Captain Edward finally died. Even if fisher used up all the bandages, he didn't stop bleeding.

"Damn it!" Fisher dropped the bandage and looked at the corpses. The black Beth's engine was still trembling, and the red blood flowed into it. Then Fisher seemed to hear a sigh.

"What is this?" Fisher looked at the mark tank in shock. The latter was already scarred. There were several huge bullet holes on the front, and the falling debris was everywhere. It was reasonable that the tank would soon be recycled with the advance of the front, and then repaired some again, replaced with a new vehicle group, and was disassembled into scrap iron until the end of the war. It seemed that this was her destination.

Fisher put his right hand on the tank armor, and the golden psionic flame spread out and wrapped the whole tank. He could feel that the tank seemed to have a trace of his own consciousness.

Heibeth, the Mark IV tank that arrived at the front line in 1917, destroyed dozens of artillery, more than ten armored vehicles and destroyed hundreds of German infantry. Now, she has three more Deutschmarks and one a7v, but the people who created this record are long gone.

"Machine soul?" After feeling the faint pulse of his soul, Fisher felt that it was better for the tank to stay in his own hands. After all, he didn't want the machine soul of the tank to suddenly lose his temper and hit Buckingham Palace one night.

"Fisher, what are you doing?" Diana, who had cleaned up the rest of the German army, looked curiously at the tanks wrapped in fire.

"Is this your divine power?"

"Almost! Diana, help me watch some people! " Fisher was still and concentrated, trying his best to urge the power of the star torch. Then Diana saw a rotating energy vortex appear in the world, and a trace of golden lightning overflowed from time to time. Then the Mark IV tank was swallowed up by the vortex.

After loading the whole Mack IV, Fisher, who was sweating profusely, half knelt pale.

"Sure enough, it's still too big!"

"Fisher, are you okay?" Diana turned and saw Fisher, who was struggling on her knees, hurried over and carefully picked up each other.

Although I don't know where the tank was taken by Fisher, I know from Fisher's appearance that it must be very hard to transport the tank.

"Nothing, just a little off!" He pulled off his mask and then took off his bulletproof armor. Fisher half leaned against the wall.

"Looks like we need a little rest!" After feeling the dry psionics, Fisher showed an ugly smile.

"I'll carry you!" Diana couldn't help saying, grabbed Fisher and put him on her shoulder.

"Actually, I think I can go!" Watching a 1.8-meter man being held back by a woman as easily as carrying a bag, Fisher tried to struggle, but the result was in vain.

Belgian town

Groups of disheartened German prisoners of war lined up and walked through the street. From time to time, prisoners of war were beaten by the Allied soldiers escorting them because they walked slowly, and a group of Allied soldiers mixed in the crowd to search for the prisoners' belongings and personal belongings.

Although the officers are not far away, these officers who only drink hot coffee will not care about the actions of the soldiers. As long as they don't cause human life, they don't care. At the beginning, the Germans did much more cruel than this.

"Medic, get over here!" Seeing Fisher being resisted, several Australian and New Zealand soldiers who were searching for booty immediately kicked away the prisoners, and shouted at the top of their lungs like a fire.

"No, I'm fine. Just get me something to eat and drink!" Fisher waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to come. "If you're all right, go and see if the German armored car over there is good. The Germans have been poor for several years. What's worth robbing!"

The soldiers took orders and went away, while Fisher sat opposite the ruins and scanned the prisoners below.

"Mr. Lawrence, are you all right?" Steve, who came in a hurry, was becoming a fan of Fisher. He killed through the German defense line alone, fought in close combat and bombed tanks. This was the ideal spy in his heart.

"It's all right, just rush too hard and lose strength!" Fisher took the chocolate, put it in his mouth and drank a few more salivas before he felt more comfortable.

"I just interrogated the prisoners of war. The German airport probably has a regiment of German troops. At the same time, it is said that because the defense line was torn, there are three German divisions on our side ready to recapture here. What shall we do?"

"Our goal is Ludendorff's poison gas factory. As for the coalition forces here, that's what the rear generals worry about! What's more, Colonel Connor is not a mediocre. If he can't fight, the coalition can withdraw the previous defense line. As long as we kill Ludendorff and let Germany have no hope of turning over, it doesn't matter whether the defense line is in our hands! "

"I see!" Steve nodded. He thought too much.

"Now, let's take a break, then change into German clothes, pretend to be an evacuated German high-level, and go directly to the airport!"

"Wonderful!" Steve looked at Fisher's skilled appearance and suddenly realized that no wonder the Ottomans were tossed about by Fisher every day, but they couldn't find anyone. He learned this trick!

"But the German army will strictly investigate! And my brothers don't look like Germans! "

"So you have to play a bitter meat trick!" Looking at Fisher's malicious eyes, Steve suddenly felt that something bad was happening!

an hour later

A convoy composed of a German made RANS armored vehicle, a Mercedes Benz civilian car and a bulldog troop truck sprayed with an iron cross approached the German defense line.

"Who are you? Show me your ID!" The vigilant German sentry stopped the convoy with a Mauser g98 rifle in his hand.

"Escort the colonel and his wife home!"“ Who are these people? "

"The prisoners captured by the Colonel on the front line include the Americans named by director rudendorff!"

The sentry came forward and looked carefully. When he saw the Indians inside, he nodded.

"Sorry, sir, for wasting your time!"

"Well, you are also dutiful. I will praise you to your chief!"

The motorcade set off again. After crossing the line of defense, it did not drive to the nearby city, but found a secret place to stop.

"Shit, this dress is too tight!" Fisher jumped out of the car, pulled open his collar and took a long breath.

"I'm tighter, okay!" Steve struggled to jump out of the truck body and complained loudly that Fisher's men tied him too tightly.

"Sorry, I'm used to tying sheep in my hometown in Australia!" The Australian and New Zealand soldiers disguised as guards scratched their heads.

"This dress is not very good. It's not as good as my armor!" Wearing a dark blue dress, Diana stepped out of the car with the help of Fisher, and then pulled out her fire sword from the opening in the back of her dress.

"All right, everyone distribute weapons and keep quiet. It's less than five kilometers from the airport. Maybe you can meet the German patrol! Be careful! " As the man with the highest rank, Fisher took command.

Then everyone who had changed their clothes trotted all the way from the woods to the German airport.

"How far is it!"

"About 500 meters!"

"Mortar erection, ready for support!"

Two British made 2-inch mortars were unloaded by the big and round Australian and New Zealand soldiers, and then they unloaded two boxes of spherical shells. After the exchange of fire with the German army, the two mortars will play the role of supporting Fischer and others.

"Diana, once we fight later and you find the trace of Ares, be sure not to act rashly. Let's act together!"

"Why, it's my mission to destroy Ares!"

"Don't talk about one-on-one mission with him. It's the king's way to go side by side, artillery and machine guns!" Fisher said angrily.

"What's more, didn't you say that ares started a war, so we should participate in this war!"

"I understand, but ares is the God of war after all. He is powerful. You must be careful!"