Chapter 1803 This Is Not a Joke

Fear is a terrible thing that spreads like wildfire, especially when everyone is facing despair without exception. The fear of falling into the abyss will be like the coldest shackles in hell, entangled in everyone, unable to break free and escape, until they fall into darkness and endless death.

The German soldiers shrouded in this strong fear were almost crazy. They didn't know how to fight this battle that was almost impossible to resist and even more hopeless. They all waited eagerly for their company commander's order to be issued, as if this was the only hope that could be regarded as a life-saving straw.

"Wait, don't shout, let me think about it, let me think about it first!"

The company commander called Hans was a young man, not even as old as many veterans, and looked less than 30 years old.

Perhaps he really climbed to this position step by step with his own ability, but at least now, he was really panicked, just like many young officers of his age who lacked experience, and seemed a little confused. It took some time to think about what to do next.

"We can't withdraw like this. If we do, we have to inform the artillery. Our mission here is to protect them."

"Alfred, run fast! Go and inform the artillery behind us to retreat quickly. We can't hold on any longer. The Russians may break through the defense at any time. Don't blame me for not reminding them then!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the comrade who was short and had long legs, and felt like a mole running around on the ground every time he took a step, the remaining German soldiers on the position finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason was very simple. At least they saw the hope of survival. At this point, as long as they could retreat, they would have the hope of survival.

Of course, this also meant that the current battle had found more meaning and reason to continue fighting. The German soldiers who had been suppressed began to seek opportunities to attack more bravely, even if it meant paying the price of their lives.

Hu-hu——

Cough——

Swish——

Crack——

The intense panting sound of running and the sound of bullets whizzing from behind mixed together and entered Alfred's mind. Alfred, who was already running at full speed, didn't care to think too much. He ran at the fastest speed in his life. This was the only thing he could do now, nothing else.

The telephone line was blown off and he had to run on foot to report the news. Alfred, who was running fast, didn't resent the company commander for assigning this task to him. In fact, he was glad that he was the one chosen.

Because if someone unreliable was chosen to do this job, Alfred was really worried that those unskilled recruits, most of whom had just arrived in Russia, would be shot to death by the Russians from behind before completing the task, but he was different.

The reason why he was able to survive from the Barbarossa Operation in 1941 to the present was that he was good at running and ran fast enough. Although this was not the whole reason, it was undoubtedly a very key reason. No matter how fast you run, you can't run faster than a bullet. This is an iron rule, but it can really increase your chances of survival on the battlefield. Alfred is very sure that this is true.

He ran all the way with all kinds of snake-skin moves and tried his best. When he ran to the edge of the trench that he regarded as the end, Alfred almost jumped forward without hesitation.

It didn't matter if he landed face first like a dog chewing shit, even if he ate a mouthful of stinky mud and rotten soil.

Before he could find his balance again, he struggled to get up from the ground. Alfred, who felt that his whole body was shaking, continued to stumble and run forward along the trench. The position where his comrades were behind him was full of increasingly fierce gunfire and explosions.

Alfred didn't dare to look back, let alone stop. He knew that he didn't have time to think about what was happening behind him. Once he stopped, a bullet from nowhere might take his life in the next second.

Faster, faster, faster, the only hope of survival is to run fast enough, and Alfred's most real thought at the moment is that his mind is full of tasks.

"Hu-hu-hu-cough-ah"

Running all the way here and moving around in a flash, Alfred, who has already consumed a lot of physical strength due to high-intensity combat, is almost out of breath, as if he can't take the next breath after swallowing this breath.

If he continues to run wildly, Alfred feels that he may become a poor guy who runs himself to death like the ancient Greek marathon long-distance runner.

Fortunately, the final destination of this run soon appeared in front of him.

Seeing the huge and bulky bodies behind the earth mound roaring and firing in the distance, Alfred, who didn't care about the scene of flames, turned his head and ran straight to a half-buried civil engineering structure. He knew that this was the command post of the artillery. He was one of the team that ran here to connect the telephone line before, and he still remembers this place.

However, Alfred had just entered the room and had not had time to catch his breath before speaking immediately. He supported his knees with his hands and felt that he was about to die of exhaustion. Then he heard a series of conversations that shocked him greatly.

"How is it possible!? We received the bombardment coordinates, that's where the Russians are, didn't they fire there? How could the shells hit our own people!? What's going on!?"

"Let's talk about this later, quickly order a ceasefire! There's no time to explain! Our people are almost all killed by our own artillery!"

"This is not a joke, are you sure?"

"Why can't I be sure? Do you believe that if Enrique was here now, he could shoot you immediately without even a military court! Quickly order a ceasefire, it's really over if it's too late!"

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Alfred's expression was dull at first, but after a little thought, he was stunned and at a loss.

What? The artillery outside is firing so fiercely, hitting our own people? What's going on here! ?

Before Alfred could think about it, the two people who had just shouted in the inner room had walked out one after another and came to the front.

One of them hurriedly ran outside, looking hurried, and it seemed that he was running to issue a ceasefire order. Alfred thought this was the only possibility.

As for the other person, he walked straight to Alfred without hesitation. His expression, which was as clear as a poker card, made Alfred immediately tell him the purpose of his visit without hesitation.

"Hurry up and retreat, it will be too late! The Russian tanks are rushing towards us like crazy, and we can't hold our position anymore!"