Chapter 738 Do you want to fight hard?

call out--

"Bombardment! Concealment!"

boom--

The screams of his comrades and the lingering hum that echoed in his mind were the only sounds Delian could hear at this moment. He didn't even know whether he was dead or alive at this moment.

Subconsciously exerting force on his arm, he found that he could still feel clear and moist fingertips. Delane, who slowly regained his intuition, finally realized that he was not actually injured, but was just hit by the shock wave of the Russian mortar shell. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness for a moment.

Without bothering to wipe off the filthy mud that filled his face with the stinky smell, Delian stumbled up from the ground and immediately grabbed the submachine gun that had fallen into the mud next to him and pointed it toward the trench that stretched in front of him. Keep running quickly.

"Hello? This is the command center. What happened? Hello, can you hear me? Please answer? Hello."

"The 216th Regiment reported that their defense line was breached by the Russians. Commander Enflett requested immediate support or retreat."

"We have encountered situations that would be difficult for God. Osheim, what are you going to do?"

All kinds of bad news and ringtones that could almost blow up the phone lines filled the entire forward command post. The chief of staff, holding several telegrams in his hand, was standing aside anxiously waiting for the order to be issued. At this moment, Major General Osheim himself stood motionless like a stone statue.

"Damn it, Osheim! The troops need your orders, you can't continue to act like this."

"Hey! You can't go in! Wait outside!"

"Go away! I'm going to see the general right away. It has nothing to do with you!"

A quarrel coming from the trenches outside the command post interrupted the Chief of Staff's unfinished speech.

Major General Osheim, who was also attracted by the sound, slowly turned around, and immediately saw an infantry lieutenant breaking through the interception of the guards at the door, and almost threw himself into the command post with a staggering posture like a dog eating shit. Coming figure.

""

Major General Osheim, who was watching everything in front of him intently, did not speak first. Major General Osheim, who had seen this kind of scene many times, knew that the infantry lieutenant must have something to say to him next.

Just as Major General Osheim expected, Lieutenant Delaine, who had almost fallen down after standing firm, then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, and soon found him among the two officers with different military ranks. The familiar face that I wanted to report to.

"General Osheim, all my soldiers, squad leaders, and platoon leaders are dead, and only a few of our company are still alive. I swore that I would be loyal to the Führer, but please replace us now, Or at least let us retreat for a while, those Russians are going crazy! We are fighting in hell!"

""

Major General Osheim continued to remain silent, his increasingly sharp and almost piercing eyes staring unblinkingly at the messy lieutenant in front of him, until he was staring at the lieutenant to the point where his heart almost went crazy before he spoke.

"Which army are you from? What's your number? Who is the commander? Who sent you here?"

The four questions that suddenly came out made Delian, who was caught off guard, freeze on the spot. He was stunned for a long time before he slowly came back to his senses and answered.

"The 216th Infantry Regiment, the commander is Lieutenant Colonel Hoffman. I had no one to send me. The battlefield was in chaos and no one could stop those Russians. I had to explain the situation, General, so I came here myself."

Delaine thought that there was nothing wrong with his concise explanation, but Major General Osheim with a gloomy look on his face obviously didn't think so.

After hearing this answer, Major General Osheim was silent for a moment without comment. After a brief silence, he answered with a cold tone that could make one's hair stand on end.

"I just received a call three minutes ago. Lieutenant Colonel Hoffman has died. When he personally went into battle to command the troops to resist the Russians, he was hit in the stomach by a machine gun. His entire waist was almost broken. He died very seriously. miserable."

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To be honest, when Delane heard the news, he even wanted to ask Major General Osheim how he knew such specific news.

But after thinking about the causes and consequences with his brain, Delian gave up on this somewhat crazy idea and chose to listen to Major General Osheim's continued words with some fear.

"The 216th Infantry Regiment is still fighting, and Major Coote has taken over the command. Your comrades are all paying their blood and lives to win the battle, but you are here to tell me about the difficulties you encountered. It’s not a problem.”

"You should be lucky, Lieutenant Delaine. If those Russians hadn't driven the tank right into our faces, I would have taken off your rank right now and treated you as a deserter!"

"Go back to your position immediately before I regret it! Lieutenant! Each of us has a dedicated combat position where we should be. Proving loyalty to the Führer depends on actual actions! It is not you talking about you in my command post The problem is like bargaining for a few marks like the boss of a small bank! Is there any problem?”

Lieutenant Delaine could clearly feel that the ferocious-looking Major General Osheim was no joke! That angry expression with blue veins on his face would really take out a pistol and kill him at any time!

Lieutenant Delane is very afraid of those crazy Russians, but compared to those guys who are like crawling out of purgatory and killing people unscrupulously, Delane feels that Major General Osheim is like the devil in hell. Those Russians are dozens or hundreds of times more terrifying!

Seeing Delian escaping from the command post in embarrassment without looking back, the chief of staff, who had been silently watching all this without interrupting, finally asked quietly again.

"So, do you really plan to fight those Russians? This will definitely cost you unimaginable casualties, and even failure is not guaranteed."

The total strength of the reinforced troops in his hands is more than two full divisions, and there are about 40 armored vehicles of various types left.

The tanks of the Russians on the opposite side are obviously superior in quality, and they also have heavy mortar support with caliber and range that can crush their own. In comparison, their numerical advantage in infantry can almost be regarded as offset.

Major General Osheim, who silently reviewed the situation between ourselves and the enemy, felt an inexplicable bitterness in his mouth.

A week ago, I had proudly stated publicly at the battle meeting that it would be easy to capture Stalingrad. If things went well, I would be able to clear out all the battles and win the final victory in less than a month. The vast majority of people present at the meeting said Colleagues and even superiors showed deep approval of his speech.