Claire came to Muyang's office with Calvin, Newton, Burton and Wang Dazhuan, and they came to report on the current personnel situation of each platoon, which was ordered by Muyang before he returned. Now Wang Dazhuan is in charge of managing the entire labor team, and Muyang appointed him as the captain.

"Anyone want a cigar?" Muyang asked.

"I'll have one." Calvin said.

"I'll try one too." Newton was an old smoker, too.

"The company commander's cigar is that kind of high-end goods, and he must have one." Claire said.

In this regard, everyone is not polite, the character of Westerners is like this, if you want it, you must not be pretentious.

"What about you, Bolton?"

"I'm not used to cigars, so I'd better smoke cigarettes." Burton took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.

"What is the situation of the personnel, one by one." Muyang asked.

"Let me start with it, 7 people were killed and 4 wounded in our platoon, one of them was seriously injured, and the other wounded were still fighting hard." Claire was the first to say.

Then the other platoons reported on the situation of their platoons, how to say, in general, it was okay, blocking the fierce attack of the Germans for a day, and now there are 89 soldiers and 23 laborers left in the troops. Among them, 2 were seriously injured and 10 were lightly wounded, and the number of personnel was only reduced by 40, which is already good.

The six people in the room were silent for a while, and Mu Yang said: "Claire, you go and arrange it, send some cigarettes and alcohol to the soldiers, after a day of fighting, they need to relax, but don't overdo it." Some people were left to be on guard, others took the time to rest, wondering what would happen next, whether the Germans would retreat. If they don't retreat, we'll still have to fight. ”

"Got it, sir." Claire replied.

The five are gone. Leaving Muyang alone to continue smoking.

In the face of such a war, Muyang felt that he was powerless at all. He has a lot of skills, but what can he do, even if Superman comes to the battlefield, it won't make much difference, Mu Yang feels that manpower is sometimes poor, and now he can kill himself with any bullet. The power of the individual, unless strong enough to destroy the world. Otherwise, there is no such thing as invincibility.

It's absolutely right to be cautious and cautious, and keeping a low profile is king.

The Germans did not carry out a night attack that night, the two sides settled down all night, and the next day, the Germans again began a new offensive.

The coalition forces were not to be outdone, the real artillery fired, and Muyang and they hid in the hole and did not dare to show their heads. When the sound of the artillery stopped, the soldiers came out and began to fight for positions with real knives and guns, and the battle was even more fierce than yesterday. Muyang was injured.

That crooked machine gun has been completely scrapped, and the Japanese stuff is just not good, speaking of which. I really should get a German GM-42 general-purpose machine gun, which is called a classic. Japan's crooked handle is just throwing away.

"Wait until we get back to Malmö Manor. An arsenal is being built, where WWII ended anyway. If you have money, you can't buy any kind of weapon, well, just get a bigger one, maybe you will use some weapon in the future. Mu Yang muttered when he put the crooked handle into the space.

He changed into a Lee Enfield rifle and continued to shoot, suddenly, he only felt a pain in his left arm, and when he turned his head, he saw that the clothes on his left arm had broken a hole, and the gurgling blood was flowing out, and Mu Yang rolled and then slid down the trench.

"It hurts," I didn't feel it when I was hit just now, but now a sharp pain hit me directly, Mu Yang covered the wound with his right hand, but the blood still flowed down his fingers.

"Sanitary soldiers, sanitary soldiers." Mu Yang leaned against the wall of the trench and shouted loudly.

"Company commander, you're injured." Ford also jumped down, looked at Muyang's arm, and hurriedly ran to call the health soldiers.

The wound is not serious, it should be considered a minor injury. The bullet scratched the muscles of his arm, and he didn't stay in it, just bandage it, Mu Yang looked at the gray-black gauze in the hand of the health soldier, and felt that if he wrapped it in that thing, it would be okay.

Let's use what I brought, let Ford take his own cowhide bag, take out gauze cotton wool cleaning solution from his cowhide bag, and command the health soldiers to bandage themselves, don't look at the health soldiers Nothing else, the skills of bandaging the wound are still good, at least much better than Mu Yang's bandaging of the soldier who blew up his leg.

Muyang complained, what kind of health soldier, being a tailor is more promising, in fact, Muyang really guessed right, this guy really became a tailor in the future, and then the development was not bad, this young man told Muyang that his name is Burberry.

"Didn't hurt the bones, sir." Burberry said.

"That's good news, go get busy." Mu Yang said with a wry smile.

Hanging on one arm, it was very inconvenient, and Muyang, with the help of Ford, climbed back up the trench uphill.

The Germans are still on the offensive, "Ford, pull the bolt for me." ”

Mu Yang endured the pain, held the gun in his right hand with one hand, pressed it against his shoulder, and shot out, and a German soldier fell.

Dropping the gun to Ford, he took the loaded rifle and continued shooting.

Guns hit, and each shot takes a life.

Ford's eyes were straight, his company commander was really strong, one holding a gun, he could actually hit the enemy with a gun, it was so powerful, he really deserved to be his idol.

The Germans held out for a long time, and both sides showed their toughest tenacity, and the battle continued until the evening, and the Germans were unable to break through the Allied defenses.

The Germans flinched.

On 18 July, the coalition forces began a counteroffensive, and Muyang received an order to lead his soldiers out of the trenches and assemble with the large army to capture the German-occupied Marne salient, Amiens salient and Saint-Miel salient.

Muyang was very cunning and did not rush to the front line, but led the troops to follow the troops, he didn't want to get any medals, he didn't want to be so desperate, he felt that he had done enough for Britain, and the rest of the people he was now with, counting only 91 laborers, was already very close to the danger line, he didn't want his soldiers to be injured again, after all, the system mission said, it was to lead his soldiers to live, not to lead the soldiers to Germany, the more soldiers he left, the higher the reward, Doing this yourself shouldn't be considered cheating.

Under the counterattack of the Triple Alliance, the Germans suffered heavy losses, and the Germans finally retreated and retreated to the Hindenburg Line. On 4 August, the battle ended in defeat for the Germans. At this point, Germany's defeat in the Great War was decided.

Collecting the body and seeing off the dead brother, Muyang took Claire, Calvin, and Newton to the cemetery where the soldiers were buried.

From a distance, I saw that in the open flat land, rows of graves had been dug up neatly, and the logistics soldiers were loading the corpses of the soldiers into coffins, and someone had fixed a cross tombstone in front of the grave, and then buried them.

Muyang took off his hat, put it on his chest, and silently saw off these people.

Suddenly, Mu Yang saw a scene that made him angry, he pointed to a group of soldiers who were burying the laborers and shouted, "Bastard, what are you doing. (To be continued......)