Such an English word suddenly roared out in an extremely abrupt manner from the mouth of the white man with dwarf blood who was fighting with Hu Biao.
This roar was so loud. At that moment, there were no explosions on the battlefield, and even gunshots seemed sparse and relatively quiet.
Therefore, the words coming out of his mouth were heard by people from both sides of the Youth Palace building.
Thanks to Hu Biao's last mission, that of General Jingyu, he opened the treasure box and got the book "Elementary English Specialization".
It can be said that he didn't feel any pressure at all, and he understood the meaning of the word shouted by the other party. It should be: give up the position or occupied area.
To put it more bluntly, it means just two words: retreat.
In fact, when the commander of the unknown team saw that their opponent this time, he actually had such a strong bloodline.
He was a little scared to the point of peeing when they burst out with the power of blood and rushed into the hall on the second floor at a ghostly speed while holding on to bullets.
What kind of fairy team is this? The family conditions are so good.
Counting this mission, it was his fifth time to participate in the mission, and he saw so many strong men with oriental faces appearing all at once.
At that time, he thought he was meeting the legendary island nation team that was ranked first among all teams.
In fact, this guy was somewhat lucky. He didn't know that he was going to ask Hu Biao and others if they were members of the island nation's team.
Or they could beg for mercy and ask the island team not to kill them.
Maybe Hu Biao and the others, who were stimulated, could continue to increase their combat effectiveness by two points.
But at that time, he didn't insist on retreating. He was just thinking that the opponent's number was limited, and they still had more than a hundred German soldiers to help them, so there was still hope of winning the battle.
The result! After confronting King Hu Biao.
He immediately felt the power of the "Basic Wolverine Bloodline" that the system cannot exchange with others.
That is to say, the "Basic Combat Specialization" exchanged by the system, and the dwarf bloodline using the engineer shovel seem to be particularly advantageous with these advantages.
Far more powerful than Hu Biao's self-taught Muay Thai, he was technically more powerful and was not defeated immediately.
But not long after, when Hu Biao got used to his fighting style, the bone blades left many wounds of varying depths on his arms, waist, thighs, and even his cheeks.
The only good thing is that because of their larger numbers, they are now gradually gaining the upper hand in this hand-to-hand battle.
The opponent's bloodline warriors are basically not surrounded by many German soldiers; the ordinary team members can basically only have three people back to back, facing the situation of being besieged by a large number of people.
Then, when he saw a large number of Maozi recruits rushing in at the door, his mood could be described in one sentence from the modern Chinese plane.
That is: it’s over.
In desperation, the commander of the unknown team shouted out this sentence, telling the members of his team to retreat immediately.
As much as you can escape is better than being wiped out here.
While he was saying retreat, the guy turned around and hit a broken window without glass next to him, using his arms to protect his head.
After breaking the window frame, it fell towards an area behind the building.
Because such a situation happened a little suddenly, even if Hu Biao exploded at his maximum speed at that time, he could not leave such a thing behind.
Fortunately, the claw that was directed at the opponent's back left three long, bone-deep wounds on the opponent's back.
With such an injury, even if the opponent is a strong bloodline person, it will take several days to recover.
At the same time, after hearing the "retreat" order, there were about ten people in the whole building, and they acted like the opponent's team commander.
They all desperately jumped out of the windows at the back of the building with a "Duang~" sound.
Good guys! Some of them jumped directly from the fourth floor.
Therefore, it would be better if you are a person with strong bloodline. If you roll on the spot when you land, you can easily remove the force of jumping from a high place.
But what if they are ordinary members, or are they new rookies?
When Hu Biao was unwilling to let those humanoid system points escape, he just picked up an MP40 submachine gun from the ground and planned to fire downstairs.
Speechlessly, I saw three white men lying on the cement floor struggling on the ground downstairs. The thighs of two of them were obviously deformed.
In addition, a little further away, there were two limping guys, running away in embarrassment into the distance.
The only pity was that he was unable to see any trace of the opposing commander; he didn't know where the guy escaped with such little effort.
The MP40 in his hand fired three rounds, knocking a white man who could run down a ruins at a glance to the ground on the spot.
Hu Biao opened his mouth to the other team members who picked up and picked up their weapons, as well as the recruits of the Maozi family.
He shouted loudly: "Don't shoot those three lying on the ground. I want to catch them all alive and ask for more information."
The idea of catching them alive was of course Hu Biao's plan to ask among these prisoners which country such an unknown team belonged to and why it was so fragile.
If I had known it was at such a level, the bloodline experts in the team wouldn't even need to explode.
Because he was considering the period of weakness that would soon occur once the outbreak time passed, he now even held back the order for his men to chase him out.
As for the threat from the remaining German soldiers in the building?
There is no need to worry about this at all. Facing hundreds of people holding bright bayonets in their hands, these guys on the second floor wearing Wehrmacht uniforms wisely put down their weapons.
He raised his hands.
At the same time, the gunfire on the third and fourth floors also stopped, presumably because they encountered the same situation.
And here on the second floor, one of the riding boots wiped with blood, a major wearing a straight military uniform.
He raised his chin and said proudly:
"I am the battalion commander of the 213th Guards Division under the direct control of the German 6th Army, Major Pattu von Bratt. On behalf of all my surviving subordinates, I surrender to you now.
At the same time, I am still a peripheral member of the German royal family.
So whether it’s based on Europa’s tradition of war or in accordance with the Geneva Conventions, we need to be treated and treated in a manner consistent with our status.”
Needless to say, this German Major, who is definitely no more than 30 years old, has long blond hair and three-dimensional deep facial features, and is quite handsome.
Just by virtue of the word "Feng" in this guy's name, it shows that he was born into a Junker noble in the German field.
Maybe, he is really a peripheral member of that royal family.
Under the opponent's noble behavior, the new recruits from the Maozi family were somewhat at a loss.
Indeed, here in Maozi, there has never been any practice of taking prisoners with merit.
Of course they were very annoyed by the huge casualties caused by the attack here.
If it had been anyone else, showing off to them in such a arrogant manner, gun butt and boots would have greeted them long ago.
But it should not be said, even after they had shot a large number of white-haired nobles in the early years.
For such a prisoner with a special identity, he was obviously very wary.
The biggest officer present was a lieutenant and company commander; he was one of the veterans who had been promoted from the firing line.
He didn't have much of an opinion in this life, and for a while he didn't know what to do.
What the heck! They obviously won such a battle, but for a moment, it was his side that felt a little downcast, which made them feel particularly aggrieved.
Then, at such a critical moment, Warrant Officer Comrade Hu Biao came forward.
As long as this Burian comrade with an oriental face is here, he will never let other comrades down.
(What a sin! I suddenly discovered that the previous chapters were labeled as ‘Belia people’. I would like to correct it here. Everything is based on ‘Beria people’.)
Without warning, the MP40 submachine gun in Hu Biao's hand opened fire without warning.
Three rounds of 9mm pistol bullets were extremely accurate and concentrated on the head of the man with blond hair, three-dimensional facial features and noble status, beating him to pieces.
Being caught off guard, the German soldiers instinctively wanted to stab him.
Fortunately, they calmed down in the face of threats from a group of team members with weapons.
In such a situation, Hu Biao faced the corpse on the ground and said lightly: "Okay! I will not accept your surrender."
With such a simple sentence, all the idiots looked at Comrade Hu Biao with eyes full of admiration and admiration, including the lieutenant and company commander.