The German machine-gun battalion on the front south of Tobruk was now in danger.

It stands to reason that the soil of Tobruk, a port city on the Mediterranean coast, should be very soft due to the influence of the sea, and this is indeed the case, the soil to the north, west and east of Tobruk is indeed very soft, but the soil to the south is harder, and the attack on Tobruk from the south is originally from a low to a high place, which makes the German boys of these machine gun battalions unable to find cover and have been exposed to British fire.

"Major Stauffenberg, we tried a few more times, but we still couldn't shovel the dirt underneath with a shovel." A private with a shovel sweating profusely reported to the deputy battalion commander Stauffenberg.

Stauffenberg shook the Mauser pistol in his hand and said to the private: "If the shovel doesn't move, let me change the place to continue shoveling, such a big place, not every place will be so hard." ”

"Major, I have tried many places, but there is really no place that can be shoveled, and we are very close to the defensive positions of the British army, every attempt will attract the attention of the British, and we will lose many officers and soldiers, and when we stand on the ground and wave the shovel, it is almost completely a live target for the British!" The private explained helplessly.

"I know all of this, is it because of this that we don't build bunkers? That would only make our situation worse! ”

As soon as Stauffenberg wanted to get angry, the battalion commander persuaded him and said, "Forget it, Major Stauffenberg, don't mess around." Our immediate priority now is to get out of our current predicament immediately. ”

Stauffenberg quickly calmed down after listening to Boonas's words, and nodded: "Yes, if you can't build a machine-gun position, you have to find a way to retreat in time." But as soon as we withdraw now, the British army will definitely counterattack, and then our situation will be even more dangerous. Again, we can't put bayonets on our machine guns and fight the British. ”

"You're right, we can't withdraw now, and we can't do it if we don't withdraw." Bonnas touched his hair and said sadly: "And as far as I know, the progress of our division on other fronts is not going well, and it is basically impossible to rely on them to save us." Now, we can only rely on ourselves. ”

It can be seen that he is very worried about the current situation of his machine gun battalion.

"We've got to find a way, we're going to be dragged down by the British." Stauffenberg worried.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

As soon as Stauffenberg's words fell, three British bullets hit him, but fortunately all three bullets only hit the ground and splashed dust, but did not cause German casualties.

"Lie down!" Bonners shouted, and then all the German soldiers fell to the ground, but there were still a few German soldiers who were slow to react were unfortunately hit by the next bullet fired by the British army, and fell to the ground rolling on the ground in pain.

After a few minutes, the British finally stopped shooting.

These suppressed German soldiers had the opportunity to make a symbolic return with all kinds of light and heavy machine guns, but the British army had a fortified position after all, and their return fire basically had no effect, and the bullets almost hit their sandbags and dirt walls.

"It's not a way to go on like this! Bonas, how many of us are left? Stauffenberg, who still had dirt on his hat, worried.

"We were not full before we entered Tobruk, because we were marching too fast, two platoons were left behind, and our previous losses in Algeria were not replenished, plus our losses here...... At present, we still have about 420 troops. Bonners stated in a heartache.

"I remember that we had 580 men before we attacked, and in less than 12 hours, we lost 160 men?" Stauffenberg said in surprise.

"That's right, our position is too passive, coupled with the long-distance travel of the troops and the fierce firepower of the British, the losses of each company and platoon are really terrible." Bonnas shook his head helplessly.

This number was enough to make Stauffenberg stunned, knowing that their Clever Battalion had always been regarded as the treasure of their division, and had never suffered such a big loss since following General Rommel into Africa.

This was a heartache for Stauffenberg, who had brought out these soldiers one by one after graduating from the Dresden Infantry Academy.

Seeing such a large loss, Stauffenberg finally made up his mind to start retreating, and he said to Boonas: "We should immediately telegraph General Rommel and tell him that we have to stop the offensive and start retreating, and that the machine-gun battalion can no longer afford such great losses." ”

"Hey...... Well, our machine-gun battalion really can't go on like that anymore! "But we can't just slip away from under the noses of the British," said Bonnas, "and the British will not be able to retreat once they pursue us." ”

"I've already figured it out!" Stauffenberg smiled confidently: "Although our shovels can't shovel the ground under our feet, they can still raise sand and dust, so that the soldiers can shovel up the dust on the ground, I will lead people to stay behind and use grenades to subordinate mines, and you will lead the large army to retreat quickly." After that, I will not catch up with you with the queen of the palace, I estimate that it will take 10 minutes for the dust to completely recede at this wind speed. By the time the British army reacted, the people you brought with you would probably have slipped far away, and if the British reacted and wanted my Royal Highness troops to pursue, the subordinate Trick Thunder would be able to give them a big gift! ”

"What a good idea!" Bonners smiled approvingly, and then reminded Stauffenberg: "After your subordinates are treacherous, bring people to join me as soon as possible, and pay attention to safety." ”

...... The parting between the two almost became a farewell.

When Bonas saw Stauffenberg again, he was lying on a stretcher, covered in blood, and was carried back by the soldiers behind him with his last breath.

Bonners, who had always been strong, almost didn't roar out when he saw the bloody Stauffenberg.

On the stretcher, Stauffenberg lost two fingers of his left hand and his entire right arm, his left eye was visibly seriously injured with blood, and a blood-stained fragment was inserted in his right eye.

This combat hero, who saved the entire machine gun battalion, has to put a question mark on whether he will survive or not.

"Save him! Find me the best doctor to save him! "Major Stauffenberg is the hero who saved the entire machine gun battalion, so the medics must find a way to keep him alive!" Do whatever it takes! ”