"Still no news?" In the headquarters of the Norwegian Volunteer Battalion in Vyborg, Alfred frowned and stared at the battlefield sand table in front of him.

Alfred's battalion headquarters was the headquarters of the Nordic Army. The sand table was also made by the staff officers of the Swedish division at the beginning. Everything is as it was five hours ago. It's just that the command post, which was originally set up according to the military headquarters, was downgraded to a small battalion headquarters.

But none of that matters. It is now interesting that the command post has not been able to contact the Swedish division since the news of the engagement had been transmitted an hour earlier.

Of course, this may also be because the commanders of the Swedish divisions believe that as a division, there is no need for them to seriously report to a battalion headquarters in the rear, so they are too lazy to send information. If that's the reason, it's fine.

The reason for the lack of contact comes from the usual practice, a large-scale rout of the front-line troops, and a loss of communication due to the chaotic situation. The loss of contact in this situation is the most worrying.

"Alfred, don't think about it." Although he is a close confidant of Quisling, Marvin is also a member of the Norwegian volunteer camp. At this time, he replied dutifully: "I have asked the company stationed at the forefront to send a reconnaissance team to follow the marching route of the Swedish division, and it is estimated that it will not be long before I can get in touch with the rearguard of the Swedish division and send back the news." ”

"Mr. Battalion Commander," said the Finnish second lieutenant, who had arrived at the headquarters of Alfred's camp after the deployment of the troops, in Swedish: "I have just sent a guerrilla group to the area where the Swedish division is located, and they will send it back as soon as they get the news." ”

After listening to them, Alfred did not rush to answer. He just stared at the battlefield sand table left by the Swedes, silently deducing the possible development of the situation in his heart.

Truth be told, he didn't want to stay in Vyborg. Whether it was the Nordic army or the Finnish army, he didn't care at all. He only cares about himself, whether he can avoid losses in the whirlpool of war, and finally find a chance to return home.

As the supreme commander of the Nordic Army in the rear, Alfred was arguably responsible for the defense of the entire Vyborg area. Although this may seem beautiful, he knows very well that behind the scenery is danger, great danger!

With a reinforced battalion to defend such an important key area, it is almost like child's play! War is not a small game, it has an iron law, that is, fairness, there is no such thing as taking advantage of the advantage and not suffering a loss.

Yes, there have been many examples of winning more with less. But it's either advanced weaponry, or a commander with wisdom and fortitude.

Alfred considered himself a mediocre officer. He was self-aware, and he expected him to command a miraculous victory at a disadvantage, and I am afraid that even he himself would not believe it.

And it seems unlikely that less than a thousand of the troops now under his command who are only armed with light weapons will not be as advanced or superior as the Soviet ones.

Unless he had a broken head, he wouldn't be so stupid as the Swedish commander before him to try to win that illusory victory.

Alfred did not expect the Swedish division to defeat the Soviet army, as long as they could form a containment, the defensive pressure around Vyborg would be greatly reduced. Otherwise, without the Swedish division, the main force of the Nordic Army, and the remnants of the Danish regiment have long since lost their combat effectiveness, it is impossible to stop the Soviet charge in any part of the crumbling Vyborg line.

For Finland, the loss of Vyborg is meaningless to think that the Mannerheim line has been cut off. And Helsinki, the capital of Finland, will also face the threat of the Soviet army because of the loss of Vyborg, which is a barrier.

Alfred is well aware of how important his position is. However, even if it is important, if you can't keep it, you can't keep it. He couldn't conjure up an army out of thin air, he couldn't get planes and artillery, and he didn't have even the slightest reserve to speak of.

If you want to talk about reserves, isn't their Norwegian battalion the reserve of the entire Nordic Army? The reserves of the reserves, which simply do not exist.

After thinking about it for a long time, Alfred couldn't find a good solution to the dilemma. Of course, he couldn't have come up with a solution. With the environment he is in, even if he is replaced by the famous German general Manstein, who was regarded as an idol by countless soldiers by annihilating the main force of the Polish army with a "backhand strike" some time ago, he may not be able to change his life for Finland.

War is fought to the end, and it is manpower, material resources, national strength, economy, science and technology, and resources ........ None of these things, on the side of Finland, can be compared with the huge Soviet Union.

Alfred wasn't a great player, but he had common sense. From the point of view of a discerning person, Finland will definitely not be able to defeat the Soviet Union in the end. It is estimated that Marshal Mannerheim of Finland would not doubt this.

Hold Vyborg, that's an impossible task. Not the Norwegians, not the Swedes, not even the Finns themselves!

"Those Finnish militias seem to be called the 'National Guard'." Alfred pursed his lips and made a cruel decision: "Let them take kitchen knives, hoes, sticks, and everything that can be used as weapons, and go into the trenches at the front." As soon as the trenches are lost, let them engage in hand-to-hand combat at close range, entangled in the pace of the Soviet offensive. ”

Fighting with bayonets is indeed the usual tactic used by the inferior side in the dying struggle. It's just that the people who fight bayonets are usually soldiers who have been trained in the relevant fields, not improvised militiamen. And the ones they use in their hands should not be kitchen knives, hoes, wooden sticks, and other rags that can't even be called weapons.

No one can say how useful this method Alfred came up with in the end. It is not known how long Alfred's cannon fodder tactics can hold back the enemy forces who have already broken into the position. But everyone understands in their hearts how cruel it is to let the "National Guard", who was just ordinary people before the outbreak of the war and had nothing but blood, fight hand-to-hand combat with Soviet soldiers at close quarters.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mustard for human life!

But this is war. War is a feast of death!

In Alfred's view, since they all had to stay and shed their blood for the country of Finland, it made sense for the Finns to spare more blood and sacrifice themselves.

The Finnish ensign who didn't care about the side had a blue face, and Alfred instructed his adjutant Marven to his own heart: "You can arrange this matter as soon as possible, and it is estimated that there is not much time left for us to prepare........

"Yes!" Marvin was also not a saint, and if there was an opportunity for the Finns to help bear the sacrifice, he would naturally approve.

It was not out of a sense of justice or for lofty reasons such as defending the capitalist world in Europe that he had managed to keep his troops in defense. The reason why he would help Finland fight the Vyborg defense was entirely because the Germans wanted them to fight.

Had it not been for the advice of his superior, Gisling, who had made him obey the instructions of the Germans. Ghosts are willing to stay and fight.