Chapter 1631 Command and Fanaticism

"What did you say? Gone! Our walkie-talkie is gone!?"

The poor soldier lying next to Major Jackson was frightened by the terrible questioning. He nodded repeatedly and pointed at a pile of rotten blood and flesh not far away from him.

It was a pile of fragments left after human tissue was blown up, mixed with flesh, bones, hair, clothing fragments, and of course some indescribable metal fragments.

If Major Jackson guessed correctly, the pile of broken meat and debris should be Tommy carrying a walkie-talkie.

As for how Tommy turned from a healthy and living person into this, whether he was directly blown into slag by a shell or the shock wave of the tank ammunition explosion, it is no longer important now.

The important thing is that the Motorola walkie-talkie carried by Tommy was also blown into pieces, which was a life-saving straw in Major Jackson's eyes. Without this thing, the only fate of this group of people is to be crushed into slag by the steel monsters of the Germans on the opposite side. There is no other possibility. Major Jackson, who is shocked, terrified and uneasy, does not want to accept his fate.

"What about 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! Tommy is the only walkie-talkie left in the troops outside the city. It was you who said that other communicators should rush into the city to report the situation to you in real time."

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I don't know which blind bastard shouted this sentence casually while lying on the ground, and Major Jackson's expression was as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a live fly.

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

Major Jackson, who has long been accustomed to giving orders in the office, wanted to explode on the spot, but suddenly realized that the battlefield was not a place for him to put on airs and throw a tantrum.

While cursing "shit" in his heart, Major Jackson, who had no choice, could only reluctantly issue the helpless order.

"Everyone! Retreat to the city! Hurry!"

Generally speaking, retreating to the city before the town is captured is a major tactical mistake, which is equivalent to jumping into the fire pit.

Retreating into the city is equivalent to losing the initiative on the battlefield. The German troops outside and inside the city can completely cooperate with each other and squeeze the American persimmon as they want. Whether to surround but not attack or to annihilate in one fell swoop with cooperation from inside and outside is all up to the Germans to decide and do whatever they want.

After all, Major Jackson, who is still a top student at West Point Military Academy, will not fail to understand this, but now there is no better choice except to retreat into the city.

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

But the problem is, let's not talk about whether the bazooka can deal with those German monsters that even Sherman can't deal with, the effective range of only 100 meters can't reach those enemies that are eight feet away.

Major Jackson couldn't order his boys to rush up with bazookas and fight the German tanks in close combat. That's not fighting, it's seeking death! Major Jackson's eyes are not blind. He can see the enemy infantry that keeps appearing around the huge tanks.

The Germans also understand the coordination of infantry and tanks, and will not let their tanks appear on the battlefield alone and without cover. Those German infantry who still follow their tanks and do not directly charge under the cover of tanks exist to restrain the desperate American soldiers.

They can't fight, and they can't charge. Calling for support is not possible for the time being, and retreating is even more unreliable!

Not to mention that running away was equivalent to abandoning the troops inside the city that had already started the siege, Major Jackson never expected that his two legs could outrun the Germans' steel tracks. Those tanks didn't even need to rush up to crush them, they just kept a distance and kept firing with main guns and machine guns to kill them until they collapsed and surrendered.

So no matter how you think about it, entering the city first and then talking about it has become the only option left at the moment.

After receiving Major Jackson's order, the American soldiers reacted quickly, and the last American troops outside the city began to rush into the city frantically in a short while. The speed and chaotic posture were really not much better than the collapse, and they rushed forward one by one, fearing that they would be left behind and wait for death.

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

"Very good! Well done, Wittmann!"

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

"We have also engaged the enemy here, and have already joined up with the Wehrmacht infantry in the city! Their situation is better than I expected, with about one and a half battalions of troops left, and few casualties. They also have a lot of heavy weapons left by the previous replacement troops. With our support, they are more than enough to hold the city."

"I am leading the troops to organize a counterattack. We must drive these Allied rubbish out of the town. If they don't want to leave, they will be killed in the city! You can lead the team to launch a pursuit from the direction of the Allied troops entering the city, but I don't know the specific situation on your side. This is just a suggestion. You decide the specific orders yourself. I believe in you, Wittmann! See you in the city!"

Ensher, who was familiar with Wittmann's calm and calm personality and outstanding command ability, directly delegated power. Under the premise that it was not convenient for him to remotely control the command and was not clear about the actual situation there, he directly handed over the command to Wittmann and let him do it according to his own ideas.

No one is perfect and everyone has shortcomings. Ensher may be a fanatic, but he does have the professional ability of an excellent battlefield commander, and he is still very strong.

In addition to being impulsive and emotional, and easily not thinking when he is in a hurry, Wittmann actually admires his boss partner. Ensher is like a lion on the battlefield. He may be enraged and manic, but his fighting ability should never be questioned. He is a leader of a lion group who is both violent and ferocious.

"Allied garbage has been scared away. What should we do now? Wittmann."

Although the new gunner Wegener got along well with Wittmann, he asked. Wittmann, who half leaned out of the turret with a telescope in his hand to observe the situation, gave an answer in a short while.

"We go into the city and chase the Allied army in the direction of retreat! Ensher and I will beat their asses together and push these Allied garbage into the town!"