Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Hans von Plessen was the most fanatical militant among the direct descendants of Wilhelm II. He unswervingly supported Wilhelm II's expansion strategy of "seizing the land under the German sun."

Loyal and unswerving.

What he said just now was not his original intention, but the intention of Bateman Work and Field Marshal Leopold Maximian.

After all, although Zhao Chuanxin is not in Europe, his legend is spread across Europe.

But none of these people paid much attention to Zhao Chuanxin.

Hans von Plessen felt that he had fulfilled his obligation and there was no need to give Zhao a bad face.

He commanded with a dark face: "Enter through the broken window, attack from four directions, the grenadiers will cooperate with the infantry, and the cavalry will roam and don't let him escape. Kill this man on the spot."

"Maxin is ready to let him see Germany's powerful industry!"

But after all, there was no artillery.

After all, it is the Berlin City Palace. It has been expanded several times and is not small in scale. It is the hard work of several generations of royal families. How can it be reduced to rubble?

Hans von Plesen pointed at Zhao Chuanxin on the third floor: "Fire."

Tata Tata...

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared from the window sill on the third floor.

Hans von Plessen pulled over a midshipman and said, "What's your name?"

"Sir, midshipman Heinz Wilhelm Guderian. Belongs to the 10th Hanoverian Light Infantry Battalion."

"Guderian, do you think Zhao Chuanxin can escape?"

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian hesitated.

"Why don't you speak?"

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said loudly: "Sir, I don't think he wants to escape. I have studied Zhao Chuanxin. He has a puzzling ultra-high level of mobility and is good at fighting in complex environments. Undoubtedly, Berlin City Palace has these conditions.”

Hans von Pleasant frowned: "What? You mean, you think we will lose?"

"Sir, we may not lose, but it will be difficult for us to win. We can only win by killing him. No one in the world can do it, not even Tsarist Russia."

Von Pleasant was annoyed: "Go, go to the place where you think he may escape and wait for a while. If he escapes, you will lead an interception."

"Yes!"

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian went to wait at the easternmost bridge.

He told his subordinates: "The commander asked us to intercept Zhao Chuanxin and escape. Based on what I know about him, I think he will escape from two directions. He will first go to the roof, and then he will have two choices, either find a way to Build a roof in the southeast, or jump into the Spree River nearby. So, we divided into two teams, one team was close to the bridge and prepared to shoot, and the other team was waiting a little further to the south. Please pray that we will not encounter Zhao Chuanxin, otherwise. We are certain to die."

Some soldiers said disdainfully: "Guderian, you are a coward, you actually said such depressing words. Zhao Chuanxin is just one person, there are so many of us, how can we be afraid of him alone?"

"If you think so, then I'm sorry. The Portuguese, Russians, and Japanese have already paid the price for their contempt." Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said coldly.

"Haha, how can we German soldiers be comparable to them?" the soldier said arrogantly.

Pride is a disease, and William II successfully spread the disease.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian snorted: "Do your own thing."

He wasn't willing to engage in any tactical maneuvers with a bunch of idiots.

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?

People around him sneered: "Look at what he can do. Who do you think he is? A field marshal?"

"Exactly, just watch. In twenty minutes at most, the Asian guy inside will be beaten into a sieve."

Gunfire rang out.

The battle begins.

Zhao Chuanxin finally put on the soft golden armor.

This time he was waiting at the northwest corner of the stairs. The German soldier showed his head and the lightsaber penetrated the opponent's temple.

Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to grab the opponent's rifle with a bayonet, stretched out half of it, and fired a shot based on the position given by his glasses.

One person was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. As he leaned back, Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees and bounced, grabbing the upper beam and using his strength to move downward.

The German soldiers below had no time to raise their guns, and Zhao Chuanxin's bayonet pierced the chest of the first man.

Zhao Chuanxin held his rifle in his left hand and charged against the seriously injured German soldiers.

Yun Mo, stabbing straight, the two German soldiers were instantly settled.

Turn around and whip the sword.

laugh!

One sword with two ends.

Sheath the sword, Lugang M1907 is in hand.

Puff puff.

One shot and three eyes.

bang bang bang...

When the opponent fired, Zhao Chuanxin rushed to the corner.

Xingyue reminded him: "The German troops in the corridor behind us are attacking. Let's fight quickly."

The Xingyue M1909 light machine took out and fired.

Tata Tata...

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up sideways and did not delay shooting while he was stuck in the air.

The Germans were bleeding on the stairs.

The rear wanted to suppress fire, so Zhao Chuanxin threw a Xingyue M1908 grenade.

boom……

He took the opportunity to jump to the second floor and threw out the flying knife. The flying knife bounced off the wall and shot towards the German soldiers hiding behind the stairs.

When ejecting, Xingyue turned on the light blade.

laugh.

It flew and stabbed into his shoulder, and then got stuck in the neck of the person behind him.

boom.

The Mauser gun in the hand of the seriously injured German soldier went off.

This seemed to be a signal, the gunfire sounded like exploding beans, the glass shattered, and the walls flew.

The soft golden armor was hit by a ricocheted bullet, but it did not affect Zhao Chuanxin's performance at all.

At this time, the German troops on the third floor came around and prepared to go downstairs.

The corridor on the second floor is filled with a large number of German soldiers.

The German soldiers on the stairs temporarily retreated, but they were waiting to be "lined up and shot" on the first floor.

Zhao Chuanxin sprinted and jumped.

Wow...

The second floor window was broken by him.

In an instant, German soldiers opened fire in the corridor on the second floor.

But Zhao passed the bullet too fast and all the bullets missed.

Zhao Chuanxin did not land after jumping out. Xingyue held him up to correct his posture. Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the arched decoration on the window with his hands and swung himself up. At the same time, Xingyue pulled him up to the third floor with the help of his strength. .

This is the advantage of Baroque-style architecture. Because of its complexity and gorgeousness, there are focus points everywhere.

When Zhao Chuanxin went up to the third floor, the soldiers on the third floor had already gone down to the second floor.

A group of people were lying in front of the window looking down.

The soldiers below opened fire, hoping to hit their own people.

"You idiot, get out of the window."

The German soldier in the northwest corner of the second floor goes upstairs again.

And Zhao Chuanxin went downstairs in the southeast corner.

Everyone focused on the corner of the stairs in the northwest corner. Only a few people noticed that Zhao Chuanxin went down to the first floor in the southeast corner.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled ferociously and picked up the Xingyue M1909 light machine.

The anti-inflammatory silencer makes the flame tongue much shorter and the sound is not loud, but it can always be heard.

Tata Tata...

The German soldiers stationed in the lobby on the first floor suddenly turned on their backs and howled.