I Am In Marvel

In the temporary camp on the front line, at the tent of the headquarters.

"In the night-long battle last night, we have lost 987 soldiers. The German enemy has more casualties than us, and now counts nearly 2,000."

After listening to the report of his soldiers, Colonel Marcos frowned deeply.

Nearly 3,000 soldiers were killed, and countless others were injured and unable to fight. It is conceivable how tragic the battle last night was!

"The Germans wanted to occupy this area so crazy last night. They definitely want to use this area as a strategic area, and then break through the hinterland of European territory. Although they temporarily retreated, they will not give up so easily. Soon after the rest It will make a comeback again. Correspondent, how many troops in the rear of our army can come for reinforcements?" Colonel Marcos frowned.

The communication soldier replied: "The rest of the front-line areas are also very tight in manpower and military resources. There are only three troops, three hundred people, who can come to reinforce here. One of the troops is a lineup of pure recruits that has just been temporarily formed from the training base."

"Recruits?" Colonel Marcos couldn't hold back his roar when he heard this. "What's the use of recruits? I'm on the front line here, not a nursery school!"

At this moment, the soldier's message came from outside the tent, "Report! A soldier named Kyle came and said that there was something important to inform the colonel."

"Soldier Kyle?" Colonel Marcos was stunned for a moment, thinking about whether he remembered that there was such a person in his camp, and he thought for a while or let Kyle go in.

As soon as Kyle walked into the tent, Colonel Marcos was slightly taken aback when he saw him, and blurted out, "Aren't you the recruit who came to report last night?"

"Yes, Colonel Marcos." Kyle nodded and recognized the other party. The colonel in front of him was the one who picked up the plane last night and asked him to go directly to the front-line combat area.

"What are you doing here?" Colonel Marcos asked coldly. At this time, Kyle hadn't cleaned himself yet, and his combat uniform was full of bloody dirt.

"I got a very important intelligence item from a German elite squad last night. I think this will be of great help to the battle, so I will come to see you directly after the battle." Kyle said, put the pocket The two parchment rolls were taken out.

"German elite squad? Intelligence objects?" Colonel Marcos was surprised, and he took the parchment scroll in a spirited way, and asked, "How did you get it?"

"Of course they were killed and found from their corpses." Kyle shrugged and briefly recounted the encounter with the German elite team on the way to the combat zone.

"You killed all the enemy elite squads lurking in the rear area of ​​our main army?" Colonel Marcos felt incredulous, then spread out the parchment scroll with a palpitating heart, and saw the map and countless German troops. cipher words.

"It really is the intelligence code of the German army." Colonel Marcos opened his eyes wide, and said with surprise and joy, "The intelligence information they are lurking to collect in the combat area should be on it! Communication soldiers, go to the rear immediately and ask for someone who can decipher the code language. Professionals come!"

"No, no need." Kyle waved his hand gently.

"unnecessary?"

Colonel Marcos and the communications soldier looked at Kyle suspiciously.

Kyle's tired young face showed a smile, "German ciphers, I happened to learn from the professionals in the training base."

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three days later.

Three days have passed since Kyle was sent to the front line to fight.

At this time, the underground research room.

'Boom! Bang! Bang! ’

In the training ground, the hanging overweight sandbags were constantly thrown away under the powerful blows of the fists.

Wearing a sweat-soaked vest, the tall and strong blond young man stood firmly in front of the sandbag. Each of his ordinary punches showed unimaginable and amazing punching power, swaying the sandbag back and forth.

Carter's beautiful eyes, who were watching from the sidelines, showed unbearable, and said aloud: "Steve. It's time to take a break, you've been like this for an hour."

'Boom! ’

As if Steve didn't hear it, he was still punching the sandbag with more strength, and sweat was constantly splashing on the ground.

"Steve!" Carter raised his voice grimly, and Steve slapped the sandbag, making the swing-like sandbag finally stop.

Steve said with a wry smile, "What am I like, a super soldier? Or an experiment hidden in the basement? I don't want to be like this."

"Steve, your battle is yet to come." Carter comforted.

"When will that come? How long do I have to wait?!" Steve's handsome and upright face was full of pain, and he said dejectedly: "My brother - Kyle. He has already gone to the front line to fight! And I, Steve Rogers, entrusted to him with great respect, stay here to live a peaceful life without the sound of war."

"Kyle." Hearing the name, Carter couldn't help being silent.

"I should be able to do more than just having a boring time here," Steve said.

"Of course. Soldier Steve, of course you can do more."

A full-fledged voice suddenly interjected, and Steve and Carter looked sideways and saw that it was a middle-aged and elderly person wearing a suit and tie.

"I'm a senator. You have a lot of stage resources and opportunities, enough for you to show your extraordinary talents to the people of the country. It's also a powerful boost to the current war." The senator smiled and took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over , "I call it, Captain America Propaganda Project."

"Captain America?" Steve was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the business card handed by the senator.

Meanwhile, the front line camped.

"Kyle, the colonel asked you to go to the headquarters."

"Headquarters?" Kyle, who had just returned from the battle, was stunned for a moment, or he handed over the firearms on hand to the correspondent in charge of the message and walked directly to the white tent of the headquarters.

"Soldier Kyle, come and report!"

"Come in."

Kyle just stepped into the tent, only to find that there are nearly a dozen officers in military uniforms standing inside.

Colonel Marcos, the highest rank in the command, was sitting in a chair. After seeing Kyle walk in, Colonel Marcos said in a raised voice, "Everyone, this is the soldier who brought back two intelligence maps and completed the interpretation three days ago. , Kyle."

More than a dozen officers immediately focused their attention on Kyle, and when they saw that he was so handsome and young, they also showed an expression of amazement.

"Soldier Kyle, you really did a great job this time!"

"Yeah, I heard that there is a map to collect relevant information about our army camp. If it is brought back by those abominable Nasui, I am afraid that it will be bombarded by bomber shells now."

"You come less, the more important thing is the second map."

"It's all important and important. I can bring back the intelligence map and interpret it. Now the quality of the recruits is really getting stronger and stronger."

"Rare talents, our army needs such fresh blood."

Kyle fell into a chorus of verbal praise, until Colonel Marcos coughed and cleared his throat, and the people in the tent restrained.

"Soldier Kyle. You have made a major contribution to the army. I will report it after this victory." Colonel Marcos said solemnly.

Kyle's pupils shrank and said in surprise: "The result of this time? Could it be that..."

"That's right." Colonel Marcos nodded, spread the information about the interpretation of the second parchment scroll on the table, and said dignifiedly and domineeringly: "Thanks to you, the second map of the interpretation is marked with several German troops. Camp base outside the combat zone here."

"With it, the general has issued the latest order - tonight, we will usher in the first large-scale counterattack operation!"