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Chapter 9 Captain America and the Counterattack

Inside the frontline temporary camp, at the headquarters tent.

"In the night-long battle last night, we now lost 987 soldiers. The German enemy has more casualties than us. Now the statistics are nearly 2000."

After listening to the report of his soldiers, Colonel Marcos frowned deeply.

Nearly [-] soldiers were killed, and countless injured and unable to fight, one can imagine how tragic the battle last night was!

"The Germans wanted to occupy this area so crazily last night. They definitely wanted to use this area as a strategic area and break into the hinterland of European territory. Although they retreated temporarily just now, they will definitely not give up so easily. After the rest, they will soon It will come back again. Correspondent, how many troops can come to the rear of our army for reinforcements?" Colonel Marcos frowned.

The communication soldier replied: "The rest of the frontline areas are also very short of manpower and military resources. There are only three troops, 300 people, who can come to reinforce here. One of the troops is all pure recruits just temporarily formed from the training base."

"Recruits?" Colonel Marcos couldn't help roaring when he heard this, "What's the use of recruits? I'm here on the front line, not a nursery school!"

At this moment, a soldier's message came from outside the tent, "Report! A soldier named Kyle came and said he had something important to inform the colonel."

"Soldier Kyle?" Colonel Marcos was taken aback for a moment, wondering whether he could remember that there were so many people in his camp suddenly, and let Kyle in after pondering for a while.

As soon as Kyle entered the tent, Colonel Marcos was taken aback when he saw him, and blurted out, "Aren't you the recruit who came to report last night?"

"Yes, Colonel Marcos." Kyle nodded and recognized the other party. The colonel in front of him was the officer who picked up the plane last night and let him go directly to the frontline combat zone.

"What are you doing here?" Colonel Marcos asked in a cold voice. Kyle hadn't washed himself yet, and the combat uniform on his body was full of bloody dirt.

"I got a very important intelligence item from a German elite team last night. I think it will be of great help to the battle, so I came to see you directly after the battle." Kyle said, putting the He took out the two parchment scrolls.

"The German elite team? Intelligence items?" Colonel Marcos was surprised, and suddenly came to take the parchment in spirit, and asked verbally, "How did you get it?"

"Of course I killed them and found them from their corpses." Kyle shrugged and briefly recounted the encounter with the German elite team on the way to the combat zone.

"You killed all the enemy elite squads lurking in the rear area of ​​our main army?" Colonel Marcos felt unbelievable, and then spread out the parchment with a little palpitation. He saw that the content was a map, and there were countless German troops. The password word for .

"Sure enough, it's the intelligence code of the German army." Colonel Marcos opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise and joy, "The intelligence information they lurked to collect in the combat zone should all be on it! Communication soldiers, go to the rear immediately and ask for someone who can decipher the code language Professionals over here!"

"No, no need." Kyle waved his hand gently.

"unnecessary?"

Colonel Marcos and the communications soldiers looked at Kyle suspiciously.

A smile appeared on Kyle's tired young face, "German code words, I just learned it from the professionals at the training base."

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three days later.

It has been three days since Kyle was sent to the front line to fight.

At this time, the underground research room.

'Boom!Bang!Bang! '

In the training ground, the super heavyweight sandbags were thrown flying under the powerful blows of the fists.

Wearing a sweat-soaked vest, the tall and strong blond young man stood firmly in front of the sandbag.Every time he punched normally, he displayed unimaginably amazing punching power, shaking the sandbag back and forth.

Carter, who was watching from the sidelines, could not bear it, and reminded him: "Steve, it's time to take a break. You have been like this for an hour."

'Boom! '

As if he didn't hear it, Steve was still punching the sandbag with more force, and the sweat kept swaying to the ground.

"Steve!" Carter raised his voice coldly, and then Steve slapped the sandbag, making the swing-like sandbag finally stop.

Steve smiled wryly and said, "What am I like, a super soldier? Or an experiment hidden in the basement? I don't want to be like this."

"Steve, your battle hasn't come yet." Carter said comfortingly.

"When will it come? When will I have to wait?!" Steve's handsome and upright face was full of pain, and he said dejectedly: "My brother—Kyle. He has already gone to the front line to fight! I, Steve Rogers, was entrusted with great hope by him, but I stayed here to live a peaceful life without the sound of war."

"Kyle." Hearing this name, Carter couldn't help but fall silent.

"I should be able to do more than spend my boring time here." Steve said.

"Of course. Soldier Steve, you can certainly do more."

A middle-aged voice suddenly came in, and Steve and Carter looked sideways, only to see that it was a middle-aged and elderly man in a suit and tie.

"I am a senator. I have a lot of stage resources and opportunities in my hands, enough for you to show your extraordinary talents to the people of the whole country. It is also a powerful boost to the current war." The senator smiled, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over , "I call it, Captain America Propaganda Project."

"Captain America?" Steve was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the business card handed over by the senator.

At the same time, the front line camped.

"Kyle, the colonel asked you to go to the headquarters."

"Command?" Kyle, who had just returned from the battle, was taken aback for a moment, and handed over the firearms on hand to the messenger in charge of the message, and walked directly to the white tent of the command.

"Soldier Kyle, come and report!"

"Come in."

Just as Kyle stepped into the tent, he realized that there were nearly a dozen officers in military uniforms standing inside.

Colonel Marcos, the highest ranking officer in the headquarters, was sitting on a chair. After seeing Kyle walk in, Colonel Marcos raised his voice and said: "Everyone, this is the soldier who brought back two intelligence maps three days ago and completed the interpretation. , Kyle."

A dozen or so officers immediately focused their gazes on Kyle, and when they saw how handsome and young he was, they also showed amazed expressions.

"Soldier Kyle, you really did a great job this time!"

"Yeah, I heard that there is a map to collect information about our army camp. If those nasty nassies take it back, I'm afraid that the place will be blown away by the shells of the bombers."

"You come here less, the second map is more important."

"It's all important. I can bring back the intelligence map and interpret it. Now the quality of the recruits is really getting better and better."

"A rare talent, our army needs such fresh blood."

Kyle fell into verbal praise, until Colonel Marcos coughed and cleared his throat, the people in the tent restrained themselves.

"Soldier Kyle. I will report the great contribution you have made to the army after the results of this battle are obtained." Colonel Marcos said solemnly.

Kyle's pupils shrank, and he said in surprise: "The result of this battle? Could it be that..."

"That's right." Colonel Marcos nodded, spread out the information on the interpretation of the second parchment on the table, and said majesticly and domineeringly: "Thanks to you, on the second map that was interpreted, there are several German troops marked. A camp base outside the combat zone here."

"With it, the general has issued the latest order - tonight, we will usher in the first large-scale counterattack!"

(End of this chapter)