Iron Cross Fire

After the two drove away from Gorodok, they drove towards the garrison, which is 500 meters southeast. This place is not far away, and Borojevich's intention of placing this division here is obvious.

The outline in the distance became more and more clear and obvious in the dark night, and soon the two of them arrived at the garrison.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a group of soldiers wearing light blue uniforms approaching him. Gerstoli wanted to draw his saber, but Kuster stopped him.

Kust pulled him and squeezed out of the crowd. The soldiers didn't pay attention to the two of them, but gathered around the car as if they were looking at rare treasures.

"How can these country bumpkins stand guard like this in the middle of the night? They really embarrass the soldiers!" Gerstoli said through gritted teeth as his hand holding the saber trembled.

Kuster just silently dragged him inside. Ignoring the surprise of the officers in fish-grey military uniforms when they saw him, he walked straight to the most 'gorgeous' building here and kicked open the door.

The person in the room was originally asleep, but when he heard the loud noise, he jumped up with a fierce expression on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Kuster, he swallowed it back and was covered in cold sweat. .

"You bastard, don't think that I dare not touch you just because you are an old noble. How many times has General Kuster told you to change your noble style!" Gerstoli directed his anger at this man. body.

"Please don't slander my innocence. The house I picked is only a little better." After that, he pulled the two of them out.

Kuster was in a hurry just now and didn't look carefully, but now it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything even if he looked carefully, so he said:

"Senval, can you please bring me a light? It's too dark today. I can't see this thing clearly."

Senval did not hesitate and quickly brought a lighted lamp.

Only then did Kuster see the building clearly. It was actually an ordinary house, but the rest were either tents, or houses with no roof or big leaks. Perhaps this was why Kuster was able to find him so quickly. Reason.

Senval waited for a while, let them see enough, and then said:

"How's it going? I really picked one that's just a little bit better."

Geerstoli just snorted. Officers are treated better than soldiers, that's for sure.

Kuster walked up to Senval and straightened his clothes:

"My dear Registrar, instead of talking about this, I would rather know where my loyal officers are, like General Franz, do you know where he is?"

Senval was frightened by his actions, but he calmed down and said:

"Many of our officers have died. They fought bravely, took the lead, and were at the forefront. The empire will not forget them."

Senval paused and said sadly:

"Among the school-level officers of our division, 10 out of 18 battalion commanders and 1 out of 4 regiment commanders were killed. Most of them were killed by Russian snipers.

I don’t know the number of casualties among junior officers, but it’s definitely over a hundred.

As for General Franz, he was blinded in one eye and disabled in his legs, and was recovering from his injuries in a hospital in Gorodok. If it doesn't take half a month, I probably won't be able to get out. "

Both Kuster and Gerstoli fell silent. Seeing this, Senval comforted him and said:

"Please don't fall into sadness. Although we have been hit hard and the establishment is on the verge of collapse. But after my report, the headquarters has transferred us a group of newly graduated officers, and they will arrive the next day."

Kuster looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly:

"Okay, you did a good job. So, let's go get some rest. I haven't slept all day."

The three of them stopped talking and went their separate ways, and the day ended.

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"General, it's daybreak." A young voice came from outside the door of Kuster's room.

"I understand, thank you, Sergeant Wheatfield, please wait for me." Kuster got up from the ground with difficulty.

Kuster drank too much last night and simply lay down on the floor to sleep. However, seeing that the hour hand on his watch had only passed 3 o'clock at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

But he still managed to stand, steady his body, walked to the door, and opened the door, only revealing his pale face and the smell of alcohol.

Mai Tian was frightened by his ruined look and asked him quickly:

"General, what's wrong with you?!"

"I didn't do anything, I just drank too much and my sleep was not healthy." Kuster spoke intermittently.

"Then why don't you get some more sleep? It'll be fine. We probably won't go to the battlefield in the next few days."

"No, you help me out. Also, you are my most elite sharpshooter, why are you afraid of the battlefield?"

Maitian ignored him, put some soft cloth on his shoulders, and helped Kuster out of the room.

As soon as he went out, the dazzling sunlight blinded him. The wheat field stopped and he stopped walking.

Mai Tian leaned down, picked up the M1895 with a bayonet on the ground, removed the bayonet and put it on his waist, while carrying the gun on his left shoulder.

Maitian stood up again and helped Kuster to the command post. After Kuster sat on the chair, he saluted with confidence and stood guard outside the command post.

Kuster fell asleep again while groaning, until someone woke him up. When he opened his eyes, it was Senval.

He looked at his watch again. After 2 o'clock, he also woke up from the wine, and asked happily:

"Senval, what's the matter?"

"Yes, I came here this time to ask, do you have any requirements for the reorganization of the troops?"

Kuster nodded. The only good thing about Senval was that he was worthy of the job.

"I don't have too many requirements, but there is one thing. Soldiers and officers of the same nationality must be placed in the same regiment. If they are not enough, they will be divided into battalions. If they are still not enough, several companies will be separated and directly under my jurisdiction.

At the same time, each company needs to be equipped with a person who can speak German so that the soldiers can understand me when I speak.

Also, in order to improve the efficiency of command execution, some strict rules should be established to reduce the freedom of soldiers, so that our soldiers will not cause trouble."

After saying this, Kuster lit a cigarette and added:

"I have observed that our army is too diverse and too indulgent. While adjusting the organization, we must rectify them!"

Senval wrote quickly in his notebook with a pen, but Kuster knew that he was just pretending. He had a good memory and did not need notes at all.

After finishing writing, Senval lowered his arm and said:

"But it takes a lot of effort to find out the nationalities of all the soldiers, and some of them may be fake. Our nationality problem has seriously affected our combat efficiency, but it is not worth it to try so hard to solve it."

Kust suddenly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it away. He slammed his hand on the table and roared:

"Just because of the nationality problem, I almost died in the Gnilalipa River. Is it worth it? I think you just don't want to do it!

Let me tell you, we will be back on the battlefield the day after tomorrow. If you can't solve this problem by then, you will be the first to die!"

Kust suddenly got nervous, which frightened Senval and the wheat fields outside. They had never seen Kuster so angry before.

Senval hurriedly said to Kuster:

"I'll do it right away, but can it be extended for another day?"

"Get lost!"

Senval was stopped by this roar and dared not ask any more questions. He rolled and crawled out of the command post.

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