(Thanks to Brother Axian for his reward, the fish head is very encouraged!) ）

In the damp and cold underground tunnels, Bastian was furious in the command room.

"Reinforcements! Reinforcements! I want reinforcements! It doesn't matter where it comes from, it doesn't matter if it's British or Chinese, as long as it's human! Hell, did the phone go through? Can't you just get that damn call in a hurry? ”

It only took a day for Bastian to be uneasy, his hat was covered with mud spots, and he had been deflated, his original straight military uniform had become crumpled, and there was a large piece of dried mud on his buttocks, and his long black and shiny military boots were no longer shiny, and they were covered with mud, as if he had just been fished out of the mud pit.

"Major, the phone is not working, it is estimated that the telephone line was blown up by the Germans, and the call can not be made until the line is repaired." The engineer company commander looked helpless.

"Then send someone to fix it, right now!" Bastian took off his hat and slammed it against the wall, and a crumbling piece of dirt was immediately smashed down, and the table was slammed into the table, covering the military map on the table.

"Holy shit, damn it." Bastian scolded angrily, reached out and grabbed the military map to pull it from under the dirt, but he didn't expect the map, which had regained a little, to "tear" and break in half from the middle.

Bastian looked at the broken map in his hand in a daze, suddenly tore the map to pieces like a vent, and then asked the engineer company commander with red eyes and panting: "Why don't you carry out my order, do you want me to repair it myself?" ”

"I don't need you to go, I'll go...... I want to tell you that there are only 6 of my children left, all of them injured, and I have to go to fix the communication...... Please take care. The engineer company commander gave Bastian a solemn military salute before turning to leave.

"......" Bastian watched in a daze as the engineer company commander turned to leave, raised his hand and opened his mouth to stop him, but he couldn't say anything.

Just before yesterday, when Bastian was in the rear, he fantasized about coming to the front line, killing the Germans, and then saving the French soldiers who were struggling on the front line, and then saving the crumbling France and becoming a hero of France. Just one day later, Bastian saw the brutality of the front line and the fighting power of the Germans, and his troops suffered more than half of the casualties overnight, and if the Germans launched another charge, Bastian's line would be broken, and Bastian and his troops would be turned into a list of the dead and appear on the table of General Misheret (General Mishelet, commander of the French Tenth Army).

It is precisely because he has seen the combat effectiveness of the Germans that Bastian now misses Qin Zhiyuan very much, thinking of Qin Zhiyuan when they faced the Germans, Bastian now regrets it very much, regretting putting Qin Zhiyuan and them back into Kapi.

There was another muffled sound like a drum, and Bastian knew that it was the Germans who were shelling, and if there were no accidents, half an hour later, when the shelling began to extend, the Germans would attack.

Bastian picked up his helmet, knocked the dirt off it, snapped it to his head, and walked out of the command post, ready to boost morale and meet the German charge.

The passages in front of the command post, on the spiral stairs, in the corners, and so on, were crowded with wounded soldiers who had not yet had time to be transported to the rear, and they occupied every open space, occupying nearly half of the passages and stairs. The air is still as dirty as ever, the ground and walls are damp, and even water seeps in serious places, and people are crowded and next to each other, and they can't lie down at all, so they can only half-lean and half-lean against each other. Compared to the unlucky ghosts who have already died in battle, there is nothing to find fault with here, and it is good that they are still alive.

"Mr. Major...... Bastian was armed with a military doctor in his unit, and when he saw Bastian walk out of the command post, he got up to greet Bastian.

"How's it going?" Bastian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and his voice was calming.

As soon as he said this, Bastian himself was startled, and his voice was hoarse and low, like a lost man dying of hunger and thirst in the desert, full of the negative forces of tyranny and despair.

"We're in trouble, we've run out of drugs, there's not enough alcohol, and there's no clean drinking water...... I can only help them with simple bandages, and if they don't get effective treatment, many will die within two days. The medic whispered in Bastian's ear.

These words cannot be said out loud, the wounded soldiers are extremely emotionally unstable, and if they find out the truth, God knows what will happen.

"I have already stated to the rear our situation, reinforcements will arrive soon, and everything will be fine." Bastian began to paint the pie, though the crowd who had just witnessed the tragic departure of the engineer company commander did not believe it.

The further up the spiral ladder went, the more serious the situation became, and in the upper part of the tunnel, the side of the passage was already full of corpses. The corpses of the French soldiers wrapped in white cloth were quite neat, neatly stacked together for transportation, and David's body was inside.

The corpses of the German soldiers, which were piled up haphazardly without any treatment, were unbearable to witness, most of them were unclothed, some had been dead for more than ten days, and in the summer when the weather was still quite hot, some parts of the body had begun to swell, and if not treated in time, these corpses would decompose, and then cause a serious plague. When the time comes, without the Germans attacking, the French will all be killed.

At the mouth of the tunnel, the French soldiers waiting for the attack were numb, and let the soil on the wall be shaken down by the shelling, and they fell on their bodies and ignored them, and in the face of death, they already had the consciousness of dedication.

Just as Bastian expected, after half an hour, the shelling stopped. Then, a sharp whistle sounded, and the French soldiers rushed out and entered the positions to prepare for battle.

"Hurry, hurry, put the heavy machine gun on the rack, the bullets keep up." Bastian stayed at the mouth of the tunnel, loudly urging the soldiers to enter the combat position, and took care of the key protection position.

Leaning slightly, the dull roar of the Haqikis heavy machine gun rang out, followed by the crisp firing of the M1892 carbine, mixed with the firing of the British Webley Point four- or five-inch pistol.

When the pistol fire rang out, Bastian knew that the Germans were close at hand, so he also drew his pistol and prepared to fight to the death.

The Germans charged quickly, and the first to jump into the trench was a standard German wearing a traditional German pointed military helmet, with brown eyes, a large beard, and a long face with a pointed chin.

As soon as the German jumped into the trench, he saw Bastian in an officer's uniform.

At the sight of Bastian, the German raised his bayonet rifle and howled at Bastian.

Only two or three meters away, Bastian could clearly see the green leaves between the Germans' teeth and the foaming stars on their beards.

Bang!

Bastian fired a decisive shot, one shot in the front of the German's chest.

"Uh......" the German howled, staggering as if he had been hammered with a sledgehammer.

Phew!

Bastian fired two shots in quick succession, finally knocking the German to the ground.

He had just knocked down the German, and before he could change the bullets, two more men jumped out of the trench, and as soon as he saw the familiar pointed helmet, Bastian knew that it was broken, and he had only three bullets left in his gun, and there were two Germans in front of him.