Thanks to Brother Xian for the reward, Yutou is very encouraged.
In the damp and cold underground tunnel, Bastian was furious in the command room.
Reinforcements, reinforcements. I want reinforcements. It doesn't matter where they come from. It doesn't matter whether they are British or Chinese. As long as they are human beings, hell, the phone is connected. Can't you just hurry up and get through the damn phone?
It only took one day for Bastian to lose his composure. His hat was stained with mud and was bruised. The originally straight military uniform on his body also became wrinkled, and there was a big bump on his buttocks.
There was a piece of dried mud, and the originally shiny black military boots were no longer shiny. They were covered with mud, as if they had just been fished out of a mud pit.
Major, the phone has been disconnected. It is probably that the phone line was blown up by the Germans. We have to wait until the line is repaired before we can make calls. The engineer company commander looked helpless.
Then send someone to repair it. Immediately, Bastian took off his hat and slammed it on the wall. A piece of crumbling soil was immediately smashed down, slamming down the table with a loud crash, covering the military map on the table.
Damn it, damn it. Bastian cursed angrily, stretched out his hand to grab the military map and tried to pull it out from under the soil. Unexpectedly, the already dampened map actually tore into two halves in the middle.
Bastian stared blankly at the broken map in his hand, and suddenly tore the map into pieces in a fit of rage. Then, with red eyes and breathlessness, he asked the engineer company commander: Why don't you follow my order? Do you want me to repair it myself?
You don’t need to go. I want to tell you that there are only 6 of my children left. They are all injured and want to repair the communication. I can only go and ask you to take care. The engineer company commander asked Bass
Tian gave a solemn military salute, then turned and left.
Bastian stared blankly as the engineer company commander turned and left. He raised his hand and opened his mouth to stop him, but nothing could be said.
Just before yesterday, when Bastien was in the rear, he still dreamed of coming to the front line, killing all the Germans, and then saving the French soldiers who were lingering on the front line, and then saving the crumbling France and becoming France.
A hero. Just one day later, Bastian saw the cruelty of the front line and the fighting power of the Germans. More than half of the troops he led suffered casualties overnight. As long as the Germans launched another charge, Bastian's
The defense line will be broken down, and then Bastien and his troops will become a dead list, appearing on the desktop of General Michelet, the commander of the French Tenth Army.
Just because he saw the fighting power of the Germans, Bastian misses Qin Zhiyuan very much now. Thinking of Qin Zhiyuan and the others chopping melons and vegetables when facing the Germans, Bastian now regrets very much and regrets that he put Qin Zhiyuan and the others back.
Kapi.
Another muffled sound like a drum sounded, and Bastian knew that it was the German shelling. If there were no accidents, half an hour later, when the shelling began to extend, the Germans would launch an attack.
Bastian picked up his helmet, knocked off the dirt inside, buckled it on his forehead, and then walked out of the command post, preparing to boost morale and face the German charge.
The corridor in front of the command post, the spiral stairs, the corners, and all other places were crowded with wounded soldiers who had not yet had time to be transported to the rear. They occupied every open space and nearly half of the corridors and stairs. The air was still as dirty as ever.
, the ground and walls were extremely damp, and in serious places there would even be water seepage. People were crowded together, and it was impossible to lie down. They could only half-rely and half-rely clinging to each other. Compared with those who had already died in battle
You unlucky ones, there's nothing to be picky about here, it's already pretty good if you're still alive.
Mr. Major Bastian's army has a military doctor. When he saw Bastian walking out of the command post, he stood up to say hello to Bastian.
How's the situation? Bastian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and let his voice give people calming power.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Bastian himself was startled. His voice was hoarse and low, like a lost person who was about to die of hunger and thirst in the desert, full of the negative power of violence and despair.
We are in trouble, we have run out of medicine, there is not enough alcohol, and there is no clean drinking water. I can only help them with simple bandages. If they cannot get effective treatment, many people will die within two days. The military doctor is close to Bastian Ear
He said quietly.
These words cannot be said aloud. The wounded soldiers are extremely emotionally unstable. If they find out the truth, God knows what will happen.
I have already stated our situation to the rear. Reinforcements will arrive soon and everything will be fine. Bastian began to make excuses, although everyone who had just witnessed the tragic departure of the engineer company commander did not believe it.
Going up the spiral staircase, the situation becomes more serious as you go up. The upper part of the tunnel and one side of the tunnel are already piled with corpses. The corpses of the French soldiers wrapped in white cloth are relatively neat and neatly stacked together for waiting.
Transport, David's body was inside.
It is unbearable to see the corpses of German soldiers piled up randomly without any treatment. After searching, most of the corpses were naked, and some had been dead for more than ten days. In the summer when the weather was still quite hot, some parts of the body had begun to swell.
If not dealt with in time, these corpses will rot and cause a serious plague. By then, without the Germans attacking, all the French will be killed.
At the entrance of the tunnel, the French soldiers waiting to attack had numb faces. They let the soil on the wall fall rustlingly on their bodies due to the shelling and ignored it. Facing death, they had already had the consciousness of sacrifice.
Just as Bastian expected, the shelling stopped half an hour later. Then, a sharp whistle sounded, and French soldiers filed out and entered their positions to prepare for battle.
Hurry up, hurry up, mount the heavy machine gun, and keep up with the bullets. Bastian stayed at the entrance of the tunnel, loudly urging the soldiers to enter combat positions, and paid special attention to key protective positions.
Leaning slightly, the dull roar of the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun sounded, followed by the crisp firing sound of the M1892 carbine, mixed with the firing sound of the British Webley .45-inch pistol.
When the sound of pistol firing sounded, Bastian knew that the German army was close at hand, so he also drew his pistol and prepared to fight to the death.
The Germans charged very quickly, and the first one to jump into the trench was a standard German wearing a traditional German pointed military helmet, with brown eyes, a big beard, and a long face and a pointed chin.
As soon as the German jumped into the trench, he saw Bastian in an officer's uniform.
After seeing Bastian, the German straightened up his rifle with the bayonet fixed, howling wildly and rushed towards Bastian.
However, from a distance of two to three meters, Bastian could clearly see the green cabbage leaves between the German's teeth and the spit particles on his beard.
Bang
Bastian fired decisively, hitting the German in the chest.
Er, the German howled miserably and staggered as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer.
bang bang
Bastian fired twice and finally knocked the German to the ground.
Just after defeating the German, before he could change the bullets, two more people jumped out of the trench. As soon as he saw the familiar pointed military helmet, Bastian knew that it was broken. There were only three bullets left in his gun.
