The soldiers of the support force were ready to be greeted by the metros on the way here, but they did not hear any cheers when they got out of the car, and the survivors, who had been besieged for more than four hours, only quietly glanced at the support soldiers who jumped out of the car, and then turned their heads and continued to sit on the ground and smoke the cigarettes in their hands. The tragic situation near the position told those present the reason.

There are more than 4,000 corpses lying on this land of only a few square kilometers, they are of different shapes, but without exception they all emit a foul smell due to the high temperature of summer, and this is a beautiful thing for many "aborigines" in the forest, many insects, birds and beasts are enjoying this gluttonous feast.

A soldier who had just jumped out of the car stepped on the corpse of a Frenchman, and before he could react, many of the poisonous rats and insects that were eating scattered in fright, and only then did he see what he was stepping on. Although he was also a veteran who had participated in several battles, this situation still made him vomit directly holding the truck next to him.

And there are not a few soldiers like him who react in this support force.

After vomiting, the soldier straightened up, wiped his mouth, and said to himself: "God, this is hell! ”

"Brother, is there any water?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"......Yes," he replied, then turned around as he untied the kettle at his waist. But the "person" behind him was so frightened that he threw the kettle directly on the ground.

The person in front of him was covered in an unknown object made of blood, mud, and human flesh, and emitted a foul smell, if it weren't for the steel helmet on the man's head and the iron cross, he would have thought that it was not a human but a demon.

Swear to God, he'd never seen anyone so horrible in his life.

"Brother, brother...... "He said embarrassedly, "did you just come back from the slaughterhouse?" ”

"Slaughterhouse?" The man shook his head, crouched down and picked up the kettle, then pointed around and said, "Isn't it here?" ”

With that, he unscrewed the lid of the kettle and took a big sip.

"You can wash your face in my kettle." Looking at his blood-stained face, the soldier couldn't help but say, "If it's not enough, you can also use the truck's water tank." ”

"Is that okay?" The man hesitated.

"Of course, please." The soldier made a gesture of please.

The man was no longer polite when he heard this, and took off his steel helmet and poured all the water from the kettle over his head. After a simple wash, a plain face finally saw the light of day.

"Thank you." He screwed the lid of the kettle back to the soldier and thanked him with a smile.

Seeing the face under the sludge was not terrifying, which made the soldier's mood lighter a lot, he took the kettle and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Friedham." Friedham replied as he put his dirty steel helmet back on.

"Friedham? That's a good name......" The soldier muttered, then excitedly asked Friedham, "Hey, Friedham, do you know how many people you're holding in here?" ”

Friedham thought for a moment when he heard this, and then said, "Two infantry regiments or so?" Not very clear...... Anyway, they're all just lying on the ground honestly now. ”

"You're heroes!" The soldier looked at Friedham with adoration.

"Heroes? Hehe......" Friedham laughed bitterly, "where are we heroes?" The real heroes are them. ”

As he spoke, Friedham pointed to a German corpse on the ground.

"They are, and so are you!" The soldier said seriously.

"Okay......" Friedham chuckled.

At the same time, the commander of the support unit was praising Edward.

"You are heroes! Edward, the commander of the First Army, Infantry General Erwin von Witzleben, has asked the Supreme High Command to award you the Iron Cross of the Regiment! The commander of the 138th Panzergrenadier Regiment laughed.

"You know, Aven, I'd rather not be a hero than half of my regiment of soldiers in exchange." Edward said with a sad face, "Anyway, how will our regiment be arranged next, does the division headquarters have an order?" ”

"Originally, according to the intention of the division headquarters, you should withdraw to the rear of the battle line and wait for the replenishment of soldiers and equipment, but before I arrived, I heard a staff officer from the division headquarters say that the division headquarters is going to withdraw your regiment to the country again for reorganization." Evan shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, "I think the specific file order should come down soon." ”

"What? Withdrawn to the country? Edward was taken aback. Why withdraw domestically? Isn't it the same to trim in the rear of the front? If we withdraw to the country, we may not have time to participate in the attack on Paris! ”

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that the staff officer said that it was the intention of the top to withdraw you directly to the country, as if it was a direct order from General Ludwig." "Actually, I think it's better to withdraw you to China, and you should take the opportunity to take a vacation." ”

"I don't need a break!" Edward said in annoyance.

"What about your soldiers? Don't they need a break either? Evan gestured to the surviving soldiers of the 137th Grenadier Regiment around him.

Edward looked around when he heard this, and he realized that his soldiers were already exhausted and crumbling, after all, before this battle, the 137th Panzergrenadier Regiment had been fighting in front of the main army for a month, and had never retreated to rest halfway, and now it was fighting a meat grinder-like battle with the French army several times his size, and it was normal for soldiers to close to collapse physically and mentally.

"Okay." Edward sighed, "I think we do need to fix up for a while......"

"Hmm." Evan nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what, you can withdraw with your troops first." The divisional field hospital is in the back, and you have to look at your hands, otherwise the weather will easily fester. ”

"Okay! Then I'll leave it to you. Edward nodded, stood up, and said, "You're going to have to give me a good kick in those French ass!" ”

"No problem!" Evan agreed with a smile.

Edward left Aven's regimental headquarters and walked to the rear to have the officers of all levels in the regiment assemble their troops.

Soon, the remaining 1,000 people of the 137th Regiment stood in front of Edward in a neat formation.

Seeing that his soldiers were exhausted, Edward did not say anything more, and after the crowd was ready, he ordered the soldiers to get into the trucks sent by the Wehrmacht, and drove with the remains of the dead soldiers to the forward base behind the battle line.

They were joined by thousands of French prisoners of war who had been taken prisoner by them, and of course, the prisoners of war would not have trucks to sit on, and they would be escorted back to the prisoner-of-war camp in the rear by SS escorts.

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