Chapter 624: A fire burns in the forest

Several soldiers escorted Shura and Nina to the rest place of the youth camp, and when the worried teenagers saw that the girl they liked had returned unharmed, the excitement in their hearts directly drove them to rush forward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Where the hell have you been! I'm worried something happened to you! Ruslan took Shura's hand tightly, and finally simply hugged the girl in his arms.

Seeing him like this, Nina immediately became anxious.

"Ruslan, don't be so impulsive, she's a wounded!" Nina pulled the runaway teenager away.

As soon as he heard that the girl was injured, the young man who was on the rise became nervous again. Ruslan's day shift turned into Shura's shoving when he heard the news.

When the children returned to the resting place, everyone learned about the experience of these two girls.

Shura's head was smashed by the enemy, but Nina really acted as a hero, and she eliminated at least five enemies, which is also rare in the whole army.

The Cadet Battalion was glad that a new battle hero had emerged among them, but unfortunately everyone understood that many people could not celebrate here.

A hundred people were dispatched to the battalion for this operation, and only 62 people were left after the re-gathering. That is, at least thirty-eight casualties, and such a high casualty ratio would collapse the average force.

For these fanatical teenagers, they did not have a heart breakdown, but only infinite regret.

Shura was helped to sit down by Ruslan, and her haggard look was heart-wrenching.

Nina was naturally not injured, and Mikhail still tried to support her as much as possible.

The soldiers around them seemed to have received some new orders, and they were busy running one by one, and an officer was shouting, and Nina could understand that the man was ordering his subordinates to set fire to the building.

The girl suddenly remembered the woman in Kharkov nearby, and it was Mikhail and others who dragged her out of the house.

"Alas! What happened to that man and woman? "The girl arches the boy.

"Which woman?"

"It's the one who injured our battalion commander."

"Oh! That woman, she had already been shot. Mikhail said it lightly, he was so calm.

Nina couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "It turned out that he was shot, I thought we were taking that person away as a prisoner." Either way, that man was probably not an officer. ā€

"We can't do that much." Mikhail casually pointed at some of the adults who were busy wreaking. "Look at these comrades-in-arms, they are not easy to mess with. If the German woman they caught, if there was no military discipline, the result of that woman would be worse than being shot. Anyway, the man died a happy death. ā€

It's a bloody reality, and Nina understands what he's talking about. On second thought, that person was a warrior the moment she picked up the weapon, and she also killed and injured her comrades, so it was natural to kill her.

In this situation, the girl's expression was a little dazed, "Sure enough, the Germans will not be merciful when a child picks up a weapon, because they know that a child with a gun is just as dangerous as an adult." ā€

"Hey! What are you muttering again?! Mikhail hugged the girl tightly.

Nina leaned over and snuggled into the arms of the young man, "It's nothing, at least I still have you ......"

Their warmth was seen by Balzen, who was commanding from afar.

During the war years, it was very easy for men and women to fight side by side, but once one side was killed or injured, the damage to the other side was very great. He still remembers the scene when the deputy division commander once thought that his wife had sacrificed, and the dignified deputy division commander, the army's think tank, was directly paralyzed on the battlefield, because the command center was out of control because of his emotions!

For them, Balzen did not say much. The juvenile battalion suffered a lot of losses in this battle, and although he believed that his superiors would not squirt the blood of the dogs he scolded, it was indispensable to write a bunch of inspection documents on the affairs of the juvenile battalion.

The new order given to the Cadet Battalion was quickly communicated, and Ruslan, the commander who had been ordered on the verge of death, immediately gathered all the personnel around him.

He stretched out his hands and waved them, drawing attention to them.

"Attention everyone! The latest order, we will retreat now. Comrades, withdraw with our wounded companions to the place where we set out, and we will go now! ā€

As soon as the words fell, perhaps most of the people were still immersed in the tense war and couldn't extricate themselves, and no one moved.

Ruslan repeated it again before one of them asked aloud, "Is the battle all over?" We have captured the enemy's position, don't we hold here? ā€

"I don't know about this question! Our order is to retreat immediately! Don't be suspicious, let's act now! ā€

"And what about the fallen comrades?" A girl's voice came from the crowd.

"We can only take care of ourselves, and the sacrificed comrades-in-arms can't take care of it!"

"How so! My good friend died, so let her body stay here! How can this be! The girl was wailing in a crying voice, and the grief immediately spread throughout the camp.

At this moment, there were already many fire points in the German camp, and just when Ruslan didn't know what to do, a series of powerful explosions shocked the audience.

A few soldiers carrying sacks of burlap full of trophies on their backs looked at the black mushroom cloud rising in the air not far away and sighed: "It's a pity, obviously some shells have been dismantled, and we can still use explosives, so it's a waste......"

Balzen really can't control the people in the youth camp at the moment, and he must lead his troops to do everything he can to turn the enemy camp into a sea of fire, and even more so to implement the principle that he can't use it, let alone let the enemy use it, and wreak havoc.

When black smoke rose from the buildings, the whole army began to retreat. According to the plan, the whole army would take at least another twenty minutes to withdraw to the forest from which it had started, and to withdraw towards its own forest position.

Balzen still had a lot of work to do, and he thought that the youth camp had all left, but he found that these dozens of people had not left.

"There is really a lack of officers, and this group of children is leaderless! Could it be that children of this age feel that they are officers and have different opinions? Balzen, who was carrying a submachine gun, came very impatiently, and listened to the chatter of the crowd, and cracked a dozen bullets at the sky.

"Shut up! Whatever you're arguing about, fuck me off now! Do you want to be killed by the Germans? ā€

"But! What to do with the corpses of our comrades-in-arms? A young girl asked boldly.

"What else can I do? Stay where you are! That girl, instead of worrying about the person who died, worry about yourself! You still have a lot of girls here, don't you know what the enemy is like? Are you willing to be prostitutes? ā€

In response to women's weaknesses, a word speaks to their hearts, and the girls who were originally questioning immediately shut up.

Balzen's hideous face glared at all the children, and his submachine gun continued to spit tongues of fire into the sky, and he commanded loudly: "All do my orders!" Retreat all, otherwise you will be punished as deserters! What are you doing in a daze, wanting to be shot?! ā€

The wounded soldiers of the junior battalion had already withdrawn with the large force, and when they walked on the original offensive path, they planned to take the wounded with them. Unexpectedly, I found some people cleaning the battlefield here, and when I walked in, these people turned out to be mortars.

Suddenly, some of the fighters lost their minds and angrily accused them of not following the prospects of the troops, which made it very difficult to overcome the enemy's machine-gun fortresses. But the mortars also had their own reasons for the fact that they simply had no way to assume new gun emplacements in an open area.

Of course, there is a truth on one side, when the majority of soldiers found that these guys had carried many wounded to safe places, and some of the more gratifying wounded had received simple surgical treatment. Discontent with the mortar has also subsided.

At the moment, the retreat is critical, the camp occupied by the German army is billowing black smoke, and the first wave of reinforcements of the German army may arrive in ten minutes, and the Soviets themselves will weigh themselves at that time, and I am afraid that there will be no ammunition and energy to continue to die.