"Xia Ming, how about a cup of hot water?" Müller walked over and handed him a glass of warm boiled water.

"Thank you.." Xia Ming held the water glass in his hand and handed Muller a cigarette.

"Haha, you're the only one who still has this kind of thing." Mueller sat next to Xia Ming and lit a cigarette, looking very enjoyable.

It had been raining for the past two days, the temperature had plummeted, and the long night had become difficult.

Everyone basically gathered around the stove and used everything that could be burned around them as fuel.

It's not yet October, and it's hard to imagine how we will survive the long winter in another two months.

"You're right, this fight is crazy." Mueller took a deep puff of his cigarette and leaned against the wall to complain.

Now the morale of the company is declining very much, and the endless street fighting and more and more casualties make everyone under tremendous pressure every day.

Even the division headquarters already thought that they were basically GG and did not give any directional orders for two days.

They're a bit of a headless fly now, except for fighting with some friendly forces, they're brainless and attacking one after another.

Lay down a building, occupy a stronghold, and garrison it in place.

However, without a strong attack order, their casualties were not as serious as before. For the first time today, no one was killed, which is a great blessing in disguise.

"Sir, the radio has been repaired!" At this moment, the communication soldier on the second floor shouted excitedly.

"Oh, is it? I'll be right away. Captain West was writing something by the fire at this time, and he didn't seem to be in any particular mood about the repair of the radio and communications equipment.

Something happened during this time that made Captain West very unhappy.

His regimental superior, Colonel Connie, was a serious racist and homicidal. Last week, a large number of ordinary civilians were executed in full view. Today, all the men who have been captured have been dragged to the prisoner of war camps in the rear, and the ordinary civilians are basically old people, women and children.

Captain West is also a very upright professional soldier, and he is firmly opposed to the killing of civilians, and does not hesitate to confront his superiors face to face.

Since then, his company has been sent to several very difficult tasks, and if it weren't for Xia Ming's help, I'm afraid their numbers would have disappeared completely.

Putting down the notebook in his hand, West walked to a small room on the second floor with a solemn face.

"Bang!" A few minutes later, West kicked a broken chair on the second floor and broke it apart.

"Don't give us supplies, don't let us go back to rest, and attack. What are we going to attack?? I didn't join the army for this! He shouted on the second floor with some hysteria.

Now the morale of the company is low, and his own mentality is also in trouble.

But it's hard for him to think about it. For the first time, the battle in which he participated as a commander was almost completely annihilated, and this time it was also a matter of heavy casualties.

As a commander, watching his soldiers die one by one, no matter how good his mentality is, it will explode. What's more, he is a person with a strong sense of responsibility and chivalry.

It's good that there are no crashes.

"Sir, please remain calm, there is no use complaining. None of us blamed you, we all did our best. Now that the war is still in our favor, we should not give up on ourselves. Joseph looked at him downstairs with a frown. Although the German advance was very slow, it was generally moving forward.

Also occupied the Mamayev Heights, the most important commanding heights in the whole of Stalingrad. This shows that the offensive has been effective.

"...."West frowned slightly. Joseph was an absolutely excellent non-commissioned officer, but lacked strategic vision.

He only saw a little success or failure in front of him, and did not notice that the direction of the entire battle situation was tilting towards the enemy little by little.

Although West is an officer who has just entered the war, he is definitely an outstanding military talent with excellent military qualities.

What he saw was that the war was getting more and more anxious, and the supply lines would become more and more tight. The living force is slowly depleting, the opponent is fighting at home, and the cold winter is coming.

He even felt more and more that the Führer had made a wrong decision that would lead to the destruction of the Empire's soldiers.

But he, like Xia Ming, is just a captain and company commander, and he can't affect the overall battle situation.

He is indeed a little impulsive, as an officer, he still has his brothers to be responsible, and he can't be rash. We can't even infect our pessimism on everyone.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry guys, maybe I was affected by that. Our empire will be victorious, and we will continue to fight. ”

"It's okay sir, you did the right thing, we all have your back." Joseph knew that West was talking about the mutilation of civilians, and if it were him, he would have objected to it. In fact, it is already a very brave sign that he can stand up.

"Alright, let's discuss the next step, and the chief will let us act on the opportunity." West hesitated for a moment and didn't tell the truth. He didn't want to listen to any orders anymore, and he didn't want everyone to die.

Anyway, there was another problem with the radio, and he only heard half of the command. I'm afraid no one cares about the lives of the 17 of them. Clearly, they have become abandoned orphans.

He will bear all the consequences, and he hopes that these soldiers of his own will survive. At least not in his hands.

"Xia Ming, what do you think we should do next?" Joseph thought for a moment and set his eyes on Xia Ming. Now everyone has formed a kind of dependence on him, because he has really helped everyone through one difficulty after another.

Xia Ming took a sip of hot water a little depressed. He is not a saint, but his eyes are a little better, his observation ability is stronger, and he has absorbed decades of advanced theories. In fact, it is also a half-bottle of vinegar, and the potential is forced.

But in today's situation, he can only bear it head-on.

I hope to find a way for everyone to survive for themselves.

Thinking of this, he glanced back at the apartment building opposite and said, "We'll attack this building tomorrow." I've been watching them for a long time, and they're supposed to be guarded by some militia, and they're not very combative.

Judging by their desperate efforts to get water, they did not want to leave the house, and they did not want to organize an effective counterattack.

I think it's strange that it's possible that they've hoarded some supplies, or some important items that they don't want to give up. ”

Xia Ming frowned slightly, in fact, this thing is quite weird. Generally speaking, if he kills one or two, the other side should be very angry. But the few shots fired back also felt symbolic.

What's even stranger is that they have to come to fetch water and have no protection, except for sending them to death, and they can't see what the eggs are for.

Could it be that they really don't believe in evil, that is, they don't believe in their marksmanship? The question is to come one to die one ...

Xia Ming didn't want to bother thinking about the other side's thoughts.

Anyway, I'll take it tomorrow.

"Well, everyone take turns to rest, and we will attack that building tomorrow morning." West nodded slightly.

Their supplies are becoming more and more scarce, and since the rear wants to cut off their supplies and send them to death, they can only rely on robbing the enemy.

He must persevere and find an opportunity to present himself to the general.

His company was so brave that it could be said that it had performed many miraculous feats, and now it has also rushed to the forefront of the battle line. If you don't have a reward, you will be stabbed in the back.

What did you do wrong? To carry such pain?

He was most sorry for his brothers, all of whom deserved to be honored.

Especially Xia Ming, such an excellent soldier, he should have been commended by the whole army and became a hero and model for the country.

Thinking of this, West took off his hat and gently walked to the fire, picked up his notebook, and began to record again.

This is the record of every battle of his company, and he has now completely lost contact with the division headquarters. Hopefully, one day the general will be able to see his record, and the blood of heroes should not be shed in vain.