Lawrence's idea was very simple, there were three ways to change positions in war, one was based on military merit, one was based on orders, and the other was to replace the fallen superior. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bombardment would soon be over, and the only force to regain ground would be his crippled infantry battalion. In any case, as long as the troops are transferred over, when the higher authorities investigate, they can say that my battalion is not a deserter, and regain the position as soon as possible.

Many of the soldiers in the battalion did not understand the mind of their division commander, and in short, they risked great danger to return to the bombed position, and they could not be covered by the second round of artillery fire of their own artillery to carry themselves away in a wave. As soldiers, they can only obey the orders of their superiors.

In this way, the infantry battalion finally returned to the camp, which had been shattered by artillery fire, and the situation of the position was even worse. The trenches had been flattened, the buildings had disappeared, and the bodies were gone, except for the black earth and large and small craters.

"It's miserable here! I've regained my ground! Coughing a few times, Lawrence Doc stood there. Since the radio was damaged, he could not report to the friendly forces at the first time, and could only order a few people to run to the positions of the friendly troops on two legs. In order to urge, he pretended to be nervous and said: "You guys, it's best to report the intelligence before our artillery comes back to another wave of bombardment, and you shoulder the comfort of the whole battalion." ”

Of course, the heralds ran away, as if they were being chased by monsters, and at least in Lawrence's field of vision, the men did not slow down at all.

As a result, Lothaim's body had been wiped out in the bombardment, and only the remnants of an infantry battalion had returned. The fighters drilled into the crater to act as a position, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the south.

And just to the southeast of them, Balzen's troops continued to advance. The Soviets did not receive the interference of the loud noise from the shelling, and the entire marching formation was not out of order.

Setting up scouts to open the way was something that the commanders of the armies of all countries would do, and even though it was believed that the front was the original camp, Balzen sent a platoon of scouts. After all, this is a war zone, and anything incredible can happen.

On the way back, the sisters Carambola and Natasha kept holding hands, and as sniper partners, the two never gave up. After a few hours of fighting, it would be a lie to say that you were not tired, and when the battle fell silent and the nervous spirit returned to calm, Natasha's big yawn immediately resonated with the sisters.

"I'm so tired! Besika, we should really sleep a little when we get back to our position. ”

"Yes, my stomach is also very hungry, we are fighting lightly, not even a piece of Leba." Touching his shriveled belly, star fruit couldn't help sighing.

She heard her husband talk about the concept of blood sugar, and some people will be tired and faint after the so-called high-intensity battle, that is, the blood is sugar-free. Is blood sweet, why do you have to endure blood all the time during surgery? Star fruit didn't think about it so much, she only thought about sugar, if she could drink a cup of black tea with sugar, it would be extremely enjoyable.

Just as the girls were complaining, a strong aroma suddenly wafted into their nostrils.

Two open cans of meat were placed in front of the girl, and a simple and rude voice came: "Eat, this is just seized." ”

Carambola excitedly picked up the can and turned her head violently, "Igor, you think really thoughtfully." ”

It was a pleasure to be able to eat on the way back, and the German canned meat was also a piece of meat soaked in thick fat. The star fruit drank the fat without hesitation, and the meat pieces were eaten in three bites, and the canned food was thrown away.

Looking at the terrible eating appearance of the two girls, Igor was not easy to say, but just smiled and watched.

Balzen did not stop the soldiers from eating the spoils of war now, anyway, there were not many cans and bread pieces captured, so it would be good for everyone to eat them to replenish their strength. Seeing that the troops were about to return to the camp, the next step was to order the whole army to rest.

The whole army marched in a step-by-step manner, and maintained a slow speed of only one hour and four kilometers. The enemy's combat strength is nothing more than that, and there is no need to worry that they will catch up. Balzen made a rough calculation, the whole army should return to the position at least twelve o'clock at noon, and at that time it should also send a report to the division headquarters!

"I really don't know what the division commander will think, I haven't sent back a message in the morning, do they think we are lost?"

As he walked, Balzen pondered how to report to his superiors when he returned to his position.

But the sudden sound of gunfire put an end to all his thoughts, and made the relaxed warriors nervous again.

"Damn! There are enemies! Natasha quickly unloaded her rifle and reflexively scurried behind a large tree.

But this is true for some of the fighters, except for some in the junior battalion, who did not respond to the incident at all.

It wasn't until Balzen shouted a word of all concealment, and the troops in the marching army immediately hid themselves with the help of vegetation.

Star fruit hunched over to Natasha's hidden tree trunk and leaned down beside her sister, who was aiming in the direction of the gunshot, and raised her binoculars.

"Bessica, you're too sensitive! All I see in my sniper scope is tree trunks, what are you looking at with your binoculars? ”

"Of course the enemy!"

"Please, the enemy is not a pine tree, it is impossible to burst out of nowhere. Listen up! The gunfire is still far away. ”

"It's far away!" Star fruit's face was expressionless, and she was full of vigilance. "Natasha, the place where the gunshots rang out is none other than our position! It must have been the Germans, who fought with our remaining ones. ”

Hearing this, who can not be surprised, in fact, many people immediately understood that they attacked the enemy's position, but their hometown encountered the enemy.

"Not good! We had very few troops left in the positions, and some were wounded. If the enemy is strong, our men will not be able to defeat them! Natasha gritted her teeth and clenched the barrel of her gun, and she stopped aiming and quickly put away the gun. It's a pity, I thought the battle would be over, and now we still have to fight the enemy. It's not really about how many of them there are. ”

"No matter how many enemies there are or how few times they are, we will also fight." Carambola lowered her binoculars and looked at her sisters. "Honey, how many enemies did you hit last time? It is said that it is three hundred or a hundred! You've run out of 700 rounds anyway, and now it's time for you to refresh your record. ”

Natasha nodded, her own record is already two hundred and seven, although she doesn't know the female sniper Pavlichenko, in short, her record has exceeded 289, and she is the world's No. 1 female sniper! At the thought of this, the original exhaustion was swept away, the idea of rest was gone, and the female warrior now only wanted to fight.

She asked in a loud voice to Igor, who was hiding behind another tree trunk: "Do we still have enough ammunition?" We're going to fight the Nazis in a moment. ”

"Of course it is! Enough for you to fight until the end of the battle and change rifling! ”

Igor said this, and the girls were relieved. This strong man carries a lot of ammunition on his back, and he's a walking ammunition depot!

What happened in your hometown? The sentinels who quickly turned back staggered back with a few men who had remained in their positions, and of course, they were accompanied by the sound of gunfire that was getting louder and louder.

At this point, Balzen finally realized his terrible situation. "My God, is there more than a thousand enemies? We punch the enemy in the head, and they turn around and punch me in the ass? I must take back the position, otherwise the political commissar will kill me! ”