Chapter 855 Telephone Game

Major Koch's hypothesis presented the most horrific and worst possible scenario.

Major Bonn's eyes were stunned with his mouth half-opened in astonishment. He could not recover for several seconds. If the Russian's new heavy tank force, which was already very difficult to deal with, was multiplied by two, what terrible consequences would this have? The result is simply unimaginable!

Not only was his mouth half-opened, he was stunned for several seconds. Major Bonn, who felt that he had finally come to his senses, finally spoke in response while feeling bitterness in his mouth.

"I'm not an armorer, Koch. I trust your judgment here, you have the final say, and I will cooperate and support your decision, just say it."

Major Koch, who had been entrusted with the trust, had an idea in his eyes and only took three seconds to think about it before he made the final decision.

"Report to your superiors immediately. The Romanians are in big trouble. They need support! Strong anti-tank support as quickly as possible! If my judgment is wrong, I will bear all the responsibility."

Major Koch, who finally chose to believe in himself at the critical moment, did not expect that Major Bonn, who came with him for the first time, was not an idle person who was afraid of taking responsibility.

"This is not your responsibility alone, but also mine. You can't take all the responsibility on yourself."

He does not mean that.

The emotion in Major Koch's heart was only fleeting, but the telegram sent to the headquarters of the Sixth Army in the city was transmitted as quickly as possible from the borrowed Romanian telegraph machine.

The adjutant, Colonel Adam, who had just returned from leave from the rear, was standing behind several telephone operators, anxiously waiting for the latest news from the front.

Colonel Adam has not received any information of practical value so far. He only knows that the Romanians were attacked by the Russians. It is said that they were bombed by thousands of cannons and were devastated, but they could not get through no matter what. The phone call cannot be answered, and the telegram sent has not been responded to until now. This makes Colonel Adam, who is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, really want to go to the front line in person to find out.

"Still can't get through?"

Colonel Adam couldn't remember how many times he had asked the exact same question. From the bottom of his heart, he expected a different answer from the previous questions. However, the final result still disappointed Colonel Adam. .

"The phone is not working, colonel. All contact with the Romanians has been lost."

Looking at the expressionless expression on the phone's back, Colonel Adam still refused to give up hope even as his eyebrows almost knitted together.

"Then try a few more phone lines! If the group army headquarters can't get through, call the division headquarters on the front line. If the division headquarters can't get through, call the regiment headquarters! I don't believe that the Russian cannons can blow up all the phone lines! "

"We only have telephone lines directly connected to the headquarters of the Romanian Third and Fourth Army Groups. Telephone lines with Romanian combat divisions and regiments are not directly established. They obey and communicate with their superiors. It is impossible for us to fight Call the frontline troops in Romania, Colonel."

In desperation, Colonel Adam applied the German command model to the Romanians. His eyes darkened. How could he be so anxious to treat these Romanians as his own troops? Damn it!

At this point, there is no other way. No matter how reluctant Colonel Adam is, he must go to the front line in the north of the city in person. Only in this way can he bring back the most reliable first-hand news.

But just as Colonel Adam had made up his mind and turned around to take action, a communications staff officer who looked like he was being chased by a tiger ran up to him in a hurry and blocked his way.

"Colonel Adam, the latest telegram from the north of the city! Sent by the 361st Infantry Division of the Romanian Third Army!"

Colonel Adam, who almost thought he had something wrong with his ears and heard the wrong words, was stunned. However, he could not find any false alarms or doubts in the face and expression of the communications staff officer in front of him. He reacted instantly and snatched it up on the spot. He picked up the paper in front of him.

"Damn! How could this happen? It's terrible!"

"Go and call them back and tell them that reinforcements will be arriving soon. You must hold your position! You are not allowed to retreat until you get an order! I will report to Commander Paulus right now."

"Yes, Colonel Adam!"

Colonel Adam, who was riding on hot wheels along the way, almost flew into Paulus' office, and even bumped into a staff officer who was holding a stack of documents and scattered information papers on the floor.

But Colonel Adam, who knew his priorities clearly, didn't even want to waste time to say sorry. He almost opened the office door roughly with his elbow.

"Commander Paulus! Oops! The Romanians encountered a surprise attack by Russian heavy troops. The Russians dispatched the new heavy tanks that we have been paying close attention to before! The nearest 48th Armored Corps immediately dispatched Two majors took people to check the situation and supervise the battle. This is accurate and reliable news sent by our own people, not a false alarm! "

Paulus, who was holding the phone in his hand and didn't know who he was talking to on the phone, did not put down the phone immediately, but Colonel Adam was sure that he read a hint of surprise and complexity in Paulus's eyes. Because of his emotions, Paulus, who did not directly put down the phone in his hand, raised his hand to signal Colonel Adam to wait for him for a moment.

"This is unacceptable! Baron Richthofen! Our defense line is in danger. The soldiers are fighting desperately under enemy fire, but your pilots are lying in the dormitory and sleeping in! You cannot order this!"

""

Colonel Adam didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. He only saw Paulus standing up from his chair with the phone in his hand, holding the desk with one hand, and his fierce and ferocious expression was like threatening a prisoner of war rather than his own colleagues.

"I will report the truth to the head of state! Baron Richthofen ordered a ban on take-off operations just because of the possible snowstorm, which resulted in a large number of meaningless sacrifices of our soldiers! If the defense line is lost, I will also write it truthfully. I will definitely Report like this! I promise!”

Snapped--

Paulus put down the phone in his hand and his chest heaved violently. His eyes, which were covered with crimson bloodshot eyes and appeared to be abnormally swollen, then focused on Colonel Adam, who was very close to him.

"What did you just say? The Russians sent out new heavy tanks? Sent them to attack the Romanians?"