This is just the beginning.
Su Ming bent down, tossed their weapons aside, and removed the grenades from their bodies for later use. He dragged the two corpses into a nearby bush, as patrols occasionally passed by in the distance, leaving the bodies on the road was not an option.
The people of the underground guerrillas might need cigarettes. Su Ming planned to bring back a small gift, so he searched the young man's chest pocket. In the German Occupation Zone, cigarettes were very scarce and almost used as hard currency, countless addicts waving their bills yet unable to buy them.
All the cigarette factories had converted to produce ammunition or became other types of munitions factories. Xiaohuzi himself didn't smoke, urging German people not to smoke, and Germany no longer produced cigarettes.
But he also knew that the army must have cigarettes; not everyone was a steel warrior. After soldiers had killed someone, when their stomach churned incessantly, or when they were severely wounded and about to bleed to death, a cigarette was always helpful.
German soldiers could buy Swiss-made Davidoff cigarettes from the supply department, which was now the only stable source of cigarettes in Paris.
Occasionally, smuggled American cigarettes would come in, but they were even scarcer.
Since both counted as imports and were pricey, now in Paris, two packs of cigarettes could exchange for spending a night with a stunning beauty.
Whether you were German or French, if you had cigarettes, that was enough.
Besides, things Xiaohuzi didn't touch, such as alcohol or meat, could also be used as hard currency.
Compared to German soldiers, guerrilla members under more significant mental pressure needed these things even more, canned meat, and these rolled paper leaf sticks were always great tools for forging connections.
...........
He found the rest of the half-pack of cigarettes in the young soldier's pocket, a silver-plated oil lighter, and a Nationalist Party ID along with a black-and-white photo.
The photo showed a pretty blonde woman in a white dress, smiling gently, with a swing behind her and a lush, sturdy tree.
The photo was stained with blood.
Su Ming slowly shook his head. The goggles in the night glinted. He wiped the photo with his palm, placed it on the body's chest, and pressed it under the body's hand.
Then, he turned his head and walked towards the position.
War has never been about right or wrong, nor does it ever change. This young man was merely one of the millions of wrongful deaths. The path of a warrior often has no retreat, not just mere talk, countless have fallen on this path.
That's why Steve would have thoughts of stopping wars, because it only brings suffering to humanity.
Su Ming didn't want to participate in any World War. He just wanted to do his own thing, but when he turned around, he found himself deeply entangled.
The gravel path underfoot emitted a slight crunching sound, and the position faintly showed silhouettes moving, with some anti-aircraft artillery scattered among them, even lacking disguise.
Su Ming slowly drew his dagger, the specially processed Owl Dagger showed no reflection, now was the time to use it.
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Several minutes later, he silently disposed of all the German soldiers here. There were sentries standing guard in other directions, but more soldiers remained eternally asleep in dreams.
Su Ming slowly walked out of the tent, the heavy scent of blood lingering on his armor, though he had been as efficient as possible, the over a hundred people still left him blood-soaked.
Things went smoothly.
He walked to an anti-aircraft gun, checked it, and the ammunition was on the cannon, ready to go into combat. He twisted with his hand, adjusted the time-delay fuze, loaded the shell, aimed the muzzle skyward, and stepped on the pedal.
In the night, fireworks darker than the color of the night unfolded.
The flash was only a moment, and all that remained were the shrapnel enveloped by darkness.
The airships in the sky instantly fell into chaos, evading the shells while using powerful searchlights to continuously search for the source of the attack. It was easy to find, after all, the flash of gunfire was blinking on the ground.
Soon, numerous spotlights shone on Su Ming, and he stood on center stage, as if receiving applause from countless people.
The airships retaliated, the large-caliber ship cannons firing massive fireballs flying this way.
The whistling and the roar they brought were indeed the most fervent applause.
Su Ming still loaded and fired the shells unhurriedly, seemingly feeling no threat.
Each time the airships fired, they would slide a large section in the opposite direction, reminding Su Ming somewhat of crabs.
Just a few seconds later.
The entire position fell into explosions of various kinds, high-explosive shells detonating into massive fireballs, sending tons of soil flying, while some ignited the ammunition on the position, causing chain reactions.
Su Ming felt the ground going soft, like surfing, being tossed up and down, with the loud noise and shock completely surrounding him.
He still loaded and fired the anti-aircraft gun unhurriedly.
Only the symbiote had already retracted into his body, the loud noise and flames were very uncomfortable for it. Su Ming fired methodically, feeling the cold of the Holy Statue Armor.
Until a shell struck his anti-aircraft gun directly, turning the anti-aircraft gun into a small pile of steel slag, blasting Su Ming far away.
By this time, the entire anti-aircraft gun position was already a large crater.
Su Ming emerged from the dirt, the soft soil like it had been burrowed by earthworms or ants, watching the approaching German soldiers in the distance on the street, then quickly left, blending into the darkness.
The next target was another anti-aircraft gun position.
Being hit by heavy artillery meant injuries were inevitable, but it was much less than Barbatos' energy beam, self-healing only took a short while.
Stealthing in darkness, running along the street's gutters, then flying onto another direction's small building with the help of the cloak.
He advanced towards the next target.
Jumping between rooftops, crossing street after street, occasionally looking up at the sky's scenery amid strong winds, but like watching an immense aquarium.
The airships swam back and forth inside, constantly changing formation but not breaking out of the tank.
Next time, the time-delay fuze's time should be adjusted longer, making the shell's detonation height closer to the airships, attempting this repeatedly, surely the opposing commander wouldn't have such great guts.
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Once, twice, three times...
That day, even before Midnite, almost all anti-aircraft gun positions in Paris had been visited by Su Ming. Besides him constantly harassing the airships, Wade's three women also made continual trouble throughout the city.
You could see all over the city, everywhere was an explosion and flame, the German Army had fully mobilized, the city commenced into chaos.
Su Ming also noticed some French people, secretly dragging lone German soldiers into dark alleys, then never coming out.
His series of actions sparked the Paris citizens' madness factor, and they too started to act spontaneously.
Everywhere was chaotic.
Only at this time, he just quietly sat on the rooftop of the Notre-Dame Cathedral, legs hanging from the edge, quietly smoking and watching the sky.
A fish began to flee....