The battle continued until about 15 p.m., and although the heavy fire from Caen was temporarily stopped, not all of the remaining Britannia soldiers chose to surrender.

The resistance of most Britannians was stubborn. We have to clean up house by house to remove those that may be threatened.

This is a meticulous job, and the slightly bulky "barbarians" are completely useless, and can only use the repetitive task of clearing little by little with a large number of infantry.

Isaac was shot in the buttocks, and it is said that his platoon took a courtyard and several people gathered around during the break, farting, chatting, and smoking. Then a bullet was fired from inside the collapsed house, which hit Isaac right in the ass.

Then, the "barbarians" who heard the gunshots nearby rushed over and completely flattened the collapsed ruins, so that it was impossible to see where there had ever been a house.

Speaking of cigarettes, more than 90 percent of the men in the military smoke cigarettes, and they are the best medicine to relieve the tension of soldiers on the battlefield along with chewing gum.

In the evening I went to the Third Battalion, where I visited Isaac and asked the pharmacist to get some medicine to sleep on, and I hadn't had much rest in the last month. This does not bode well for a front-line commander who needs to keep a clear head at all times.

When he arrived at the medical station, this guy was lying on the bed and chatting with the female nurse who accompanied him. Isack's humor can win a burst of laughter from the female nurse from time to time.

Seeing that the female nurse noticed my presence, she hurriedly stretched out her index finger and put it to her mouth and made a "shhhhh

The nurse smiled knowingly.

"Smack!~"

I suddenly slapped Isaac hard and mischievously on his injured buttocks.

"Who's....... the hell this guy jumped up from the bed in pain, turned his head and wanted to shout a scold, "Major......? How did you get here. ”

"Uh-huh. It's a beautiful wound, a beautiful wound. ”

As I spoke, I raised my hand again with a smile on my face, and I was about to fight again.

"Hey, Major......" Isaac said with a smile as he dodged his bandaged wound with his hand, "Your men are merciful, your men are merciful." ”

"Know it's wrong?"

"Yes!"

"Then pay attention to me next time, this time it was on the ass, and next time it may be somewhere else. ”

"The subordinates remembered. ”

"Okay, rest assured. ”

Seeing that I was about to leave, Izak hurriedly saluted. The posture of half-pouting ass is really a bit funny.

"Oh, yes! When changing the dressing, tie a big bow with a bandage on this guy's wound. ”

"Ahh......h An order is an order, and whether to do it or not is another matter.

Besides, there are more jokes in the order this time.

"No!" the nurse said, wiggling her right index finger, "an order is an order." ”

"Do you want to be so ruthless?"

In the face of Isaac's complaints, the female nurse pursed her lips and smiled. At this moment, she was very curious about what kind of sacredness was that this man who could not frown his brows even if he did not use anesthetic when taking bullets was so afraid.

"...... girl?"

"Who?"

"That's it. ”

"Our battalion commander. ”

Carrying his battalion commander, the pride on Aizak's face automatically emerged, "Let me tell you, our battalion Major Angelina, that's really ......"

The cold wind that had been hammering at the door for a while had heard something interesting, but it was a relief to see that Isaac was still alive.

Due to Jed's negligence, Company E suffered heavy losses in this battle. The "Barbarians" alone lost twenty-seven planes, and the soldiers of E Company, who had been trained together with Hermarton on the Western Front, lost more than half.

Isaac in the first row was a minor injury. Lipton in the second platoon lost a leg, and he may have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and the platoon deputy was killed on the spot by a close-up bomb, leaving a complete corpse behind. There were also three rows, and many, many others whose names were not even left. Every familiar smiling face slowly crossed my mind like a slide.

Almost all the commanders and fighters at the bottom have to be replaced, and this is my dereliction of duty and a major dereliction of duty as a commander and fighter.

The next time I saw Jed, it was also at the medical station. Squatting on the hospital bed in the medical station with his hands on his knees, wrapping himself in a quilt, his eyes looking in a certain direction with empty eyes.

I wanted to rush up and beat him up. But I didn't do it after all, maybe letting him live like this cold and guilty, is the best punishment for him.

Back at the battalion headquarters, Beirut seemed to have something to say to me, but it seemed that I didn't know how to speak. I can only keep dangling back and forth in front of me.

"I said, "Can you stop for a moment, my eyes are making you flutter. ”

"Alas~!" Beirut sighed and continued, "I was going to scold you. Forget it, forget it, it's better for you to see for yourself!" Beirut put an order on the table in front of me.

The task of attacking Caen again fell to the head of the 501st regiment, and the time was 3:40 a.m. in the second half of the night.

Among the three battalions of the 501st Regiment, the first battalion (rushing battalion) is mostly infantry, as long as a small number of mecha are used to maintain the security of the station, the main role is to cooperate with the mecha to garrison and maintain the ground occupied area, the second battalion (rapids battalion) has half of the infantry and mecha number, and the main attack task, and the third battalion (Xixiliu battalion) is in charge of logistics, medical care, and mecha maintenance.

The Riptide Battalion is also divided into the main attack company and the auxiliary company according to this model.

In fact, in the end, it was the Riptide Battalion that carried out the attack.

When I saw this order to attack, I was very annoyed. I can't believe we've sacrificed so many people and they want us to attack.

This is a bit like the deliberate performance of the big guys above, 501 cooperated with the northern troops to attack Caang, and 502 cooperated with the southern troops to attack Cherbourg. The upper commanders on both sides were holding their breath, as if to say, "Look!~ We're about to take Caen." ”

"And this, this is your punishment order! As soon as the fighting here is over, you will be demoted and transferred. ”