Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 18 Bayonets on! Girls!

Brinkman immediately explained Ryan's plan in the simplest terms he could think of.

This involves hiding vehicles in the village ahead and ambushing the landing airship with weapons.

Although many of them were her own guesses - after all, Ryan didn't tell her exactly what he was going to do until they broke up.

But obviously, her words immediately convinced Lieutenant Schneider, who thought he was going to save people but ended up having to fight the airship fleet alone, leaving him confused.

After Brinkman finished speaking, Schneider took off his military cap and put his hands directly into his hair which was smooth and tidied with hair oil, and messed it up into a bird's nest.

"You guys are fucking crazy."

He squatted on the ground and stood up several times, almost falling to the ground because he ran out of blood.

His second-in-command, a sergeant, held Schneider steady, and Brinkman heard Schneider's voice again.

"I understand."

Schneider covered his eyes with his hands, and only a little color remained on his already pale face. His voice no longer sounded as strong as before, but he still had the ruthlessness that a soldier should have.

"Parker, you heard it, our combat mission has changed!!"

"Yes, sir!" The young sergeant immediately turned around and shouted to the platoon leaders and their men who had already noticed, "Attention, entire company! The combat mission has changed!"

Schneider patted Parker on the back, signaling him to explain the mission on his behalf. He then turned to Brinkman and said tactfully, "So what will you do next? I can give you a motorcycle and take you back to headquarters... you know, it's only 40 kilometers."

"Thanks, but no need."

Brinkman immediately rejected Schneider's offer: "That damn lieutenant can't die here. I still have to be responsible for several of my men."

"You know someone specifically asked you to come back alive, right?"

"Brigadier General Bryan, I know." Brinkman said without thinking.

The image of a man in his early forties immediately emerged in her mind. "But Lieutenant Flig saved my life and the lives of my squad. I can't just leave it alone."

"But you know who he is, even if..." Schneider was still a little unconvinced: "He doesn't even want to be with us..."

Brinkman ignored him.

He only left one sentence: "Time waits for no one, Lieutenant!"

After saying that, she jumped directly onto the back of a truck and borrowed three full magazines and a bag of 9mm Parabellum bullets from several non-commissioned officers.

Schneider was helpless. He kicked the front wheel of his truck, muttering curse words like "Fuck..." and gestured to the driver to keep going. "Keep going. The mission has changed. We're going to the 502nd Battalion camp."

Later.

The underground tunnel leading to the 502nd Battalion Camp.

Ryan grabbed the pistol he had snatched from the lieutenant and led the team with Wolfe to the front of the dark tunnel.

The observer lieutenant whose clothes were stolen was pushed behind Ryan by McIver and others.

This guy wanted to run away before, but Wolfe and others immediately teamed up to strip off his pilot suit.

The only problem was that he was half a head shorter than Ryan, so Ryan felt uncomfortable walking in his clothes, but it was not a big problem.

At this time, 40 minutes had passed since they entered the tunnel, and above their heads was the command post that originally served as the entrance.

During this period, Ryan had been observing the images on the system map.

Just as he had seen before, the Farlane soldiers had essentially given up on occupying the command post. They left behind about five, no, three now—two of them had been sent flying by the hand grenade Ryan had used as a booby trap.

There are three people still dealing with the bodies inside, but there are only a few people outside.

There were about 60 people gathered at the entrance of the camp, probably all those who were still able to fight.

The remaining twenty or thirty people set up a temporary command post about two hundred meters south of the command post. Ryan could see several small dots sitting neatly inside without moving, but from time to time he could see people coming in and out of the door, probably to pass on orders.

The airship troops in the sky have new movements.

After entering the imperial airspace, their speed slowed down significantly. After flying northeast for half an hour - about fifteen minutes ago, they began to turn and move towards the south.

Ryan could confirm their observation range on the map. Roughly speaking, they could see scenery about a hundred kilometers away from them.

Ryan also confirmed the distance between the airship and himself based on the vision circle. It was the maximum one-way visual limit of one and a half kilometers, which is 150 kilometers in human terms.

On the other hand, the convoy behind was only more than 20 kilometers away from Ryan. In just ten minutes, they would almost reach the place where Ryan and his men had been hiding before.

This is good news.

Because the airship is not fast, it takes at least an hour to fly a distance of 50 kilometers, which provides valuable time for the support force's convoy.

They had half an hour to get their vehicles into cover and hide, then they could enter the tunnel under the leadership of Lieutenant Brinkman and prepare for the attack.

"The progress needs to be accelerated..."

After closing the map, Ryan's consciousness returned to the tunnel. He turned around and asked McIver who was standing behind him, "Are all the weapons ready?"

"No problem, Lieutenant! We can attack any time."

Ryan immediately looked at the watch he had snatched from the lieutenant. The hands were ticking non-stop, and the paint on the tip of the needle emitted a faint blue glow, but it was pointing in the opposite direction.

"Nine o'clock? That late?"

"Idiot, you're wearing it upside down!" the observer yelled.

Ryan immediately changed direction and realized that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. It had been two or three hours since they escaped from the camp at noon.

and many more.

Suddenly, he realized something: "It's been two or three hours, why are the French still cleaning up the battlefield?"

"How do you know?" the observer asked back, but as soon as he finished speaking, McIver covered his mouth.

Of course, this doesn't mean that McIver isn't curious, but he just won't ask.

Ryan signaled McIver to let go, then pulled out the only dagger he had.

The pitch-black dagger could not emit any light in the dark tunnel and almost stabbed Wolfe who was standing beside it.

Ryan weighed the dagger and handed it to the only unarmed observer lieutenant.

"We have about fifteen minutes to clear out the enemies in the command post. The Farlans shouldn't notice we're back, provided we don't open fire."

"Bayonets! Girls!"

"It's going to be hand-to-hand combat."

(End of this chapter)