"I suddenly realized that we seemed to be out of water!" Licorice picked up instant coffee and prepared to make a cup of coffee to refresh himself, although the taste of this coffee was terrible, and he had complained many times, but at this time he had to rely on this refreshment, after all, the enemy could rush up again at any time.

"Brewing coffee? Don't think about it for the time being, the coolant of the tank over there is about to run out, we are still short of water here, and we are organizing a team to transport it from the mountains, but don't expect much, at most we will not die of thirst, the fighting in the mountains is fierce, and the water sources in many places are polluted. John pursed his chapped lips and sighed.

Licorice instantly understood, what is the water source is polluted, it is clear that it has all been dyed red, 200,000 mountain infantry rushed into the mountain, so many days have not come back, or there is news back, but the commander concealed it, it can be seen that the intensity of the enemy's resistance, the battle situation in the mountains is probably worse than here, and every step forward of the mountain infantry is piled up with their lives.

"Tick~~" It seemed that something fell on his face, licorice touched his cheek, wet, looked up at the sky, I don't know when it was shrouded in dark clouds, the sky that had been shrouded in gunsmoke became completely dim, and large and small raindrops began to fall continuously.

The sparse raindrops fell on the wreckage of the tank in front of Licorice, splashing more drops, Licorice looked at the rain that kept falling in the sky and said slowly: "You just said that we are short of water, right?" I think in a few days we're probably going to have a lot of non-combat attrition. ”

"You mean what Meyer once told us about the rain?" John said thoughtfully.

"Yes, Meyer once told us that there are a lot of bacteria and dust and other impurities in the rain, and now this is a battlefield, a battlefield completely shrouded in gunsmoke, and the rain will only contain more impurities." Licorice sighed softly.

John picked up the cup that had been placed on the wreckage of the tank, and at this time there was some water in the cup, but there were some small black particles sinking at the bottom of the cup.

"It seems that this rain cannot be counted on, so it can only be used to cool the tank." Draining the stagnant water from the cup, John said with some disappointment.

After a few more days, sure enough, many soldiers had to drink some rain because of lack of water, and then began to get sick, in this encirclement, because the supply line was cut off, even medicine and ammunition were a little insufficient, the Germans had to use airdrops to send supplies in large quantities, but this was only a drop in the bucket, from the fifty-fifth day the defenders here began to have a large number of casualties, sadly, because of the increase in casualties, the pressure on the supply was eased, but even so, The defenders' armoured units were also about to be damaged.

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"Where's the air support I need? Why hasn't it arrived yet! ”

"What do you say? The Air Force is on holiday? Tell them! The Army hasn't had a holiday yet! ”

"Smack!" Hung up the phone fiercely, didn't say anything more, and didn't blame the air force again, at this time, the holiday meant death, and the nearby air force that could support them had all been killed.

"Resist it all! We must not retreat! We are the nails, firmly nailed here, nailed to the deadliest position of the enemy! Hold here, the great victory of the Motherland is at hand! "In the trench, a bandaged, blood-stained commander roared hoarsely in a hoarse voice, boosting the morale of the soldiers around him, and the Soviet soldiers also roared one by one and continued to charge towards the position in an attempt to take this place that had been unfortified for a long time, a Soviet soldier fell, but soon more soldiers stepped on his body and continued to rush up, and the German soldiers also continued to die in this constant attrition, but even if the enemy had rushed in front of him, None of them had any intention of retreating, and they held on to their place, even if they were all killed.

"John, I'm out of bullets." At the rear of the line, Licorice crouched in a charred crater and fired the last bullet of his gun, and a Soviet soldier who had just rushed to the front fell to the ground.

"Honestly, I don't think we're like snipers at all, but high-level sharpshooters." John put down his gun, put a bullet in Licorice's hand, and said quietly.

"It's normal, I've heard that the paratroopers are used as high-level infantry, and we're not bad, at least the treatment is good enough." Licorice picked up the bullet and said optimistically as he reloaded.

"I'm afraid we're going to lose here, we're running out of ammunition, and those MG41s have ceased fire." John said with some concern, MG41 is actually an heirloom machine gun, but it was made out by Chen Hao in 41, so the number is MG41.

"We've been on guard for almost eighty days, haven't we? Damn, it's been two months, and now it's been more than so many days, but there are no follow-up orders, and even the airdropped supplies are gradually decreasing, have we been abandoned? Licorice said indignantly, and by the way, he raised his gun and continued to shoot at the enemies who had climbed the trenches, but the number of enemies was increasing, and what could two snipers do?

"I don't know the rest, I just know that we should leave, otherwise we won't be able to leave if we want to." John looked at the gradually lost position in front of him and said with some loss.

"It's their mission, and we have more to do." After saying this, John endured the pain in his heart and turned around and left here, licorice saw that John decided to retreat and could only helplessly follow, not far behind him on the defensive position, a steady stream of Soviet soldiers with guns rushed up, and the soldiers of the Great German Division stationed here were already one out of ten, even if they were still alive, they were about to run out of ammunition and food, and the commander who was still dragging his seriously injured body to cheer for the soldiers loudly was also killed by bullets from nowhere, lying in the trench without sound, The surrounding soldiers quickly became chaotic with the onrushing enemy, some fired the last remaining bullet in their guns at the enemy, and then rushed forward to fight the enemy hand-to-hand, while others were directly killed in the trenches, losing the last of their ability to resist.

Licorice and John have experienced this situation many times these days, one position after another began to lack ammunition and various supplies due to the loss of logistics, and then was broken through and captured by the enemy, and the defenders in the position were helpless, some chose to retreat, and more chose to fight until the last moment in their own defense area, they didn't even have glorious bullets, because all the grenades had already been thrown out.

Under the blood-like sun, another broken battle flag was planted on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, but unfortunately, Licorice did not have any joy in his heart, only sadness and anger, because this is the enemy's flag, which means that they have another line of defense lost, and a large group of comrades have died in battle, although Licorice has nothing to do with other soldiers in the army, he has been wandering away from various units with John, only doing sniping and support, but watching the death of his comrades who once fought side by side with him, Licorice still felt very uncomfortable, in fact, he couldn't understand why these soldiers were fighting so hard. I am for the mission of the Lord God, or I just act according to the task given by the Lord God because I don't know what I want to do, so why are these soldiers so desperate? On both sides, both German and Soviet, the soldiers on both sides were like this, and it was this spirit of undying that made Licorice feel lost. According to the understanding of all aspects, he knows very well that this spirit is called patriotism, called dedication to the great motherland, but this world has nothing to do with him, he has no personal feelings for this spirit at all, licorice can't help but think, if one day he also needs to fight to the death like this, then what will he be for?

"They can fight to the death for what they believe in, but I can't even find what I want to protect." Licorice thought of both envy and loss in my heart.

"John, is there anything you'd like to protect?" On the way to retreat, looking at John's figure running firmly forward in the dusk sunset, although Licorice knew the answer, he couldn't help but ask.

"Ancestors, I protect the motherland, and the motherland guards my mother." John gave Licorice a strange look, and then said what he had said to Licorice.

"I see." Licorice nodded, John's tone was so firm, he firmly believed in his beliefs, and at the same time, he was also convinced that if he protected the motherland, the motherland would be able to protect his relatives.

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(PS: My application for signing a contract failed, it's a sad story, although I never thought that my first book could achieve anything, but I never expected that I couldn't even sign a contract, the key is that I don't understand where the failure is, my self-confidence has been severely hit, and I'm a little hesitant now to continue writing.) ）