"That’s right! Hey, old John, I remember there is a small gazebo ahead. Where shall we go to have a rest? " "Freckle Face" yawned and said.
"Are you stupid enough to sleep on the side of the road?" Veteran is very disdain ground to say
"Freckle face" or "What if someone is present? Clifford won’t come out so late anyway! "
Veteran two quick laugh "town people just a little bit, a man met a za a pair on duty to sleep before dinner tomorrow will be in the ear! Will his temper give us a good look? "
"That you say …"
"If you want to sleep, go to no one’s place to sleep!"
"No one place? Maybe it is … "
"Why not?" The veteran deliberately used a provocative method.
"Go to the living and be afraid of the dead?" The young man really can’t stand it, but don’t look at his mouth. A cool breeze blows through his eyes, but it stares even more like two bells, lest some unknown monster jump out of any corner and attack himself.
The two men rode forward for nearly 2 kilometers until they came to a mountain bag, where the light shone in front of the tube, and behind the dilapidated iron fence were tombstones, and at the head of the mountain bag, an abandoned monastery could be faintly seen.
"Hey, hey, hey, not many people dare to spend the night here!" The veteran smiled and said wryly
"What’s this? I have done more daring things! " "Freckle Face" mouth is still holding on to the veteran, but the distance has quietly narrowed.
The remaining half of the iron gate is already rusty. The veteran unhurriedly pushed the car to go inside and swept the light. "Yeah? Footprints? Is there a body running out of the grave? "
"Freckle face" suddenly shivered. "Leave it during the day!"
"It’s hard to say! Who will come to this remote place if nothing happens! " The veteran deliberately frightened his minion. He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. "Did you hear anything?"
"Well, we can’t even rest for half an hour if we play like this again! I am so sleepy! " "Freckle Face" looks impatient.
"Shh …" The veteran motioned for him to close his ears.
"Maybe it’s a cat, a wild dog or something!" "Freckle Face" seems to be trying to give himself courage, but he sees the veteran gently put down his bike, take his rifle from his body and tiptoe forward.
"Freckle Face" doesn’t like it, but he’s almost as old as his father with this old rifle!
There are still lonely tombstones engraved with those old names in the sight of the tube light, and maybe you can find one with the same name here.
Cut! Cut!
There was a strange impact in the cemetery. It is not difficult for experienced veterans to tell that it was the sound of pulling the bolt ―― the undead in the underworld probably won’t use this weapon!
"Don’t move! Hands up! "
A cold and arrogant voice speaks Scottish.
The oncoming barrel beam was dazzling and the veteran consciously reached out to cover up and shouted, "Don’t shoot, we are Sangdang patrol!" "
"Sang when the patrol? All right, let go of your weapons. We need to check your papers! If you are really one of our own, please don’t worry that we are doing routine work! " The voice said coldly
Routine in this ghost-free place?
The veteran muttered in his mind that although he couldn’t judge the specific number of the other side, judging from the light source of the hand barrel, he must have lost his rifle on the ground when ten men said that men didn’t eat.
"Freckle Face" did it quickly and raised his hands high.
This standard surrender posture makes the veteran despise because he hangs his hands naturally. It is not clear who the other side is, but the veteran always feels that the chances of the enemy appearing here are small and small ―― it is said that Berlin has sent a peace wish to London through Spain. If Germany finally decides to invade, it will definitely bombard the British soil first, but so far the roaring German bomber group has not appeared!
After the two men fired their guns, the light in their eyes was weakened. Many veterans vaguely saw a pretty guy in front of them. Judging from the sound, he should still be very young. More importantly, he was dressed in a straight khaki army style, which was not much different from himself!
Another soldier wearing khaki came forward and picked up two rifles. After that, the handsome guy came over unhurriedly. "Show me your papers!"
Two people hurriedly took out his own from his pocket.
The man twist his hand barrel with white light. that veteran noticed that it was a pretty young and handsome face, and there was a bright red circle on the top of his military cap-this was the symbol of the British military police force of the 6th Army!
The young "military police officer" looked at the two certificates carefully and the tone was a little kinder. "Well, it seems that you are indeed a Sangdang patrol!"
The veteran breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course. Excuse me, are you …"
"We are the 33rd Gendarmerie, who just came from Newport in the afternoon!" "Gendarmerie Officer" looked at the novels of these two seemingly honest local patrol members.
"We have received news that several German spies who may be disguised as British soldiers are going to meet around here. They seem to want to destroy our Cape Calverton … er, you know there!"
"I know!" Veterans don’t say much and appear sophisticated and cautious.
"This time they may be trying to destroy our equipment there. Er … Do you know what that is?" "Gendarmerie officer" ask again
"Of course, it’s not far east of Sandang …" Freckle Face interrupted him before he finished.