Chapter 1764 People Who Must Survive

"Break out to the west? Haha, it's really funny and ridiculous. Read"

Colonel Klose not only muttered the obscure "ridiculous", but also had a helpless smile on his face. The young adjutant didn't quite understand what it meant.

"We obviously have four armored divisions and an independent heavy armored battalion, and we are here to rescue the surrounded friendly forces. Why do we have to use the word break out now? The battle has only been going on for half a day, isn't this too ridiculous?"

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Hearing Colonel Klose's self-deprecating question, the young adjutant didn't know what to say for a while.

Yes, this change did come too fast and caught people off guard.

This morning, they were still marching all the way here with triumphant songs, vowing to rescue the surrounded friendly forces. Now it's only been half a day and it's afternoon. How come the huge mechanized force composed of four armored divisions was defeated so quickly? Do we need to choose a main direction to break out?

The weak combat effectiveness of our side is really too lame? The young adjutant felt that this was obviously not the case, and this statement was difficult to establish.

Whether it was the Great German Division or the 505th Heavy Armored Battalion, each of them was a tough guy, one of the best elite armored units of the Wehrmacht.

The remaining three ordinary armored divisions with only numbers did not reach this level of combat effectiveness, and their organization was incomplete. They went to the battlefield with the accumulated losses that could not be replenished in time. But these were three Wehrmacht armored divisions after all, and each of them could be regarded as a main force in a major offensive direction.

Why is it that now so many main forces are gathered together to try to open up and reverse the situation, but they are hit hard by the cruel reality and become unworkable?

The young adjutant really couldn't figure out the reason. He estimated that with his military experience and combat experience, he couldn't figure it out even if he racked his brains, so he quickly gave up the idea of ​​continuing to think about it.

When he looked up inadvertently, he saw Colonel Klose's cracked and dry lips.

He realized that Colonel Klose had not had a sip of water since the retreat began, or he had not had time to drink, forgot to drink, or had no mood to drink, whatever you want to say.

In short, when the young adjutant reached out to take the kettle next to the seat, and was about to unscrew the lid and hand it to Colonel Klose to persuade him to drink a few sips, an unexpected change suddenly occurred at this moment.

Boom boom boom --

Swish --

Boom boom --

"Artillery! Artillery-fire --"

"Russian artillery! Find cover!"

"Get off the car, get off quickly!"

The artillery bombardment that came down on his head was too sudden, and the extremely tired German soldiers who were dozing in the truck compartment in the marching column did not even have time to react. The shells that fell from the sky were bigger than his head and directly hit him, overturning the truck. In a violent explosion of fire, all the parts and meat were thrown into the sky.

The interval between the whistling and the actual explosion on the ground was so short that people had no time to react to the large-caliber heavy artillery shells, which could only explain one problem: the Soviet artillery fire was quite close, and it could even be said that this was not a long-range parabolic cross-fire, but a close-range almost direct shooting. Only in this way could such an effect that people had no time to react be achieved.

Some German veterans who had realized the seriousness of the problem had already left the vehicles at this moment, and hid as far away from these vehicles as possible, and hid in a relatively hidden bunker on the spot. Everyone knows that the value of bombing a car is much higher than bombing a person. At this time, if you still want to hide in front of the car, you are a fool, and those German veterans who can survive to this day are obviously not fools.

"Sir, we can't stay here, get out of the car and leave! The Russians' artillery has locked on us, get out! Quick!"

Everyone knows that the current situation has been ambushed by the enemy, so there is no need to say more. The young adjutant only wants to fulfill his responsibilities and escort Colonel Klose out first.

Colonel Klose, who was also stunned by the explosion, reacted quickly. For an old man in his fifties, he ran out of the car quickly, not much slower than the young man.

"Quick! This way, sir, let's go over there to hide!"

The young adjutant stood behind Colonel Klose in a standard guarding action, pressed the commander's body down, and tried to cover Colonel Klose's back with his taller body to protect him. Even if he was killed, it would be better than the head of a division being crushed to ashes by a Russian artillery. The Great German Division must not lose its brain at such a critical moment.

But sometimes this world is really ironic. There are too many bad times, the kind of annoying despair that the more you fear something, the more it will happen.

The young adjutant had just run out with Colonel Klose for two steps when a high-explosive projectile that exploded and roared through the air hit a position not far behind him.

What's even more deadly is that the final landing point of this shell is exactly the front power compartment of Colonel Klose's command half-track vehicle. The huge projectile hit the power compartment cover and exploded on the spot, emitting huge and terrifying flames. The violent shock of chemical energy explosion instantly tore this poor light armored vehicle into pieces.

The sudden explosion was so powerful that Colonel Klose and his adjutant, who had run nearly a hundred meters away, were blown away together.

Colonel Klose, who was not satisfied with being a "flying man", felt his vision blurred and his head buzzing. While struggling to get up, he vaguely saw that several soldiers noticed the situation here, and immediately jumped out from behind the bunker without saying a word, risking their lives to rush over to rescue him.

Colonel Klose felt that he was being carried and carried forward, and his muscles all over his body were limp, but he still cared about one thing.

"Franz, Franz was also blown down, go and rescue him, go quickly"

At this point, Colonel Klose still did not forget his adjutant, who was indeed a competent and excellent young man.

It's just that he lacks experience after being transferred from the General Staff Headquarters to the front line. If he follows him to learn and train more and has time, he will definitely be an excellent front-line grassroots commander. Colonel Klose sincerely hopes that he can grow up and attaches great importance to him.

But the truth that good fortune never comes alone seems to apply at any time. The soldier who carried Colonel Klose and the STG44 assault rifle to a safe and hidden place shouted out the truth without hesitation.

"He's dead, Colonel! The palm-sized shrapnel almost cut his waist in two. He sacrificed himself to protect you! He was protecting you until his death!"