The decisive battle against the Third Reich

The German army retreated until fifteen kilometers away... This distance was just enough to escape the range of the enemy's artillery, unless the British were willing to risk running over their own mines and move the artillery to the front line.

But Qinchuan believed that the British would not do this, because what the British wanted at this time was to recuperate.

The reason is simple. The British can transport supplies and equipment much faster than the Germans. The further back in time means the stronger the Alamein line of defense is, and the less likely the Germans are to break through it.

Qin Chuan lay down on the ground as soon as he got off the car. In fact, if the driver had not had other tasks, Qin Chuan would have liked to sleep in the back compartment of the car.

The other German soldiers were similar. They were sitting or lying on the ground in various shapes, like walking zombies. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they didn't even have the strength to close their eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere was very depressing, not only because of exhaustion, but also because of the frustration after failure.

"Rest where you are!" Bazel ordered: "As compensation for you, the engineers will complete the fortifications for you!"

As soon as he heard this order, Qin Chuan couldn't care about anything anymore. He used his last strength to take out the blanket from his backpack, covered himself and went to sleep, even though there was blood everywhere on his body, and there was even a strip of quilt on his shoulder. The gash opened by the shrapnel was burning and painful, but he couldn't care about anything except closing his eyes and thinking about nothing.

But not long after he slept, Qin Chuan was awakened by a burst of gunfire. He sat up suddenly, picked up the gun, and pointed the muzzle in the direction of the gunfire like a reflex.

"Hey... Sergeant, put down the gun!" Werner said: "There are no enemies!"

"There are no enemies?" Qin Chuan felt a little confused: "What's the sound of gunshots?"

Then Qin Chuan heard Bazel's curse: "Put down the gun, you scum, go back to the team!"

It turned out that three soldiers wanted to escape while others were sleeping. They had even planned that as long as they could escape to Matruh, they could board the ship bound for Italy among the wounded soldiers, and then find an opportunity to sneak back. Germany might simply hide in Italy for a while.

But Bazel discovered them, and Bazel quickly realized that if they were not stopped, it would definitely bring about an avalanche-like chain reaction, so he grabbed a submachine gun and shot the three soldiers. Shuttle bullets.

The three soldiers were frightened. They turned to face Bazel. In panic, one of them raised his rifle and fired at Bazel. The bullet flew past Bazel's body.

At this time, Bazel should have fired a hail of bullets to kill all three soldiers, but he did not do so.

"If you return to the team now, I will treat it as if nothing happened!" Bazel said: "Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be!"

As soon as the three soldiers heard this, they returned to the team obediently.

Soon a patrol arrived and asked, "What happened? Why were there gunfire!"

"That's right!" Bazel replied: "My soldiers just came back from the battlefield. They were exhausted, so they didn't turn off the safety and caused the fire!"

"Really?" the patrolman asked, "There are no casualties!"

"No, no!"

"You should teach them a lesson, sir!"

"I will!" replied Bazel.

After the patrols left, Bazel whispered to the soldiers: "I know what is going on, and what we are experiencing is the most brutal war, but this does not mean that you can do stupid things... so you Listen, you won't be so lucky next time, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

Of course, in the face of such strong pressure as death and the battlefield, Bazel's approach can only have a temporary effect.

Soon, self-injury and malingering were discovered in field hospitals.

Qin Chuan doesn't know what punishment they will receive, but he knows that they will never end well... Because this is the reality of war. If deserters and feigning illness are not severely punished, more people will try it soon. , so it won’t be long before the German army will be like the Italian army.

Among them, Qin Chuan even heard some almost "artistic" operations. For example, eating Nivea sunscreen will cause the same symptoms as jaundice... This can't even be detected by field doctors, and its cost is too high. It's very low. Many people bring a bottle of sunscreen like this before coming to the desert, but it can only temporarily avoid a more dangerous battle.

If you want to leave the battlefield forever... you have to pay a price, such as an arm or a leg.

In order to avoid leaving gunpowder burn marks on the edge of the wound, a piece of black bread must be separated when shooting. More importantly, a complete set of stories must be made up in advance.

Although Qin Chuan heard about these methods from others, he did not consider using them at all.

Because Qin Chuan understands that this war in history will eventually end with Germany's defeat. By then, the U.S. and Soviet troops will capture Germany, and it will be difficult for any German adult to survive, even if they pose no threat to the United States or the Soviet Union. Wounded soldiers are no exception.

Therefore, if you want to survive, relying solely on these "arts" is obviously useless.

Just when Qin Chuan wanted to lie down on his "bed" and continue sleeping, a jeep parked next to Qin Chuan, and Qin Chuan recognized it as General Strike's car.

"Sergeant!" The driver leaned out and waved to Qin Chuan: "Get in the car, the general wants you to go to his headquarters!"

Qin Chuan knew what this was for, of course it was for a situation that was difficult to deal with.

But what Qin Chuan didn't expect was that when a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause teeth problems... The jeep had only been driving in the desert for more than ten minutes when the left front wheel of the car hit a mine.

There was a "boom" sound, and the steering wheel was shaken out of the driver's grasp. The car suddenly turned to the left, violently throwing Qin Chuan and the driver out before overturning.

Qin Chuan and the driver lay on the ground and did not dare to move because they did not know if there were any landmines around.

"This must have been done by our own people!" the driver said angrily: "There were no landmines when I came here! Sergeant, are you injured?"

"No, no!" Qin Chuan replied while checking himself. Except for a few scratches, he was unscathed.

"What should we do now?" the driver asked in panic.

Qin Chuan knew what the driver meant... Should we continue forward or turn back?

But in fact, neither is a good option, because both may trigger mines.

"Go to hell!" Qin Chuan couldn't help but cursed. Today, he was at odds with Di Lei.