Chapter 696 Battlefield Nobles

The fierce sound of gunfire coming from behind seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him. Colonel Weeks, who had been running continuously under the protection of the security forces, felt that he was really out of breath. His body was almost reaching its limit. Xia waved his hand to the adjutant beside him to signal to stop for now.

"Take a rest, take a rest first, Det. Those Russians can't catch up yet, and our large army should be arriving soon."

The surprise attack of the Soviet army came so unexpectedly that Colonel Weeks, who was taking command of the advancing division headquarters, did not even have time to get into his luxurious keg truck. He was escorted all the way by the division staff and guards and headed towards Run to the north in the direction of the large army.

Colonel Weikes is a typical Junker aristocratic officer of the Wehrmacht. In him you can find almost all the characteristics related to the Junker aristocratic officer corps.

He is aloof and gentlemanly, disdainful of interacting with people he doesn't like or even having normal conversations. He always remains calm in the face of danger and always seems to have the overall situation in mind.

Except this time, of course.

Ever since our ancestors, we have followed the Kaiser in his expeditions to open up and expand the territory of Germany. During the First World War, Colonel Weeks was just a young messenger soldier. Although he did not catch any big frontal battlefields, However, relying on his family's ancestral connections, he quickly rose to prominence after Hitler came to power. Coupled with his own aristocratic temperament and good commanding skills, he finally found the position of colonel and infantry division commander of the Wehrmacht.

There's nothing wrong with Colonel Weeks. He doesn't smoke and only drinks lightly. Unless there are special circumstances, he goes to bed on time before 11 o'clock in the evening. If possible, drink a glass of milk before going to bed, spend 20 minutes moving your muscles and bones so that your joints and muscles will not become knotted and aged, and get up on time before dawn the next morning.

Colonel Weeks had almost everything that had something to do with nobility, and Colonel Weeks had also developed a habit of everything that had nothing to do with nobility.

Someone once said that if Colonel Weeks had not been a soldier and came to the Russian battlefield, he would have been a successful banker. He was good at taking care of his body and was proficient in mathematics-related calculations and financial management. Colonel Weeks did not deny this. , after all, when he was a child, he longed to be a rich man and have a lot of money.

However, Colonel Weeks, who wanted to pay attention to his physical health, was not a strong soldier. To be precise, he lacked the solid physical fitness and physical ability to charge into battle.

This point is not exposed in normal times. When I go out, I only need to walk back and forth twice on the way to get on and off the truck. Colonel Weeks has always mistakenly believed that although his physical fitness is not as good as those reckless men, he is at least as good as others. Still qualified.

But after today's desperate run, Colonel Weeks deeply realized that his true physical fitness may not be as good as those of recruits who were sent to the battlefield after seven weeks of training.

While panting heavily, he vowed that he would exercise more to improve his physical fitness after this battle.

Thinking that the group of Soviet troops attacking him behind him should have been resisted or about to be repelled, the overly optimistic Colonel Weeks sat down on a stone at his feet and reached out to the adjutant beside him to ask for it. Drink from the kettle.

"Where are we now? Why haven't reinforcements arrived yet?"

While putting down the kettle, he rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the hands on his watch. Colonel Weeks, who looked unhappy, was obviously very dissatisfied with the slow pace of his main force.

After taking the empty kettle from Colonel Weeks, Det thought for a moment. As an adjutant, he had the responsibility to report the most timely and accurate information to Colonel Weeks, but under the current circumstances, he didn't know. What answer should be considered accurate and satisfactory to the commander.

"We already contacted and notified by phone when we evacuated the division headquarters. Major Bowerman replied that he would lead the troops back as quickly as possible for reinforcements. He should be here soon."

Looking at the uncertain look on the face of the young adjutant beside him, Colonel Weeks, whose unhappy expression became more solemn, shook the mustache on his lips that was somewhat similar to Hitler's, and was about to say something. At some point, he was forcibly interrupted by a sudden loud explosion from the distance.

boom--

"Oh! Damn, what is that sound?"

Colonel Weeks, who was startled by the sudden explosion and jumped up from the stone, was as panicked as a frightened rabbit.

"North! There was an explosion just from the north!"

Da da da--

Boom boom——

"Sounds of fire! Fighting is breaking out to the north, sir."

Colonel Weeks, who was not deaf, obviously knew that the fierce exchange of fire came from the north of the station. His face, which was originally panicked and full of doubts, instantly became rigid and cold.

"Why are there sounds of fighting from the north!? Haven't our troops already pushed the Russians to the northwest corner of the station? The forward observation post reported that the Russians only have a few hundred men and a dozen tanks left at most. Could it be that these Russians Are you planning to break out?"

While Colonel Weeks was questioning his adjutant intentionally or unintentionally, the sound of fierce firefights coming from the north of the train station was getting closer and closer, almost touching his face.

Colonel Weeks, who spent ten seconds to determine the approximate distance of the sound from him, quickly came to a conclusion.

The sound at the moment was not at all the sound of our own troops launching a final encirclement and suppression operation against the Russians, nor was it the sound of gunfire and artillery explosions as the Russians tried to break out of the train station but were blocked by our own troops.

The fierce exchange of fire that was getting closer to him only represented one possibility: the Russians north of the train station were trying to attack south, and they were getting closer and closer! They want to join forces with the Russians who are counterattacking from the south of the train station!

"Contact Bowerman! Hurry! I want to know what happened! Tell him to stop the Russians from the north and south!"

Colonel Weeks, who was blowing his beard and staring, was spitting like the idol of the head of state he admired. The young adjutant Det, who was standing next to him and was obviously panicked, even stuttered in his tone of voice.

"The telephone and telegraph machine are not brought out from the division headquarters. Sir, we can't contact Major Bowerman and other troops now."