Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

In a half-collapsed residential room, dozens of American soldiers were huddled together to keep warm. In the heavy rain, the cold rain washed over their bodies, taking away the warmth in their bodies.

Some soldiers were staring at the flames in the next room. Several German soldiers were gathered in front of the fire, eating hot canned soup, and occasionally looking at the American soldiers here, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at them.

A young American soldier looked up at the broken roof and the dark night sky, then looked at the flames rising from the Germans in the intact room, then curled up and huddled closer to his comrades.

Two German soldiers in raincoats escorted a row of American soldiers with their hands tied into a civilian residence.

"Hans, these people..."

A figure flashed into the room, waving a silver sword in his hand. Two German soldiers in raincoats were immediately beheaded. The German soldier who was eating canned soup was horrified and opened his mouth to shout, but was killed by Li Huang's sword.

"Shh." Li Huang made a gesture to keep quiet.

All the American soldiers covered their mouths and nodded.

Li Huang said softly, "I am Corporal Li. Please follow me and I will take you away from here."

There was a sudden noise outside the room. An American soldier listened attentively and his face changed drastically.

"Oh no, sir, the Germans are yelling 'enemy attack'."

Li Huang didn't understand German, but he knew something was wrong.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Li Huang quickly walked to the window and looked out, cursing in his heart: "Damn it, I shouldn't have killed those sentries earlier."

Just now, Li Huang cleared the sentries outside in advance in order to take away the prisoners he could see. Unexpectedly, this action turned out to be a failure.

"I'll attract the German army's attention. You go over there. There are tanks over there. Go and get on the tanks!" Li Huang pointed in a direction to the soldiers and rushed out the door.

"Da da da da..." In the rain, gunfire flashed. Li Huang held an MP40 submachine gun, constantly transmitting his mind and firing everywhere.

The gunfire coming from all directions caused the German soldiers to run around and send troops in all directions.

"LeBeau, get up and get on the tank!"

A soldier rushed into the room and slapped the soldier who was sleeping soundly with his head covered, waking him up.

"The Yankees are coming, get on the tanks!"

The soldier named Lebo rushed into the heavy rain in a daze in his shorts. The cold rain hitting his face made him sober up and rush towards where the tanks were parked.

"Hey, man, this is our tank!" LeBeau wiped the rain off his face and shouted to the man who was entering his team's tank.

The man turned his head and said in broken German: "Thank you... for sending the tank... to us."

"Bang!" The bullet pierced through his forehead, and warm blood and brain matter splattered in the rain.

"Buzz..."

Several tanks started to move, their gun barrels pointed towards the camp: "BOOM!"

"boom!"

The gun barrel spewed out cruel flames, and several shells smashed into the direction of the headquarters, blowing the entire headquarters into the sky, and the bodies of several German officers were blown to pieces.

Li Huang flashed into the air: "Damn, these guys almost killed their benefactor."

It turned out that Li Huang had just spotted a German officer and had just rushed into the headquarters when these bastards driving the tanks fired at the headquarters.

"What's up with the tanks!?"

"The prisoners have escaped!"

"The Yankees must have boarded the tanks!"

"Stop the tank!"

The German soldiers were attacked by tanks from behind and retreated one after another.

Two troop carriers knocked over a group of German soldiers carrying piats on their shoulders.

A young Asian man stood on the troop carrier and said, "Soldiers! Retreat quickly! Tanks will be the rear guard! Evacuate to the rear stronghold! Don't fight hard!"

After saying that, he jumped up, jumped onto a Tiger tank, set up a machine gun on the roof, and continued shouting at the soldiers to evacuate. Fortunately, these people knew when to stop, after all, no one wanted to be a prisoner or a martyr.

The troop carrier took the lead and rushed out of the camp. The three Tiger tanks behind it retreated while spitting out shells. The machine guns on the roof continued to pour out flames to block the pursuit of the German army behind.

Due to the heavy rain, the road was very muddy and it took nearly two hours to drive the more than ten kilometers.

……

"German troop carriers and Tiger tanks are approaching! Get ready for battle!"

The entire U.S. military camp began to fall into chaos, but finally a group of U.S. soldiers with their hands raised came to the front line, only to find that it was a big mistake.

"Hey, guys, how did you get back?" Baker patted the two young American soldiers hard.

"It's Corporal Li..."

The soldier told Li Huang the whole story of how he rescued the prisoners and disrupted the camp. After listening, Baker found Li Huang, who was treating his wounds, and saluted him solemnly: "Li, you have saved hundreds of lives. Please accept my respect. On behalf of the U.S. government, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you."

Colonel Phillips on the side had a complicated expression, but he bowed deeply to Li Huang.

From this day on, from the first day Li Huang stepped onto the battlefield, his name was firmly imprinted in the hearts of these soldiers.

Li Huang was promoted to sergeant and led a team, achieving many outstanding feats on the battlefield.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye. Li Huang continued to fight on the battlefield, between life and death. In these battles, Li Huang's practical experience continued to accumulate. His fighting skills were refined in the battles, and his moves were constantly refined under the tempering of actual combat. The battles became more and more swift and violent, with astonishing lethality.

"Hey, Sergeant Lee, your meal."

"Thank you, Hammer." Li Huang looked at the canned soup in the bowl with a look of despair. He had been here for nearly six months and had always had the same canned soup. If he hadn't sometimes secretly returned to the city to eat something good, he would have really vomited when faced with the canned soup.

"Sergeant, I suggest you eat quickly. That's what war is all about." Colonel Phillips happily took a mouthful of canned meat.

"Colonel, I'm about to vomit after eating this stuff. Now the toilet smells like canned food." Li Huang frowned and swallowed a small mouthful.

"Hahaha, you are not as brave at the dinner table as you are on the battlefield." Colonel Phillips was in a good mood.

"Of course, unless you find someone to cook a table of food that normal people should eat." Li Huang curled his lips.

"Okay, Sergeant, I'll treat you to a good meal after the war. I've read the information you brought back, and I've sent people to intercept Schmidt's secret forces. Fortunately, we have you this time, so we learned about his actions in advance. This bastard, just wait for me to skin you alive." Phillips said viciously, but seemed to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, your friend, Steve, will be performing here this afternoon... Damn Brent, what a bad idea..."

At this time, a car with a red cross painted on it stopped outside. Phillips put on a raincoat and left the tent...