Wang Wei stood quietly behind those British soldiers.
The British soldiers were firing their guns and shouting, seemingly trying to escape judging from their appearance. Wang Wei slowly took out two grenades, pulled the pins, and then threw them out with force.
"Boom, boom!"
Two explosions rang out, followed by the cries of the British soldiers.
Then, Wang Wei suddenly jumped up, holding an MP18 submachine gun and opened fire!
The British soldiers, who hadn't fully recovered from the grenade explosions, were soon subjected to a fierce assault. In an instant, there was chaos among the British soldiers.
And the German soldiers, as if they had heard a signal, leaped out from their hiding places one after another, fiercely charging forward.
The sounds of submachine guns and rifles intermingled, and soon the battle was over.
All the British soldiers were dead. Among the corpses, Sergeant Heinrich Ellena kicked over a body wearing a coat, then compared it to a photo:
Andreas!
The primary assassination target of this mission, Andreas, was dead.
Sergeant Ellena squatted down and searched Andreas' body for a while, then found a document. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Sergeant, have we completed the mission?" Wang Wei, carrying his submachine gun, whistled as he walked over.
Now Sergeant Ellena had to reassess this lieutenant who didn't seem like a typical German officer, though it sounded a bit convoluted. Ernst Blom, the lieutenant, was a bit... slick, but his performance in battle was satisfactory. With no casualties on their side, the mission was successfully completed.
But proud Sergeant Ellena wouldn't let such thoughts show on her face. She said coldly, "Thank you, Lieutenant, I will report everything you've done promptly. However, that little soldier didn't perform well at all and almost caused us to fail."
Wang Wei knew she was referring to Adolf Hitler.
He wanted to tell her that Hitler would achieve far greater things in the future than she could ever imagine, but saying that now would probably make everyone think he was crazy.
Adolf Hitler also heard Sergeant Ellena's ruthless words and couldn't help but feel ashamed, shrinking back.
"No soldier becomes a general in a day," Wang Wei saw Hitler's reaction and, regardless of Hitler's future, he was his subordinate now, and it was a duty of an officer to support his subordinates. "I believe Adolf will achieve remarkable things in the future!"
Hitler's eyes showed immense gratitude. No one had ever spoken to him like that, no one had ever valued him so much.
But Sergeant Ellena disdainfully pursed her lips, saluted Wang Wei, and said, "Lieutenant, my task is done. I will go back to report on the mission. Good luck to you."
"Thank you, Sergeant."
It was a victory of moderate scale. When Sergeant Ellena left, the soldiers of the Third Company became lively all of a sudden. Bonker Lelere killed an enemy in this battle, but he didn't think it was a big deal. Instead, he became very interested in the submachine gun carried by Wang Wei.
Not just him, it seemed everyone was interested.
The submachine gun had demonstrated surprising power in this battle—swift shots, intense firepower, enough to fully suppress the enemy.
"This is very suitable for individual use," Wang Wei briefly introduced the submachine gun to his soldiers. "Soon... ah, maybe in a year or two, it will be equipped in the army. I think we can fully utilize the power of the submachine gun to form an assault team."
"Assault team?" Sergeant Hall looked very curious.
Wang Wei nodded. He decided to share his knowledge with these German soldiers in advance. "A submachine gun plus several grenades will become the standard equipment for assault team members. Using them in trench warfare, every two submachine gunners will be equipped with an ammunition carrier with a small cart; plus grenadiers carrying grenades; close combat soldiers with pistols and sharpened entrenching tools; machine gunners carrying machine guns; flamethrowers... Trench assault teams will be formed..."
The soldiers were fascinated by what they heard. This was a tactic they had never thought of before.
Wang Wei sighed inwardly. It was a pity that the MP18 submachine gun came out late, and there wasn't enough time to equip the army on a large scale, which prevented it from fully demonstrating its power in World War I.
When they returned to their positions, the soldiers who had stayed behind cheered upon hearing that, under their new lieutenant's leadership, they had achieved a splendid victory.
The Third Company's position was lively, but Adolf Hitler seemed somewhat despondent.
Indeed, he almost messed everything up.
"It's okay, Adolf," Wang Wei comforted him. "For anyone who goes to the front lines for the first time, such mistakes are inevitable. As experience accumulates on the battlefield, I believe you will become an outstanding... soldier."
His implication was that Hitler would become an outstanding leader, but obviously, it wasn't appropriate to say such things now.
"What about you, Lieutenant?" Hitler regained some spirit. "How did you perform the first time you went into battle?"
Wang Wei was a little stunned.
Strictly speaking, this battle was also his first time on the most real battlefield, but he didn't have the slightest stage fright, behaving as if he were a seasoned veteran.
Was it because of the harsh training he underwent while participating in the "Purple Light Plan," or was it for some other reason?
Wang Wei brushed it off casually...
As night fell and the stars twinkled, after arranging the necessary sentries, Wang Wei quietly went to a secluded corner, lay down, looked up at the stars, feeling a bit troubled.
He was in a foreign country, fighting alongside a group of previously unfamiliar people, and here he encountered Adolf Hitler.
Who else would he meet in the future?
"You will stay here until November 1, 1918. By then, you will have completed your mission and can return to base. Purple Light will undergo a new passage, hoping for good luck that time."
Little Ling's words echoed in his mind again, making Wang Wei couldn't help but smile wryly.
Where would the new passage take them? No one could give him that answer, not even the seemingly omnipotent Little Ling.
Wang Wei sighed. Since fate had already arranged everything, he would just go along with it.