Chapter 95 (1/2)

Since he sneaked into the base, he couldn't wait. Fisher dressed as a German officer simply swaggered around the camp with his attendant.

The group took a bath with the crowd and had a delicious lunch. Finally, Fisher took a sip of wine with a German colonel. When he was full, he was going to find a barracks for a while. Rudendorff returned to the base with the guard!

Although Germany's local resources are still tight, rudendorff's own pomp is still domineering. The team is composed of eight reconnaissance vehicles and cars, and he himself is wearing m1910 field uniform with dark turn over sleeves, chest pocket and m1900 collar. His P08 pistol was in a hard shell holster, wearing a gray military coat and an ivory cane in his hand.

He himself looked very dignified and dignified. After chatting with several officers who greeted him, he threw down his coat and went to the largest building of the base, where the certificate of the German officer Fisher touched was not qualified to enter.

Although Fisher knew that the target was only one shot away from him, he didn't dare to kill people. After all, there were dozens of guards around rudendorff, all equipped with bulletproof armor and mp18 submachine guns. The distinctive camouflage on the m1917 helmet on his head showed that these guard members were carefully selected veterans of the storm commando team. If he really fought, Fisher was not sure what he did. He usually brought some light weapons, and one awesome body armor, and the exo exoskeleton was able to carry 77mm combat artillery.

”If only there were a nano suit!” Fisher put the loaded Lugar back into his holster, and then walked slowly to the rear of the team. Then he saw a German pilot in a leather jacket dragged off the truck by two other big waisted storm commando soldiers.

“？？？” Fisher widened his eyes and vaguely saw a familiar shadow on each other's distorted face. It's not that little person!

Captain Steve, who used to be very beautiful, was dragged upside down like a dead dog into the largest building in the base.

Fisher wanted to follow up, but he was stopped as soon as he reached the door.

”Pass, Captain!”

”Sorry, what did that guy do?” The smoking method is good. Put a good old American knife in the past, and the sentry on guard will not be so serious immediately.

”It's said to be a newly discovered American spy!”

”Oh, thank you ~”

Fisher, who turned around and left, is now a little skeptical about life. He shouldn't have done it himself. However, he can't watch Steve get fooled by this bad old man rudendorff. Billy still needs to be saved.

Returning to the temporary hiding place, Fisher counted the remaining weapons and ammunition in his hand, some unused explosives, several rifles, submachine guns and a rocket launcher, but these weapons didn't have much ammunition. The self-made simple explosive gun had finished its ammunition and was left in the desert by him.

”Mahad!” Reaching for the guerrillas he brought, Fisher threw explosives at each other.

”Leave these things in other corners of the camp. Don't let anyone find them. Hara, you three go to the parking lot, find an armored vehicle, and then park at this position at 6 p.m.!”

”What are you doing, Mr. Lawrence?” Several Arab guerrilla soldiers were puzzled.

”Save people and blow up this military base by the way!”

”This is good!” After hearing the news, several Arab guerrillas were not afraid, but very excited. For them, it's good to kill more enemies. Is there any difference between Germans and Ottomans?

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Steve Trevor raised his head. His right eye was swollen and couldn't see clearly. His nose and mouth were full of fishy smell. His arms and thighs were burning because of the friction of shackles.

But Steve wasn't afraid. He just regretted that he didn't check his way back during the day and was found by the sentry. Steve knew the outcome he was going to face. It was just a death. Fortunately, he had hidden the item in a secret place. Although he couldn't return it to the allied camp, it could delay the progress of the Germans, That's enough.

Just as Steve was still thinking about whether he should call President Wilson before he died or whether the United States of America would win forever, the door of the cell was roughly pushed open.

”How is he?” Asked a hearty man.

”No big problem, this guy is strong enough!”

”That's good. Dr. Maru will like it! Drag him out! ”

The rough big hand pulled Steve's collar. The original strong jacket had been turned into pieces in the torture. It was pricked when pulled by the soldiers.

The noise of the factory, the chattering voice and the biabiabia sound of leather boots stepping on the ponding intertwined, making Steve a little trance.

Several large, round armed commando soldiers took Steve to a sealed glass room and tied him to a chair.

Then a German general and a woman with a porcelain mask on her chin came in.

”Where are my notes?”