Imperial Overlord

"Squad leader, what are you looking at?" In the hot trench, a German soldier found a grenade and ammunition box and sat down, pulled off his collar and kept fanning with his hands.

Although it is already September, the temperature is still very unfriendly, and the heat seems to be hurrying to show its final power.

It is still about 28 degrees now, and the heat in Ukraine is still unbearable. Fighting in this temperature is not an easy task.

Putting away the letter in his hand, the squad leader holding the sTg-44 assault rifle had a smile on his face: "The letter came from home, my wife received her salary, and she also received a medal subsidy..."

Having said this, the second-class Iron Cross that he hung on his chest shone brightly in the sunlight.

The German army's letter transportation, with the increase in transportation capacity, has gradually become popular. In the past month or even two months, it may not be possible to send letters from the rear to the front line, but now it can be delivered in almost two weeks. one.

This is also an attempt to stabilize the morale of the army. The top officials of the German Wehrmacht are working hard to improve the treatment of the army at the grassroots level in order to enhance the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.

"You are so happy, you have a wife and children." The soldier admired enviously: "I heard that you are about to go on vacation, so you can go back to see them."

Because the attack went very smoothly, this time the mail was delivered a few days late. It should have been sent to the frontline a few days ago and assigned to everyone, but it only arrived today.

"Yeah! There are still a few days left. If I can accumulate some merits in the next battle, maybe the vacation will be longer." The squad leader stuffed the folded letter into his shirt pocket, and said with a smile.

"How about the Russians over there?" Adjusting the sTg-44 assault rifle in his hand to a comfortable position, the squad leader stood up from the bottom of the trench, patted the dust on his body, and asked.

"It's still the same, they don't fight back, they don't show their faces, it's like they're dead." The soldier sitting on the ammunition box took off his boots, poured the sand inside, and replied.

He just went to the forefront to investigate and found no abnormality in Rehe. The Soviets didn't seem to have the slightest intention to fight back, they just stayed behind the trenches and resisted passively.

"The more this is the case, the greater the resistance when attacking..." With a regretful sigh, the squad leader shook his head and said.

At this time, the platoon leader walked over with a soldier. When he passed everyone, he didn't mean to let people stand up and salute at the front line. Etiquette is not a must.

It’s not impossible to just ask the soldiers to stand up and salute, but these soldiers who did reluctant things during the battle are likely not to work hard to attack or defend.

Moreover, when the two armies face off, salute the commander, it is easy to attract sniper bullets, or enemy mortar shells...

"Platoon leader!" When his boss approached, the squad leader who read the book shyly smiled and greeted him.

Moreover, he didn't raise his arms to salute the one who seemed to have a very obvious goal.

"After 15 minutes, the artillery is going to launch an artillery bombardment... I'm here to convey the order. We don't participate in the attack, and we can just stand by." Carrying a Mauser 98k rifle, the platoon leader looked much older than the squad leader.

It's no wonder that the squad leader in front of him is only 26 years old, and the platoon leader is already 32 years old this year. The two of them seem to have a big gap, one is slightly immature, and the other is very mature.

Obviously relieved, knowing that he didn't have to participate in the next battle, the young squad leader nodded and asked excitedly, "Will you sit for a while? Platoon leader?"

"No, I'm going to notify Shift 3! It's estimated that there are only a few minutes left!" The platoon leader waved his hand, lowered his head and walked into the distance in the hastily dug trench.

When the platoon leader was far away, several soldiers clenched their fists excitedly and gave each other an excited expression: "That's great, you don't need to participate in the battle!"

"You can eat something later and watch a good show by the trench!" The squad leader was also very happy, excited that he didn't have to take risks to participate in the battle.

A few minutes later, the squad leader soaked the compressed biscuits in cold water when he heard the sound of a huge thing whizzing over his head.

It was the sound of one's artillery shells crossing the position and flying towards the Soviet defenders. The shells flew so fast that they rubbed and even ripped apart the air.

Ignoring the loud noise above his head, the squad leader, who has long been accustomed to his own cannonballs, calmly poked the compressed biscuits in the cold water with a folded aluminum fork to test the softness and hardness.

The two recruits who had just been assigned to the front line were not far from him, lying on the edge of the trench, watching the spectacular scene of the cannonballs baptizing the Soviet positions.

It was the first time they had seen such a terrifying shelling. The outer positions of Dnipropetrovsk in the distance were already shrouded in black smoke, making it impossible to see anything at all.

Before the shelling had completely stopped~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the squad leader realized that he had finished eating the compressed biscuits, packed his lunch box, and found two crumpled letter papers in his backpack.

Although this thing is a welfare package, the amount that can be given is not much. Although German production can meet most of the needs, but the high-level German army who is used to the hard life still does not want to squander any materials in their hands.

The remaining half of the pencil was found in the clothes, and the squad leader began to write back letters to his wife and children amid the rumbling sound of guns.

"Dear Katherine, I'm doing fine on the front lines. I just had a compressed biscuit and it tasted... like black bread with wood chips. I know I shouldn't have said that, ten years ago I I'm so hungry that I can't even eat black bread with sawdust."

"Okay, next week I'll probably step back from the front and go to the back to rest. There's hot water and plenty of food, I'll have potatoes, vegetable soup, and even a hot bath to wash."

"I have been inquiring for a long time, and I heard that my troops will soon be transferred back to Poland for a rest period. At that time, I can go back to Germany to see our son. How is that little guy now? I'm leaving. Then he won't turn over!"

"I don't regret fighting for Yuan, and I don't regret leaving my beloved home, but I miss you two dearly... God knows, how much I want to go back and spend Christmas with you."

"Those **** Russians should have surrendered long ago, but they just don't admit defeat! They lost Moscow, they lost Kyiv, but they just don't want to admit they've lost the war! But I assure you, Catherine, Next year, I will definitely win the war and go home for Christmas with you guys! Love you Frank."

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