Somme.

October 18, 1916, Supplementary Battalion.

Beginning in mid-October, the Anglo-French forces suddenly intensified their offensive, countless shells smashed into the German positions like crazy, and a large number of enemies launched attacks in waves regardless of life and death.

German casualties increased suddenly.

From the 16th, the replenishment battalion withstood numerous enemy attacks. Sometimes the 3rd Company, which was placed at the forefront, was undoubtedly under tremendous pressure.

Although the soldiers of the third company still firmly controlled the position in their own hands, they always felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone was missing.

Ernst Bream!

The order to be the acting battalion commander of Ernst had reached the supplementary battalion, but the captain was slow to return. The soldiers always felt that there was something missing from the backbone.

Another wave of attacks was reluctantly repulsed, but Sean's ammunitionman, Ekin, fell

Sean's mood is sad, since the outbreak of the war, he has lost too many comrades. In a way, he was even a little numb to death.

But this time it made him angry.

Hall, who had been promoted to second lieutenant, became the acting company commander of the 3rd Company. His bravery and loyalty to Germany were beyond reproach, but he was too mechanical.

He was given the task of staying here, and he could do it to the letter, but he refused to make any changes.

During the previous British attack, there was obviously a huge gap in the left flank, and Boncrere once suggested to Hall to send a force to surprise and reduce the pressure on the frontal line, but Hall did not hesitate to refuse.

"Our task is to hold on, not to attack!" That's Hall's only answer.

So the third company had to passively die here

If he could have taken the initiative, maybe Ekin wouldn't have died; If we had been more flexible, perhaps there would not have been so many casualties.

If Captain Ernst had been in command, perhaps he wouldn't have had to fight so hard at all

"It's good that Captain Ernst is here." Boncrere sighed and lay down on the position: "We have died twelve more people today, Sean, do you think the captain will allow such a large number of casualties here?" ”

"No, it won't." Sean replied without hesitation: "The captain is brave, and he will never be so old-fashioned." I was skeptical of Hall's ability to command a company. ”

"I miss Captain Ernst too." Steck, who was on the side, said listlessly: "Do you think Captain Ernst will forget about us?" Berlin is a great place to be. ”

"Hey, don't say that, Captain." Sean looked very dissatisfied: "No one can doubt the captain. ”

Steck sighed: "How could I doubt the captain? It's just that I really want him to come back and take command again" Speaking of which, he lowered his voice a bit: "The only person in the entire Third Company who doesn't want the captain to come back is probably the only Jew." ”

Everyone knew that the Jew he was referring to was actually Hall.

Is Hall bad? He's not bad, on the contrary, he cares about the soldiers. But the feeling he gave to the soldiers was always a little strange, and it was a completely different thing from the feeling of Captain Ernst when he was here.

The veterans of the third company all knew that after the previous company commander was wounded and left the battlefield, Hall was the most promising to be promoted and directly take over the third company, but they did not expect that a new company commander was sent from above.

It was from that moment on, that Hall's feeling changed somewhat.

He became reluctant to talk and became slightly depressed. Promotion is not everything, but it is a recognition of a military honor.

"Be in good spirits!" Hall's voice came: "The new offensive of the British will start soon, don't stand here stupidly, take out some spirit, damn it, it's all rubbed." ”

The soldiers, who didn't look very reluctant, climbed up from the ground one by one with their guns in hand

The routine shelling soon covered the position, and the German artillery was desperately returning fire. In the huge cannon sound, a terrifying wave of air was set off.

The German soldiers hid silently in the trenches, indifferent to the shelling, who had long been accustomed to shelling.

Some people were thinking about something with their eyes closed, and some were praying silently. God decides the life and death of everyone, and God knows if the cannonballs will explode around him.

"Hey, get into position, get into position!" Hall's words rang loudly in the ears of all the soldiers.

The enemy is attacking!

Buncrere picked up the gun in his hand, his eyes staring straight ahead. Over the course of several days of fighting, he had already killed more than ten enemies, a remarkable number other than heavy machine gun shooters.

Boncrere couldn't imagine how Captain Ernst's miracle of killing hundreds of enemies had been accomplished!

The whistle of the British began to sound, and then a dense enemy came up

Boncrere adjusted his breathing, the muzzle of his gun locked onto an enemy

The moment Sean's heavy machine gun rang out, Boncrere pulled the trigger as well.

The gunfire drowned out the roar of the heavy machine guns, but Boncrere could see his target fall under the bullets

When humans invented hot weapons, when heavy machine guns, airplanes, and tanks were invented one by one, it meant that every war would become the most tragic massacre.

Thousands of people would die in the war, and the blood would merge into rivers and drown the battlefields full of corpses.

There is no need for sympathy here, there is no need for pity, all that is wanted is endless killing

There are so many enemies that even the roaring heavy machine guns can't stop the waves of enemies coming up in layers.

People are constantly dying, enemies or their own. The sound of shouts, gunshots, and whistles mingled to turn the battlefield into a terrible hell.

No one knows who will fall in the next minute

Fierce battles were taking place on all fronts, and no one could help the Third Company, and now it was up to itself.

Casualties were mounting, and the British seemed to be insane in this attack. One layer was knocked back, and then another layer rushed up with a whistling voice.

They seem to be relying on crowd tactics to completely submerge this place.

"Ensign, the left flank has been broken through!"

"Second Lieutenant, we can't hold on here!"

"Hey, no, Manrui is injured, who will help!"

The voices came and went, distraughting Ensign Hall.

Damn, is it true that the position can no longer hold on?

It would be a shame on yourself!

What would Captain Ernst Bram do if he was here?