The setting sun is like a fire, scorching the land of North Africa. The golden rays match the clouds in the sky, and in the intermingling of darkness and light, they can show their majestic beauty. The black smoke rising from each other adds some lonely atmosphere to the desert landscape. If you have free time, you can stand in the middle of this beautiful scenery and blend in with it, you don't know how much you enjoy it.

But things often don't go as planned, and because of the lack of manpower, this battlefield sweeping work can really allow these brutes to vent a bit. And Trode, who has the highest rank of lieutenant here, is also mixed with their group, and he doesn't look like a leader at all. If you tell the British and French who were captured by the Germans at this time that the grizzled face is picking up the rags is the commander who defeated them, I don't know if they will hate themselves so much that they want to crash to death.

But Trode doesn't have time to worry about those things now, and although he is not as good as Yorkson**, he "seems" to have a reason to do it - although the end result is still thrilling, but they did have a good fight this time. It stands to reason that after this battle, they should all be a little physically and mentally exhausted. However, I don't know what the reason is, Trode just can't calm down, he just wants to make himself tired a little more, wait until his physical strength is completely exhausted and then lie down "justifiably", and he can't afford to sleep.

On the other side, Alicia was not as boring as him, and because she had some experience, she followed the medic to help. Although Alicia also wanted to join the medical corps because of some connections at the beginning. She still has a little selfish desire in her thinking, that is, she can not only be an angel who saves lives, but also be protected from harm by the Geneva Conventions. And with her identity and skills as a female soldier, it is easy to become a medical soldier. But first she was told about the brutality of the paramedics, who had to face all kinds of wounded, even those who had no cure, even if they were certain to die. But they must also be allowed to die in their own arms; And another special event completely changed her mind about becoming a medical nurse

Finally, after being replaced by someone else, she had free time to look at the poignant sky. Then he turned to look at the captured British and French soldiers, as well as the German soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield. Unlike them, who were in a high or low mood, Alicia seemed calm, and even to a certain extent, she and Trode could be said to be the same, but in different ways.

Now, their fight is not like the petty and casual fighting they had in Tunisia and Patna. Their battles have become very methodical, and it can be said that they have truly escaped the feeling of ordinary warriors, even in such a dangerous mission this time. They can do it too.

But then again, there were still missions that were more difficult than this one before, but this time it seems to be a little different, but as for what is different, Alicia can't say. But she didn't want to dig deeper.

After all, it's good to win.

After all, it's good that their squad is still intact.

After all, it's good that the sun still rises and sets as scheduled.

The same thing happened to two other people, two people who were smoking in the corner. The hustle and bustle outside didn't seem to have anything to do with them, only the casual chatting and the wafting smoke were all they had.

And the chat between the two doesn't seem to have anything too attention-grabbing, just talking about the quality of cigarettes. They are from the German brand. Talking about other countries' brands, and even talking about how to find cigarettes from enemies as quickly as possible, of course, this must include those who lie still.

Maybe a lot of people after hearing their conversations. will shy away from the two old smokers in the corner. But although the impact may indeed be a little bad, it has achieved the purpose of the two of them well, and no one will disturb the two of them at all. Let them spend this time at dusk on their own.

And Vincent's long military career also happens to have countless stories, most of which are unremarkable, but Vincent seems to be tired of telling them, and Leona seems to be bored with listening.

Although Leona didn't ask for it, Vincent kept talking about it, probably as a thank you for not asking about her experience, and for making up for Leona's failure to hear the "funny" content.

And Leona didn't know what Vincent meant, but not only did she not say anything to stop it, but she didn't make it clear that she was really not interested in that paragraph, but let Vincent spit it out little by little, even if it wasn't the unbearable thing, it was definitely some of the things he wanted to say now.

In this remote corner, the only thing that can witness the passage of time may be the cigarette case that the two of them are gradually holding back. To a certain extent, the smoke in this corner is much heavier than the gunpowder smoke produced by the battle, but the two of them didn't feel choked at all, and continued to talk and laugh, no matter how noisy it was outside, it had nothing to do with them

Compared with the leisure and leisure of these people, a man with glasses still works very hard. He was now holding a pen and writing in his notebook with a black cover, and what he wrote was exactly the course of the battle and the effectiveness of the tactics he had applied.

Although this time it was indeed a hard time for him, if he couldn't keep track of it, Hans couldn't be sure that he would be able to perform like this next time. So, not only the results of tactics, but also the various analyses that led to such results.

In the dim light, line after line of neat words, one clear picture after another, slowly spread out in Hans's notebook. However, since there was so much to write this time, it was certainly impossible to do it today, but it was not at all evident in Hans's face that he was tired of this heavy task, and there was only a flickering frenzy in his eyes, and the flames, from his eyes to his palms, burned all over his body

Because, at last, he knew, that all Hans had been pursuing was himself (to be continued). )