Expedition to Europe

(Thanks to Brother Axian for the reward, Yutou was very encouraged!)

In the damp and cold underground tunnel, Bastian was furious in the command room.

"Reinforcements! Reinforcements! I want reinforcements! No matter where they come from, no matter if they are British or Chinese, as long as they are people! Damn it, is the phone connected? Can't you get through that damn phone quickly?"

It only took one day for Bastian to lose his composure. His hat was covered with mud spots and was dented. His originally straight military uniform became wrinkled. There was a large piece of dried mud on his buttocks. The originally shiny black long boots were no longer shiny. They were covered with mud, as if they had just been fished out of a mud pit.

"Major, the phone has not been connected. It is estimated that the telephone line was blown up by the Germans. We have to wait until the line is repaired before we can talk." The engineer company commander looked helpless.

"Then send someone to fix it, right now!" Bastian took off his hat and slammed it against the wall. A piece of soil that was already crumbling was immediately smashed down, splashing all over the table and covering the military map on the table.

"What the hell, damn it." Bastian cursed angrily, stretched out his hand to grab the military map and tried to pull it out from under the soil. Unexpectedly, the map, which was already a little damp, was torn into two halves in the middle with a "rip".

Bastian stared blankly at the broken map in his hand, and suddenly tore the map into pieces as if to vent, and then asked the engineer company commander with red eyes and panting: "Why don't you follow my order? Do you want me to fix it myself?"

"You don't have to go, I'll go... I want to tell you that there are only 6 of my children left, and they are all injured. If you want to repair the communication, I can only go... Please take care." The engineer company commander saluted Bastian solemnly, then turned and left.

"..." Bastien stared at the engineer captain turning away, raised his hand and opened his mouth to call him, but couldn't say anything.

Just before yesterday, when Bastien was in the rear, he still fantasized about coming to the front line, killing all the Germans, saving the French soldiers who were lingering on the front line, and then saving the crumbling France and becoming a hero of France. Just one day later, Bastien saw the cruelty of the front line and the combat effectiveness of the Germans. More than half of the troops he led were killed or wounded overnight. As long as the Germans launched another charge, Bastien's defense line would be broken, and then Bastien and his troops would become a list of casualties and appear on General Michelet's desk (General Michelet, commander of the French Tenth Army).

Because he had seen the fighting power of the Germans, Bastian now missed Qin Zhiyuan very much. Thinking of how Qin Zhiyuan and his men cut melons and vegetables when facing the Germans, Bastian now regretted very much, regretting that he had put Qin Zhiyuan and his men back to Kapi.

Another muffled sound similar to beating a drum sounded, and Bastian knew that it was the Germans bombarding. If nothing unexpected happened, half an hour later, when the bombardment began to extend, the Germans would launch an attack.

Bastian picked up his helmet, knocked off the dirt inside, put it on his forehead, and then walked out of the command post, ready to boost morale and welcome the German charge.

The passage in front of the command post, the spiral staircase, the corner, and all other places were crowded with wounded soldiers who had not yet been transported to the rear. They occupied every open space and nearly half of the passages and stairs. The air was still as dirty as ever, the ground and walls were damp, and in serious places there was even water seepage. People were crowded and next to each other, and it was impossible to lie down. They could only lean on each other half-way. Compared to those unlucky people who have died, there is nothing to complain about here. It is good enough to be alive.

"Major..." Bastian's troops are equipped with military doctors. Seeing Bastian walk out of the command post, they stand up and greet Bastian.

"How is the situation?" Bastian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and make his voice calm people.

As soon as he said it, Bastian was shocked. His voice was hoarse and low, like a lost person who was about to die of hunger and thirst in the desert, full of negative forces of tyranny and despair.

"We are in trouble. The medicine has run out, there is not enough alcohol, and there is no clean drinking water... I can only help them with simple bandages. If they can't get effective treatment, many people will die within two days." The military doctor whispered close to Bastian's ear.

These words cannot be said loudly. The emotions of the wounded soldiers are extremely unstable. If they find out the truth, God knows what will happen.

"I have already informed the rear of our situation. Reinforcements will arrive soon and everything will be fine." Bastien began to make promises, although the people who had just witnessed the tragic departure of the engineer company commander did not believe it.

Going up the spiral staircase, the situation became more serious. The upper part of the tunnel and one side of the passage were already full of corpses. The French corpses wrapped in white cloth were relatively neat, neatly stacked together waiting to be transported, and David's body was inside.

The German corpses piled up without any treatment were unbearable to watch. After searching and picking up the corpses, most of them were naked, and some had been dead for more than ten days. In the hot summer, some parts of the body had begun to swell. If not handled in time, these corpses would rot and then cause a serious plague. By then, the French would all be killed without the Germans attacking.

At the entrance of the tunnel, the French soldiers waiting to attack were numb, and they ignored the mud on the wall that was shaken off by the shelling and fell on their bodies. Facing death, they had already had the consciousness of devotion.

Just as Bastien expected, the shelling stopped half an hour later. Then, a sharp whistle sounded, and the French soldiers filed out and entered the position to prepare for battle.

"Hurry up, hurry up, put the heavy machine gun on the rack, and keep up the bullets." Bastien stayed at the entrance of the tunnel, loudly urging the soldiers to enter the combat position, and pay special attention to the key protection positions.

After a while, the dull roar of the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun sounded, followed by the crisp shooting sound of the M1892 carbine, mixed with the shooting sound of the British Webley .45-inch pistol.

When the pistol shot, Bastien knew that the German army was close at hand, so he also drew out his pistol and prepared to fight to the death.

The Germans charged very quickly. The first person to jump into the trench was a standard German wearing a traditional German peaked helmet, with brown eyes, a big beard, a long face and a pointed chin.

As soon as the German jumped into the trench, he saw Bastian in an officer's uniform.

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After seeing Bastian, the German raised his bayonet rifle and rushed towards Bastian with a howl.

However, at a distance of two or three meters, Bastian could clearly see the green leaves between the German's teeth and the spit on his beard.

Bang!

Bastian fired decisively, hitting the German in the chest.

"Uh..." The German howled miserably, and staggered as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Bang bang!

Bastian fired two shots in a row and finally knocked the German to the ground.

He had just knocked down the German and had not had time to change bullets when two more men jumped out of the trench. When Bastian saw the familiar pointed military helmets, he knew that he was in trouble. There were only three bullets left in his gun and there were two Germans in front of him.