with the rear.

After several rounds of firing, the Military Intelligence Bureau drove the remaining members of the G2 squad into the church. Gui Youguang once again coldly ordered, "Fire!"

Several makeshift gunners slid shells into the mortar barrel, and thuds rang out one after another. The shells spun and flew over the church before falling in a parabolic trajectory, and the whistling sound grew closer and closer.

The American soldiers inside looked on in despair, watching helplessly as the roof was reduced to fragments in the explosion, and countless flames fell like meteors.

The flames touched the items inside the church and instantly ignited a fire. No matter how hard the American soldiers tried, the fire inevitably spread.

Even from dozens of meters away, Gui Youguang still felt a wave of scorching heat rushing towards him. Incendiary bombs were indeed effective; no wonder the Americans liked them so much.

In the blink of an eye, except for a small number of people who entered the laboratory, the entire G2 team was wiped out. Gui Youguang slowly turned his head and his gaze met Heinz's.

The professor didn't dare to move. He had only lifted his foot slightly, and a small crater had appeared in the ground nearby, caused by a bullet.

"Block the lab entrance with firepower. Don't let the Americans get out. The rest of you, follow me."

Seeing Heinz standing there obediently, Gui Youguang led his men quickly toward him, as he had many questions to ask Heinz.