Wiesenberg looked at the second group of casualties in his unit without saying a word, and several first-aid soldiers were making a last-ditch effort to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds of their wounded colleagues. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Unfortunately, even though the soldiers had used every method at their disposal, their work was still fruitless. Blood poured out of the bodies of the wounded, sending them to death.

Eventually, they gave up their efforts, stood up and stepped aside, leaving the rest of the work to the platoon leader who temporarily played the role of pastor.

While the lieutenant was doing his duty, one of the soldiers turned to look at Wiesenberg. "I'm sorry, Captain. But we've done our best. ”

After a moment of silence, Wiesenberg nodded slowly and heavily. "I know, soldier, thank you for your efforts."

"But I have a question, Captain." The soldier continued, "I don't understand, why can a bullet fired by a Chinese cause a bigger wound than an ordinary bullet?" ”

He turned his face sideways to look at a wounded soldier who had just died. This unfortunate guy was only hit in the chest and abdomen by two bullets, and if those were two Mauser bullets, then he could have survived, however the American bullets used by the Chinese did not leave him and the rescuers any chance.

Because the wounds caused by those two bullets were much larger than those of ordinary bullets, and based on the rate of blood loss and death, it is speculated that they caused more wounds inside the human body than wounds left on the surface and caused his death. And this soldier was not the only example, as were the other who had fallen in battle, including Second Lieutenant Mützenberg, the sergeant, and three soldiers who had died in the previous battle.

That's thirteen examples, and many more could become - if anyone is still hit by a Chinese bullet. Yet this is something that no one has ever seen, and not even a single person has ever heard of such a story—and when you consider how rare it is, thirteen examples are a bit more.

The soldiers all wanted to know why.

Wiesenberg also wanted to know, and was more desperate than anyone else—that it was his men who died anyway, and he had to take responsibility for their deaths, while at the same time making sure that the same thing didn't happen to anyone else. However, it is almost impossible to do so.

As long as the Chinese army is still waiting on this path, ready to ambush his troops, then new casualties are bound to appear. Even if he asked the soldiers to be vigilant, and the soldiers were indeed on high alert, the Chinese were the masters here, and had ruled it for thousands of years, and they knew every suitable place for hiding, and knew every path that could enter and evacuate positions, and it was impossible for him to stop them.

Even, it was impossible for him to discover the positions of the Chinese in advance. Now, sending a small number of soldiers to search the front of the team has become an extremely bad idea that only kills the soldiers: it is obvious that the Chinese have recognized their shortcomings and adjusted their tactics, further narrowing the target to a search squad of only a few people, preparing a way to slowly but effectively exhaust his strength and eat his soldiers in small bites.

Just like that.

Wiesenberg slowly reflected on the battle just now, the lightning attack. Completely without warning, the ambusher suddenly appeared, hundreds of rifles concentrated their fire on the eight soldiers of the search team, and then quickly withdrew before the troops left behind arrived, without even giving him a chance to counterattack.

The captain had to admit that this was an extremely effective tactic, simple and straightforward, which could not only compensate for the serious shortcomings of the Chinese soldiers in terms of shooting skills and fighting will, but also achieve some achievements at the least cost, and force him to shrink his troops and reduce the speed of the march.

And they did.

Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, they all deserve hell!

Wiesenberg cursed his increasingly hated foe one last time, and then came back to his senses. "I have no way of answering your question, soldier." He turned to the officers, "In the light of the present situation, I am obliged to shrink my troops, no longer send soldiers out to search, and at the same time reduce the speed of the march - but, gentlemen, tell your soldiers, keep their eyes open, load their bayonets, and rush up and kill the Chinese as soon as they are spotted." ”

"Understood, Captain."

"And tell your soldiers, don't care what Chinese they see, armed or unarmed, as long as it's a yellow-skinned monkey, kill them all." Wiesenberg went on to say, his right hand clenched into a fist and waved in the air, "They have to pay for their actions." ”

He only wanted revenge now, finding every Chinese he could find, killing them, and hanging them from trees to warn their fellow citizens that they would never have the courage to look sideways at the Germans, so that they would never have the courage to challenge the majesty of the German army.

However, this was what his honorable emperor asked all the German servicemen at the moment of departure of the expeditionary force, to punish the Chinese, to make them remember the more powerful Germans as the Germans remembered Attila and the Huns - the captain had almost completely forgotten it, but his officers remembered it and knew it very well.

"Of course, Captain." On behalf of his colleague, Second Lieutenant Thurben replied, his voice chillingly cold, "That's what we're here for, isn't it?" ”

"Yes, second lieutenant, that's our purpose." Wiesenberg stared at him, then at the others, and his gaze became stern, "So, what are you waiting for?" ”

"Your orders, Captain." The officers replied together.

Command? Wiesenberg sneered and gestured. "Keep going!"

Every officer and soldier who heard the order went into action.

At this moment, Zhang Shao knew that his battle was about to begin, and this was something he had been waiting for for a long time, the end of a children's game - a few days ago, in order to decide the order of the battle, he had an unprecedentedly fierce dispute with Wu Luzhen and Lan Tianwei, but neither of them could defeat the opponent with words, so in the end, they had to use the method of guessing the fist to decide the order - he won, and cleanly, winning all four fights, so he could be ranked third, with enough time to think about tactics.

However, Zhang Shaozeng has not yet decided which tactic he should use. Wu's troops proved that the soldiers under their command could not engage the German soldiers face-to-face, and could only use concentrated fire to attack a squad as small as a few people, try to eliminate the target at once, and then immediately retreat.

But Lan Tianwei had already used this tactic, and it was quite successful, and at the cost of the Germans changing their way of marching, so he had to abandon it and choose a new one.

The question is, what are the new tactics?

It is necessary to find a flaw that can be exploited and is fatal enough. Of course, there is definitely a flaw in the Germans, there is no doubt about it, but what is it and where? Zhang Shaozeng has not yet found it, so he can only continue to observe his target through the telescope, carefully looking for every possible sign, and then analyze, deduce, and make a decision. Unfortunately, he was never able to find the flaw and had to continue his search.

As he did so, Wiesenberg's forces were getting closer to his position, and the time he had left to think was rapidly dwindling.

But this was what his officers and soldiers were happy to see: if Zhang Shao had been thinking so much that he missed the opportunity to attack, then they could wait quietly for the Germans to pass, and then safely withdraw from their positions and return to Taiyuan, without any responsibility; If Zhang Shaozeng suddenly came to his senses and gave an order without thinking, they could easily perfunctory him, fire at will and evacuate as soon as possible, still without encountering danger, and again, without taking responsibility.

The officers and soldiers looked forward to seeing either of these two outcomes come to fruition, and, looking at the approaching German troops, they grew optimistic that things would eventually turn out as they thought they would.

However, their good intentions were soon disappointed.

It's not because Zhang Shaozeng has found the flaw he needs and come up with a tactic, it's just because of an unexpected gunfire - an overly nervous soldier inadvertently touches the trigger, this kind of thing often happens on the battlefield, but always at the wrong time, it will cause some chain reaction.

While Zhang Shaozeng and his officers were in a state of surprise and had not yet reacted, the soldiers who were also too nervous had already begun to shoot.

Because of his vengeance, Wiesenberg became agitated and his face began to distort. "Chinese!" The captain, clutching a command knife in his right hand and a Mauser pistol in his left, shouted to his soldiers: "Soldiers, the time has come to punish the yellow-skinned monkeys." Follow me and kill them all! ”

He began to charge, and his soldiers, who had only anger left in their heads, followed him, shouting "For the Emperor" or "For Germany", and rushed to the enemy position.

Zhang Shao had been startled by what he saw—he had no idea why the Germans had become so fanatical—but it was only a few seconds before a smile replaced surprise.

"Retreat." He told the officers, "Divide up and run to different places, but don't run too fast, don't get too far away, and make sure that the Germans will always be able to chase you." ”

"Your Excellency!" The officers were taken aback.

"Do as I say. I have a plan ......" (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )