The gunfire of the station's diplomatic fire is getting thinner and weaker, and it seems that the excitement is coming to an end, or that we have resisted the first wave of the Count's attack, if he is still prepared to continue the attack. Of course I hope this is the only one we have ever had this fight, I don't have a lot of people left. It was only after I started to realize that the Count was actually more powerful than I thought, and our side was doing the opposite, much worse than I thought.

But when I was quiet and thought about it, maybe it was the fighting power shown by the other party after the battle between Fastich and Joich and the Count that night that made me make an incorrect judgment. In retrospect, we had a big advantage in the terrain that night, and if it had been like today, the result would have been very different.

I looked at the oil bottle, "Where is the injured man?" ”

The oil bottle pointed at himself, "I am." The others were almost all lightly injured like me, and the seriously injured ones were already on the list of the dead, and everyone was here. ”

I shook my head, I really wanted to beat him up for his increasingly cynical attitude, and I don't know if the Latin girl hit him too hard to turn him into the more and more indifferent to life and death of the virtue he is now. I sighed and said, "Let's cheer up and pay attention to the situation on the other side." If the Count comes next, we're going to have to fight him. ”

"Still fighting? These two sides did not defend at all. Staying in these barracks is like using the other side's mortars as targets, and they don't waste time at all fighting for us house by house, but just blow things up, and if you want to fight, you have to think about the same way you did with Pablo to get rid of their artillery. "Drag the oil bottle road.

I nodded, and it was indeed true. I pointed to the others sitting in the pit, "Is there enough ammo?" ”

"Enough. We have nothing but these broken guns here, which means that there are enough bullets. The oil bottle shook the gun in his hand and said in a slightly complaining tone.

"Are you having too many good days? The Yankees gave you a bad habit, the gun is really not good, but can't it kill people? Or is the level too far behind? Don't talk nonsense, quickly arrange for people to go to the gate of the station, and if the other party increases its onslaught, we will count on the people at the gate to cover us and leave. I said.

The oil bottle lazily stood up from the ground, "Good, good." I'll go. But isn't someone going to raid these guys' lair? It's been the middle of the night and you haven't done it yet? ”

Speaking of which, I do have expectations but... I looked at the oil bottle, "Hope that we've only known each other for two days?" Is there two days? Have you only known someone for so long? In case it's another unreliable one, or something happens, we're really here to the death? ”

"Hmm. Then I'll bring a few people over. Is five people enough? "Drag the oil bottle road.

I nodded, "Almost, we don't have many of us anyway." If you really want to evacuate, you have to contact Milk, and they have to do it first. Speaking of which, why hasn't anyone come to contact us yet, and they still want to give the Earl another wave of ruthlessness? ”

The oil bottle did not answer, but ordered five people to quickly find out the pit and head towards the door. I looked at the breach in the wall, and I suddenly wanted to see what was going on there. It's not a whim on my part, because at the moment I still don't know whether the Count wants to continue the attack, after all, my current strength is too weak to have the capital in my hands. So I'd love to see what they're up to right now.

At this moment, the gardener, who had been unconscious, moved, and snorted after moving, probably because it hurt somewhere. I came up to him, patted him on the cheek and said, "Wake up." ”

The gardener opened his eyes and said, "Where is this?" ”

"It's not hell anyway." Before I could speak, the veteran's voice came from behind me, "It should be a lot better than hell, at least now that we have pushed the enemy back." ”

"Looks like I'm not dead yet. Where's my gun? The gardener looked to his sides.

I looked back at the veteran and said, "Give him a gun." Then I looked back at the gardener, "Stay here." Take the time to rest and be ready for battle at all times. With that, I looked at the old soldier who had handed the gun to the gardener, "Come out with me, and see what the Count's men are doing now." ”

The veteran looked outside and said, "Which way are we coming from?" ”

I pointed to the row of barracks that they had been guarding before and said, "Go over there and come back." You tell other people to be on guard and not let their guard down. ”

"Understood." The veteran agreed, turned around and explained to the others.

A moment later, the veteran and I climbed out of the side of the tunnel and quickly entered the row of barracks. These barracks have been damaged to varying degrees, and are generally worse than the half of the side I have led people to defend.

The veteran and I walked along the side, and halfway through I saw the bodies of the dead on our side. Soon I found a problem. There were only a few of our corpses left here, and there were no bodies left on the other side except for some discarded guns on the ground. It is impossible that no one on the other side has been killed, and if we hadn't even killed the other party for so long, we would have already collapsed and run away. Then it can only be said that the other party has taken away the bodies of their own dead, then they should retreat in an orderly manner and without any panic. Although the oil bottle said that the other party retreated quickly, it was actually relatively calm.

The veteran and I walked through the barracks and slowly approached the wall. I slowed down and took my gun to a barracks, from where I could already observe the large breach in the wall. From here, there were no other people at the breach, and it seemed that all of them had really withdrawn from the station. However, there should be someone on the outside who will keep an eye on these breaches, although in fact the people inside us are not able to counterattack out, but the other party will not be so big, and will definitely arrange people to guard here.

"I'll go take a look. You don't move here, watch out. I whispered to the veteran beside me.

The veteran nodded, "Be careful, they don't expect to be far from the wall." ”

I answered, and then looked at where I was going, and how I got here. I was going to a small hole, almost twenty meters away, and after seeing that there were no obstacles on the way, I walked out of the barracks and slowly touched it. When I came to this small hole, I slowly looked through the hole, and there was no human figure outside the wall. I slowly moved to another broken gap next to the hole and looked out, the woods outside seemed quiet at the moment, the moonlight could not penetrate the branches and leaves, so it was pitch black in front of me.

I think there's a bunch of people in the dark woods watching this section of the fence to prevent anyone here from reaching in the direction of the station and flanking them with the people outside. This posture of the other party indicates that they should have no plans to continue attacking us for the time being. Because if we want to attack, we will not directly retreat into the woods to hide, but should stay around the wall and observe our actions at all times, and even keep suppressing us and constantly attrition, so as not to give us a chance to breathe and rearrange the defensive line, so that we can launch a new offensive after stabilizing the situation.

But at the moment the other side is not doing this, they will not be unaware that giving them a respite will bring them more losses. So what they do fully shows that they lack the confidence to attack at the moment, and they are more inclined not to make mistakes, and they will see clearly first.

Thinking of this, I retracted and slowly retreated towards the barracks. And when I got back to the barracks, I saw the oil bottles, and I don't know when they came here. When he saw me retreating, he whispered, "Someone from Milk's side is here to see you." Let's go back. ”