The Death Knell

Time flies by in all the preparations.

Master Gu Yi has achieved some results in his research on magic in other worlds, mainly on the theory of magic storage in props.

In short, Kama Taj has become popular with magic wands recently, and a new fighting method of holding a ring in one hand and a wand in the other has gradually emerged.

Use the hanging ring to open the door to continuously widen the distance, and use the magic wand to release the reserved magic to attack the opponent. It looks like a kite flying tactic.

However, the cost of casting spells is still unavoidable, but storing magic in advance can make the price pay less suddenly.

The adjutant's reverse calculation of the leech potion has not yet been completed. According to this progress, it will take several years.

Without the Internet, there are not many things the adjutant can do. The only means for her to obtain knowledge now are radio broadcasts and books. Su Ming is very satisfied that she can teach herself to be a chemistry expert.

Su Ming's factory has also expanded a lot. In addition to the existing food series, in the past two years, his experts have also developed instant mashed potatoes, instant juice, canned coffee, vacuum-packed chicken legs and eggs, etc. ...

There are also ordinary students in the school gradually. It must be said that the trauma left by the war years was too deep. Su Ming was worried at first that he would not be able to find so many orphans, but now the school is almost full.

It's okay for the younger children, some of them don't quite understand what 'death' means, but for the slightly older children, many have shown mental problems after knowing that their parents have left forever.

Depression, autism, mania, a perfect childhood villain template.

Su Ming had to hire some more psychiatrists to staff the school infirmary.

However, the school became more popular and Su Ming gradually became busier. He felt that his life was quite fulfilling.

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In June 1944, Normandy landed.

In December 1944, the German army launched a counterattack in the Ardennes region.

Although the date has changed slightly, it seems to be normal history, but with the addition of Hydra and Captain America, the secret battle between the two sides is extremely cruel.

The members of the invasion team are all very good, but the casualty ratio among the Howling Commandos has always been high. They are just ordinary people. After being airdropped behind enemy lines, they are still somewhat beyond their ability to face the strafing of blue beams.

At this time, in the Ardennes region, Steve and SSR's subordinate troops were temporarily living in a corner of the vast forest.

He was in a field hospital, watching a member of the Howling Commandos close his eyes forever.

He saluted his comrades and said goodbye.

Steve's palms trembled slightly. He could face war bravely, but he could never accept it.

The tents set up in the forest did not provide much insulation at all. The ground was frozen hard, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

After a long while, the chaotic sounds around him brought Steve's thoughts back to reality.

After all, SSR is located at the rear of the battle line, which is relatively safe, and many seriously injured people have been transferred to their hospital.

And doctors and nurses kept running around treating those people.

"Don't be afraid, soldier. It's just shell shock. You'll be fine."

"Malaria, corporal, is very common on the battlefield. I will bring you some."

"Nurse, get the morphine! This silly boy is dancing with Ricochet Betty in his arms!"

Because the Avenging Angel is in the team, Steve has recently learned a lot of medical knowledge. He can understand what the doctors and nurses are saying, and this is the source of his depression.

Shellshock is a psychological disease. When it attacks, the patient will feel that a company of 105 artillery is firing at him, and the ground and everything around him will beat violently.

‘Ricochet Betty’ is the German S-type anti-infantry mine. When triggered, it will ricochet to the waist, scattering shrapnel in all directions, killing and wounding personnel in a wide range.

And morphine, a kind of painkiller, is very precious on the front line and is often only used on dying soldiers as hospice care...

"Avenging Angel, if you want to help, go ahead. We really need more doctors here."

Holloway couldn't bear it for a long time. The methods of these doctors were as if they came from a slaughterhouse. He hated this the most.

It's just that they are a secret team, and being too close to ordinary people is a bit... problematic due to confidentiality regulations.

Colonel Philip ordered them not to show their abilities in front of others to prevent spies from finding out the details.

But now with Captain America's orders, things are different. Steve doesn't disobey orders once or twice.

After listening to Steve's words, he turned around and rushed towards a nearby hospital bed, grabbed a nurse's stethoscope and hung it around his neck, shouting repeatedly:

"Stop, stop quickly, don't amputate, I can help him!"

Steve sighed and looked at Monaco lying on the bed beside him. He seemed to be asleep, but his brows were furrowed.

In the last battle, the Magic Prince faced an entire class of German Warlocks. Those guys held up eagle flags and submachine guns, and wore various magic shields to fight him.

Monaco won in the end, but the cost of casting the spell caused him to have a mental breakdown. He kept talking in gibberish that others could not understand, and fell asleep just after being injected with a sedative.

The torch bearer was borrowed by the British for an unknown mission, and now only Steve and Namor have nothing to do.

Steve's attitude towards Namor is average.

The foreign king just crossed his arms and leaned against the pillars of the tent, calmly watching some people die.

Captain America and he are not the same person, and the underwater king doesn't care at all about the life and death of people on the surface.

He went to the battlefield just to take revenge and destroy the opposition demons. And America? That was the enemy of his enemy, not his friend Namor.

Steve turned to him and said, "If you feel bored here, you can leave."

Namor pulled out the trident stuck on the side and left. He had wanted to leave for a long time. How can there be no undead in a war? Just looking at dead men doesn't help the war.

Namor was too lazy to reason with Captain America. He was far behind Steve in terms of eloquence, and he planned to prove it with actions.

For example, go to the front line and kill thousands of Germans.

Steve looked at Namo's back, and then at the chaotic field hospital. He couldn't help here, but he might block the way of the nurses.

He also got out of the tent, went not far away, found a tree stump in the snow, sat down, held his shield, and fell into deep thought.

"Hi, Steve."

Paige woke him up from behind. She knelt down half-kneeling, and her hot breath formed a small white mist.

"Paige."

Steve nodded and motioned for her to sit down and sit next to him.

"I'm also very sad about Thompson's death. He was a good man." Paige organized her words and consoled her.

Steve sighed, it wasn't really anyone's fault, it was the war itself.

"This war has taken away too many good people. All I can do is end it as soon as possible."

Paige put her hand into Steve's hand and tried to pull him up, but her strength was not enough.

Steve shook his head helplessly and stood up. Agent Carter nodded encouragingly:

"We will all help you to end this war, but now, Colonel Philip has a visitor, and you must want to meet him."

Steve was confused, but Peggy grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the commander's tent.

Then Steve saw a familiar person, a man wearing a one-eyed patch and a fashionable woolen coat.

"Ah ha, my little Steve, Captain America." He smiled very happily, came over to hug Steve, and patted his back.

"Mr. Wilson, why are you here? It's too dangerous." Although Steve did feel a lot better when he saw an acquaintance, he soon became worried about this person who took care of him in every possible way.

This is the Ardennes Forest, and German artillery may hit us at any time, let alone V1 rockets.

"Don't you know that I am one of SSR's sponsors now? Let me see if you are wearing long johns sponsored by Wilson Enterprises."

Saying this, Su Ming made a move to pull up Steve's trousers and look inside.

"No, sir, don't do that." Steve shyly dodged and glanced at Paige.

He doesn't want to act like a child who needs care in front of the girl he likes.

Su Ming was actually just teasing him. He came here this time to check out the situation of all parties. Hydra seemed to be very stable recently, and he didn't know what it was doing.

In fact, long johns are a good thing. Not only can they provide warmth, but the elastic fabric can also be used as a tourniquet at critical moments.

This was very popular among soldiers.

Peggy blushed because the women's long johns sponsored by Wilson Enterprises to the Strategic Science Corps were all bright red, and she was wearing them at this time.

"Anyway, the boys are all on the battlefield killing the enemy, and it's not appropriate for me to stay behind all the time, so I brought a batch of supplies this time to comfort everyone."

As Su Ming spoke, he quickly scanned the entire military camp pretending to be unintentional.

SSR's military discipline is much better than Leviathan's, at least the camp is relatively clean.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson, you are still so generous. Mr. Stark also came here a few days ago. Do you plan to meet him? Successful people like you must have a lot in common, right?"

Colonel Philip was delighted when he heard about the supplies, and enthusiastically invited Su Ming to meet Howard in the underground bunker.

"Well, he is a genius scientist. I am just an ordinary businessman. I still prefer to be with my military friends. I feel more secure."

Steve turned his head and looked at the temporary military airport in the distance and saw the plane with letters painted on it, but he didn't see the pilot or crew.

Mr. Wilson flew over by himself, flying over in a large transport plane from the German air blockade...

What kind of security do you need if you have such courage?

Steve was unable to complain, so he could only hold it back and rub his chin desperately.

Colonel Philip now looks at Su Ming like he looks at the God of Wealth. He can't just send supplies here and not even care about lunch, right?

He still dragged Su Ming into the underground bunker, and asked Steve to accompany him.

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