Chapter 1631 Command and Fanaticism

"What did you say? It's gone! Our walkie-talkies are gone!?"

The poor soldier lying next to Major Jackson was so frightened by the terrifying loud questioning that he did not dare to say anything. He nodded repeatedly and just raised his finger to point to a pile of rotten blood and flesh not far away from him.

It was a pile of fragments of human tissue left after being blasted to pieces, mixed with flesh, bones, hair, clothing fragments, and of course some indescribable metal products.

If Major Jackson's guess was correct, the pile of minced remains should be Tommy carrying the walkie-talkie.

As for how Tommy changed from a good living person to this, whether he was directly blown to pieces by artillery shells, or whether he was made like this by the shock wave of tank ammunition, this matter is no longer relevant now. It's important.

What's important is that the Motorola walkie-talkie Tommy was carrying was also blown to pieces. This was a life-saving straw in Major Jackson's eyes. Without this thing, the only fate left for our group is to be crushed to pieces by the steel monsters of the Germans on the opposite side. There is no other possibility. Major Jackson, who is frightened, frightened and uneasy, will never I don’t want to just accept my fate.

"Where are the others? Are there any other walkie-talkies!? Tommy is not the only one carrying it. Where are the others!?"

"Everyone has entered the city, Major! Of the troops outside the city, Tommy is the only one left with a walkie-talkie. It was you who asked other correspondents to rush into the city to report the situation to you in real time."

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Some blind bastard yelled this casually while lying on the ground, causing Major Jackson's expression to look as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a live fly.

how? Is this still my fault? Does it mean there is something wrong with my command?

Major Jackson, who had long been accustomed to giving orders in the office, wanted to explode on the spot, but suddenly realized that the current battlefield was not a place for him to show off as an officer or show his temper.

After cursing "shit" in his mouth, Major Jackson, who had no choice but to issue the order with great reluctance.

"Everyone! Retreat to the city! Act quickly!"

Generally speaking, retreating to a city before it has been captured is a major tactical mistake that is equivalent to jumping into a pit of fire.

Withdrawing into the city means losing the initiative on the battlefield. The German troops outside and inside the city can completely cooperate with each other and squeeze the U.S. military as they want. Whether to encircle without attacking or to annihilate them in one fell swoop is entirely up to the Germans and they can do whatever they want.

After all, Major Jackson, who was still a top student at West Point Military Academy, would not fail to understand this, but now he had no other better choice but to retreat into the city.

This group of light infantry did not carry any powerful anti-tank firepower such as anti-tank guns. Except for the accompanying Sherman tanks, the only thing that could be regarded as an anti-tank weapon was the bazooka rocket launcher.

But the problem is, let alone whether the bazooka can deal with those German monsters that even Sherman can't deal with, the effective range of a mere hundred meters cannot reach those enemies eight feet away.

It is impossible for Major Jackson to order his boys to carry the bazooka and rush forward to fight the German tanks in close combat. That is not fighting, it is seeking death! Major Jackson's eyes were not blind, and he could see the enemy infantry that kept appearing around the huge tank.

The Germans also know how to cooperate with tanks and tanks, and will not let their tanks appear alone on the battlefield without cover. Those German infantry who still follow their own tanks and do not directly charge under the cover of the tanks exist precisely to restrain them, the US troops, from jumping over the wall.

You can't fight, you can't charge, you can't call for support for the time being, and it's even more impossible to retreat and run away!

Not to mention that running away like this would be equivalent to abandoning the troops inside the city that had already begun to attack the city. Major Jackson never expected to be able to outrun the Germans' steel tracks with these two legs. Those tanks don't even need to rush up and crush people like them. They just keep a distance and keep firing with main guns and machine guns until their own side collapses and surrenders.

So no matter what you think, going to the city first has become the only option left at the moment.

The U.S. soldiers who received Major Jackson's order responded quickly. Not long after, the last U.S. troops outside the city began to rush toward the city crazily. The speed and chaotic posture are really not much better than the collapse. Everyone is scrambling for fear of being left behind and waiting to die.

"Ensher, we drove those allies into the city! As you expected, they have no troops outside the city."

"Very good! Well done, Wittmann!"

The sound of radio communication was intermittent and hissing. It seemed that the signal from Ensher, who had already entered the city, was not good.

"We are also engaged in firefights with the enemy here, and have rendezvoused with the National Defense Force infantry in the city! Their situation is better than I expected. They still have about one and a half battalions of troops, with few casualties, and they still have a lot of previous weapons in their hands. The heavy weapons left by the defense force to defend the city are enough to hold the city together with our support. "

"I am leading the troops to organize a counterattack. We must completely drive these Allied trash out of the town. If they don't want to leave, they will be beaten to death in the city! You can lead a pursuit from the direction of the Allied forces entering the city. But I don’t know the specific situation on your side. This is just a suggestion. You can make your own decision. I believe you, Wittman! See you in the city!”

Enschel, who was familiar with Wittmann's calm personality and outstanding commanding ability, directly delegated power. On the premise that he was inconvenient to conduct remote control and did not know the actual situation there, he directly handed over full command power to Wittmann. , let them let go and do what they want.

No one is perfect and has shortcomings. Enschel may be a fanatic, but he does have the professional ability of an excellent field commander, and he is also very strong.

In addition to being impulsive and emotionally driven, and easily ignoring his boss's thoughts when it comes to bosses, Wittmann actually quite admires his boss and partner. Enschel is like a lion on the battlefield. He may be provoked into a rage, but his fighting ability should never be questioned because of this. This is a violent and ferocious lion leader.

"The Allied trash has been scared away, what now? Wittmann."

Gunner Wegener, who was new but got along well with Wittmann, asked. Wittmann, who was holding a telescope and leaning half of his body out of the turret to observe the situation, gave the answer after a while.

"Let's go into the city and catch up in the direction of the Allied troops' retreat! Together with Ensher, we'll beat their butts and push these Allied trash through the town!"