The decisive battle against the Third Reich

"Do we have reinforcements?" Colonel Sline asked after listening to Colonel Olbridge's explanation of the situation.

Colonel Albridge shook his head: "We are seriously short of troops. We don't even have reserves. If there are reinforcements... they will be Italian troops!"

Colonel Slain couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "If the Italian army comes to reinforce us, we might as well surrender!"

Then Colonel Slain asked, "Can we make use of those captured tanks?"

Colonel Albridge shook his head again: "It might be possible if it is a Matilda tank, but we found that this is a new British tank. If we want to use them, it will take at least a period of training."

This was the preparation made by the German army before the war, and it was also to make use of the captured "Matilda" tanks... You must know that any resources in Africa are extremely precious, especially it is foreseeable that the German army is likely to use them in the future "Matilda" was captured on the battlefield. If it cannot be put into battle because it cannot be used, it will undoubtedly be a huge waste.

"What's more, the 'Cross' tank can't penetrate the 'Matilda'!" Colonel Olbridge said: "So what we can do is to escort the British tank crews and drive them back!"

Colonel Slaine nodded to express his understanding. After all, this was a battle with the enemy on the battlefield, and allowing German soldiers to operate unfamiliar tanks to fight the enemy would only lead to death.

"Maybe..." Colonel Slain said, "We should bring in some 88 anti-aircraft guns!"

At this time, the German army had only one type of equipment to deal with the "Matilda", and that was the 88 anti-aircraft gun.

But Colonel Olbridge still shook his head: "We have deployed all 88 anti-aircraft guns in Halfa Pass. You know, the 2nd Infantry Regiment doesn't even have a tank. They need 88 more. The anti-aircraft guns held back the enemy tank attacks, and the 15th Armored Division also needed them."

Then Colonel Slain fell silent.

After a while, Colonel Slain said: "Sir, I have a suggestion, I don't know..."

"There's nothing I can't say, Colonel!" said Colonel Olbridge. "Now is when I need advice most, and we don't have much time!"

"I mean... maybe we should listen to one of our subordinates!" Colonel Slaine said.

"Is he your staff officer?" Colonel Olbridge said: "Of course, you should have brought him when you came!"

"No, sir!" Colonel Sline replied, "He's a sergeant!"

"Sergeant?" Colonel Albridge couldn't help but look at Colonel Sline in confusion.

At this time, Qin Chuan had not yet recovered from the hand-to-hand combat just now.

He always thought that with his previous combat experience, he would have the courage to face any battle, but now he realized that he was wrong... long-distance combat and close-range combat were completely different things.

Although long-range combat is just as dangerous, it can even be said that the level of danger is higher than close-range combat, because you often don't know where a black hole is pointing the muzzle at you, and then with a "bang", everything is over. In close combat, you can at least see your opponent and have time to react.

but……

Qinchuan will never forget the desperate look in the British soldier's eyes before he died, the blood that sprayed out from the wound with body temperature, and the twitching and struggling before death... Compared with these, Qinchuan discovered that he had faced All that seemed worth mentioning.

"Your rifle!" Alfredo came to Qin Chuan and handed Qin Chuan the rifle with the sniper scope.

Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment, then silently took the rifle... The rifle was already covered with blood. To be precise, it was not blood, because its water had evaporated rapidly in the high temperature of the desert and turned into a disgusting substance. dark red. Especially the bayonet, because of the uneven blood, it looks like it was sprayed with a layer of red paint by a poor craftsman.

Qin Chuan removed the bayonet and found a small gap on the blade... Qin Chuan couldn't help but think of the sound of the bayonet being stuck on the enemy's ribs, which made his bones itch.

"Can you change a bayonet for me?" Qin Chuan dropped the bayonet on the ground, as if it would be hot to the touch: "It has curled the blade!"

"Of course!" Alfredo said.

When Alfredo went to get the bayonet, Qin Chuan piled some sand with his feet and buried the bayonet.

This made Qin Chuan feel better.

Alfredo came back after a while, and he brought Qin Chuan a brand new bayonet.

"Thank you!" Qin Chuan said to Alfredo: "I'm not just talking about this..."

Qin Chuan raised his new bayonet: "And you saved my life on the battlefield!"

"Oh, come on, Sergeant!" Alfredo laughed. "Everyone talks about your advice and how you saved us all, and you saved me too, more than once!"

With that said, Alfredo took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Qin Chuan.

When Qin Chuan took the cigarette, he found that his hands were still shaking a little, but luckily Alfredo didn't notice.

After lighting the cigarette, Qin Chuan asked Alfredo: "Do you feel anything?"

"What?"

"I mean, today may be your first time killing someone!"

"Oh, no!" Alfredo exhaled a puff of smoke and replied, "This is already the second time!"

"the second time?"

"Yes!" Alfredo replied thoughtfully: "The first time... was not long after I arrived in Libya. There was a Libyan kid who wanted to steal cans from the car. He was only as tall as me. Waisted, thin and small, he was obviously starving. I found him and tied him in the trunk, ready to go to the village to teach his parents a lesson...but I didn't realize that this was Africa. When he called down, he found that he had..."

At this point Alfredo lowered his head and let out a long sigh, and then continued: "I was not punished for this, they would not do that. On the contrary, they thought I did the right thing and even gave me a note for it. Last time... God, he was just a kid who wanted to fill his stomach with a few cans!”

"Is that why you are a pacifist?" Qin Chuan said.

"Yes!" Alfredo nodded, and then raised his hand towards the British corpses and blood that had not been cleaned up nearby: "But this is ridiculous, isn't it? Damn the pacifists!"

This is indeed a bit ridiculous, because war is the antonym of peace, so there cannot be any pacifists on the battlefield, if there are any, they will only become corpses.

But Qin Chuan couldn't help laughing.

At this time, a jeep parked near Qinchuan. Lucas, who was in the passenger seat, shouted to Qinchuan from a few meters away: "Sergeant, follow me!"