On the other side of the battlefield, the two divisions that were rushed to help also discovered the reinforcements of the 47th Division early and began to use all the forces they could use to prepare for a breakthrough. However, the situation they faced was much more difficult than that of Trod, their side was the place where they were heavily defended, unlike the rear defense belt that Trode had broken through, eighty percent of the weapons were allocated to their side, but this was the only chance at this moment, and the short time did not allow them to think about it anymore.

"The whole army is assaulting, it's now!"

Compared with the rapid maneuvering warfare of the Trod and their pure combat vehicles, this side is a large attack formation composed of infantry and tanks, although the advance speed is slow and the impact is not strong, but if it is allowed to fight in close range, then the power is not comparable to the Trood tank.

In order to avoid the dense rain of bullets and accelerate the speed at the same time, many infantry sat in the back of the No. 4 tank, crouched on the vehicle, and when the tank crossed the trench, the soldiers jumped down en masse and engaged the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

The MP38 became undoubtedly the best combat weapon, more than twice as powerful at close range as the British Stern Mk.II submachine gun, which made the German infantry feel more confident, and the British feared another weapon - the Type 24 wooden-handled grenade, which could exert considerable power in such a small place as a trench, if a mature veteran threw it after a delay of 2-3 seconds, as long as it did not deviate from the target, then the damage caused was decisive. Unavoidable.

Although there is another weapon with more lethal power in trench warfare, the flamethrower, it is also quite dangerous, and the probability of being hit in such a rain of bullets is quite high. And if the fuel canister on the Flamethrower's back is broken, he's not the only one who will suffer. The few people around him will be engulfed by the rolling flames, and this dangerous attack plan was rejected at the beginning.

"Report! Our vanguard has already engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy! ”

A non-commissioned officer rushed into the tent and spoke respectfully to a man in a black hat inside.

The man was holding the pencil in his hand, adding a few more strokes to a map that had been scribbled, and raised his head to the non-commissioned officer and said, "Let the second and third echelons go up together." The fourth and fifth preparations, except for the troops behind the pad, the other troops cover the retreat of the large army! ”

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer gave a quick salute, and then ran out as if he were flying.

"Let's go too!" Looking at the figure of the non-commissioned officer gradually moving away, the officer said: "All the personnel of the command headquarters should sort out the documents as quickly as possible, and burn them if they really can't bring them, as fast as possible!" ”

With that, all the civilians in the tent began to put things in order, and piles of blank paper with many words written on them were removed from the shelves. Some of them were blown everywhere because of the wind from the explosion, and some people began to bend down and run after the papers.

"It's burned, except for this one on the shelf!" The officer was so angry that he pointed to a conspicuous shelf with different papers, many of them yellowish. Others are wrapped in thick cardboard boxes. On this shelf is the most basic and most indiscardable information file of this division, while the documents on other shelves. Some of them are near-term operational requirements, while others are backups of past operational records, and in the final analysis, they are not something that cannot be discarded.

In fact, the time was not as rushed as the officer emphasized, but he really couldn't stand the attitude of this group of people, and the soldiers on the front line were opening up a breakthrough and buying time for them. And they spent their precious time on it, which he couldn't bear anyway.

"Sir, that's not good." A civilian with glasses walked up to him and said, "If it's all burned, blame it above."

"I'll take it!" The officer choked him back with a word, and he pointed to the people who were staring at him and said, "What else are you looking at?" Didn't I hear what I said? Go find me a gasoline drum now! ”

A few quicker people ran out. It didn't take long for a large green iron drum to be brought back with some gasoline poured into it. Although the speed of the operation was not slow, it also made the officer angry, because it was the soldiers who were in charge of the guard outside who brought back the gasoline barrels, and the civilian personnel used his orders to dispatch the guards to do the work.

"Can't you do this?" the officer hated and itched, but this time he didn't have a seizure, just yelled at the civilians to hurry up and throw the unwanted documents into the gasoline barrels that had already ignited.

Stacks of white paper were thrown into the flames, burning so fast that all that was left was a little black residue, through which no one could know what had been recorded in the papers, and sometimes destruction was the best way to keep it secret.

The officer looked at the raging flames, looked at the epaulettes on his body, and sighed helplessly. It is estimated that this time his position may not be able to be kept, although the above still trusts himself, but in his department, intrigue abounds, and there are many people who have been eyeing his position, even if they open one eye and close one eye, they will definitely impeach themselves at that time, so that they can let themselves or those close to them take the position.

He recalled that when he enlisted in the army, he didn't know which god made him join this department, and at that time he also thought that in this war-torn era, it was a very happy thing not to have to go to the front line to work hard, but the more he later felt that he would rather be on the line of fire than talk to this group of scheming soft bones here.

But he made up his mind that as long as he was in this position for a day, no, even for an hour, he would still and must do so, and this was the best way for him, a man who was "resting" in the back, to the soldiers who fought bloodily on the front line.

The officer took out a cigarette, lit it on the flame, and took a deep breath. Then he flicked his fingers, and the whole cigarette fell into the gasoline can, and he didn't care, just lowered his body slightly, and began to burn the remaining documents with the civilian staff (to be continued......