Ihe temporary camp at the frontline, in the a.

  "After st night's battle, we have lost 987 soldiers, while the German enemy has suffered more casualties than us, with a total t of nearly two thousand," The soldier reported the situation to el Marcos.

  Upon hearing the report, el Marcos furrowed his brow deeply. The death toll of nearly three thousand soldiers, coupled with tless injuries that rehem uo fight, indicated just how brutal the battle had been.

  "The Germans were so desperate to occupy this area st night. They must have inteo make it a strategie and therate deep into Europeaory. Although they temporarily retreated, they won't easily give up. After regrouping, they will soon unother offensive. unication Officer, how many troops do we have in the rear that reinforce us?" el Marcos' brow tightened as he thought of the future attacks.

  The unication soldier replied, "The remaining forces in other frontline areas are also stretched thin in terms of manpower and military resources. We have three units, totaling three hundred soldiers, avaible for reinfort. One of the units is posed entirely of newly recruited soldiers formed from the training base."

  "New recruits?" el Marcos, upon hearing this, couldn't help but shout in anger, "What good are new recruits? This is the frontline, not a training camp!"

  Just then, a soldier's voice could be heard outside the tent, reying a message. "Rep! A soldier named Kyle has arrived, g to have important information that he o notify el Marcos."

  "Soldier Kyle?" el Marcos was taken aback for a moment, uo recall the sudden appearance of this person in the camp. After some thought, he decided to let Kyle in.

  As Kyle ehe tent, el Marcos looked at him and excimed, "Aren't you the new recruit who reported ierday?"

  "Yes, el Marcos," Kyle nodded, reizing the officer in front of him as the one who received him at the airport and then directly sent him to the frontline bat zone.

  "What are you here for?" el Marcos asked in a cold voice, feeling unimpressed at this moment. Kyle hadn't even ed himself yet, and his battle suit was stained with the foul odor of blood and dirt.

  "I obtained a crucial piece of intelligence from ae German squad st night. I believe it will greatly assist in this battle, so I came to inform you immediately after the battle ended," Kyle said as he took ter scrolls from his pocket.

  "Ae German squad? Intelligence?" el Marcos was surprised when he heard this and he eagerly took the scrolls, asking, "How did you acquire them?"

  "I killed them and found the papers on their bodies," Kyle shrugged, briefly reting the enter with the Germae Squad during his jouro the bat zone.

  "The enemy's elite squad lurking in the rear of our main forces, and you killed them all?" el Marcos found it hard to believe. He then nervously unfolded the paper scrolls and saw that they tained maps and numerous coded words used by the German forces.

  "It's ihe German code nguage," el Marcos's eyes widened in both surprise and delight. "The information they gathered about the bat zone should be on here! unication soldier, immediately go to the rear and request professional codebreakers to e over!"

  "No need, it's not necessary," Kyle waved his hand as he spoke.

  "Not necessary?" el Marcos and the unication soldier looked at Kyle in fusion.

  With a tired look on his face, Kyle smiled and said, "I happen to have learhe German code nguage from the experts at the training base."

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  Three days ter.

  Ihe underground research b.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Iraining area, the oversized pung bag kept flying through the air uhe powerful punches.

  Wearing a sweat-soaked tank top, a tall and muscur young man with blond hair stood firmly in front of the pung bag. Every punch he threw dispyed an unimagirength tained in his arms as he relentlessly pummeled the bag bad forth.

  Agent Carter watched this from nearby, her eyes filled with , as she spoke up, "Steve, you should take a break. You've been at it for an hour already."

  "Bang!"

  Steve tio pound the pung bag with increasing force, his sweat flying off and spttering onto the ground.

  Agent Carter raised her voice, "Steve!" in an attempt to get his attention. Finally, Steve stopped his assault on the bag, which swung bad forth like a pendulum.

  "What am I doing? Am I really a Super Soldier? Or just an experiment hidden in the basement? I don't want to be like this," Steve said with a bitter smile on his face.

  "Steve, your time to fight will e," Agent Carter reassured him.

  "When? How long do I have to wait?" Steve's face, handsome and full hteousness, was now filled with a pained expression.

  He sighed, "Kyle has already goo the front lio fight! And here I am, Steve Rogers, entrusted with great expectations, yet left behind to live in peace without even going to war."

  "Kyle..." Agent Carter fell silent upon hearing the name.

  "I should be able to do more than just pass the time here," Steve said with determination.

  "Of course. Soldier Steve, you are capable of so much more." Suddenly, a fident voiterjected their versation as Steve and Agent Carter turheir heads to see a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walking toward them.

  "I am Senator Brandt. I have ample resources and opportu my disposal, enough to showcase your extraordinary talents to the eion. It also be a powerful aid in the ongoing war," Senator Brandt smiled and took out a business card from his pocket, handing it over. "I call it the Captain America Publicity Campaign."

  "Captain America?" Steve was taken aback by the name and he hesitated for a moment before accepting the business card offered by Senator Brandt.

  Meanwhile, at the frontline camp.

  "Kyle, el wants to see you at the and post."

  "The and Post?" Kyle, who had just returned from bat, was momentarily surprised. He handed his firearms to the unication Officer in charge of reying messages and made his way to the white tent in the area which was also dubbed as the mai or the headquarter for this battlefield.

  "Soldier Kyle, rep in!"

  "e in."

  As Kyle stepped into the tent, he noticed several officers in military uniforms, almost a dozen of them. el Marcos, the highest-ranking officer at the 'headquarters', sat in a chair and, upon seeing Kyle's arrival, raised his voice to introduce him. "Gentlemen, this is the Soldier Kyle, whht back two pieces of intelligence maps three days ago and successfully deciphered them."

  All the officers immediately focused their gazes on Kyle, expressing their astonishment at his young and handsome appearance.

  "Soldier Kyle, you have truly achieved a great feat this time!"

  "Yes, I heard that one of the maps tained intelligence about our military camp. If it had fallen into the hands of those Nazis, this pce would have been bombarded by enemy pnes."

  "Don't fet the importance of the seap."

  "They are both important! Being able to retrieve and decipher the intelligence maps shows the growing strength of our new recruits."

  "A rare talent indeed. Our army needs fresh blood like yours."

  Kyle found himself amidst a shower of praise until el Marcos cleared his throat and the tent fell silent.

  "Soldier Kyle, the signifit tribution you have made to the army will be duly reported once we secure our victory," el Marcos said solemnly.

  Kyle's pupils stricted and a surprised expression appeared on his face as he asked, "Victory? Are you saying..."

  "That's right." el Marodded, spreading out the decoded information from the sed part oable. With an imposing aura, he decred, "Thanks to you, the seap reveals several German encampments outside our bat zone."

  "With this information, the General has issued new orders— tonight, we will unch our first rge-scale teratta them!"

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