Chapter 175 Deserter

The German army retreated to 15 kilometers away... This distance was just enough to escape the range of the enemy's artillery, unless the British were willing to move the artillery to the front line at the risk of running over the mines they had laid.

But Qin Chuan believed that the British would not do this, because at this time the British wanted to recuperate.

The reason was simple. The British would be much faster than the Germans in transporting supplies and equipment. The later the time, the stronger the Alamein Line, and the less likely the Germans would break through it.

Qin Chuan lay down on the ground as soon as he got off the car. In fact, if the driver had not had another task, Qin Chuan would have hoped to take a nap in the back of the car.

The other German soldiers were similar. They sat or lay on the ground, like zombies, with dull eyes and lifeless eyes, as if they didn't even have the strength to close their eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere was very depressing, not only because of fatigue, but also because of the frustration after failure.

"Rest where you are!" Basel ordered, "As compensation for you, the engineers will complete the fortifications for you!"

Qin Chuan could no longer care about anything after hearing this order. He used his last bit of strength to pull out a blanket from his backpack, covered himself with it, and fell asleep. Although his body was covered with blood and there was even a scalding wound on his shoulder caused by shrapnel, he could not care about anything else. He just closed his eyes and thought nothing.

But before he had slept for long, Qin Chuan was awakened by a burst of gunfire. He sat up and raised his gun, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the gunfire as a conditioned reflex.

"Hey hey... Sergeant, put down your gun!" Werner said, "There are no enemies!"

"No enemies?" Qin Chuan was a little confused: "What's the matter with the gunshot?"

Then Qin Chuan heard Bazel's scolding: "Put down your guns, you scum, go back to the team!"

It turned out that three soldiers wanted to escape while others were asleep. They even planned that as long as they could escape to Matruh, they could mix in with the wounded and board the ship bound for Italy, and then find an opportunity to sneak back to Germany or simply hide in Italy for a while.

But Bazel found them, and Bazel soon realized that if he didn't stop them, it would definitely bring an avalanche-like chain reaction, so he grabbed the submachine gun and fired a burst of bullets at the three soldiers.

The three soldiers were frightened, they turned to Bazel, and in panic, one of them raised his rifle and shot at Bazel, and the bullet flew past Bazel's body.

At this time, Bazel should have fired a burst of bullets to kill all three soldiers, but he didn't do so.

"If you return to the team now, I will pretend that nothing happened!" Bazel said, "Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be!"

The three soldiers returned to the team obediently after hearing this.

Soon a patrol came and asked, "What happened? Why are there gunshots!"

"It's like this!" Bazel replied, "My soldiers just came back from the battlefield. They were exhausted, so they didn't turn off the safety and caused accidental discharge!"

"Really?" The patrol asked, "No casualties!"

"No, no!"

"You should teach them a lesson, sir!"

"I will!" Bazel replied.

After the patrol left, Bazel whispered to the soldiers, "I know what happened, and we are experiencing the most brutal war, but this doesn't mean you can do stupid things... So listen, you won't be so lucky next time, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

Of course, in the face of such strong pressure as death and battlefield, Bazel's approach can only play a temporary role.

Soon, the field hospital discovered some self-injury and feigning illness.

Qin Chuan didn't know what punishment they would receive, but he knew that they would never have a good ending... because this was the reality of war. If deserters and feigning illness were not severely punished, more people would try it soon, and it wouldn't be long before the German army would be like the Italian army.

Among them, Qin Chuan even heard of some operations that were almost "artistic", such as taking Nivea sunscreen would cause symptoms similar to jaundice... Even field doctors couldn't check this, and its cost was very low. Many people brought such a bottle of sunscreen before coming to the desert, but it could only temporarily save you from a more dangerous battle.

If you want to leave the battlefield forever... you have to pay a price, such as an arm or a leg.

In order to avoid gunpowder burns on the edge of the wound, you must shoot with a piece of black bread between you, and more importantly, you have to make up a whole set of stories in advance.

Although Qin Chuan heard about these methods from others, he didn't even consider using them.

Because Qin Chuan understood that this war in history would end with Germany's defeat. At that time, the US and Soviet armies would conquer Germany, and it would be difficult for any German adult to survive, even the wounded soldiers who posed no threat to the US and the Soviet Union.

Therefore, if you want to survive, it is obviously useless to rely solely on these "arts".

Just when Qin Chuan wanted to lie back on his "bed" to continue sleeping, a jeep stopped next to Qin Chuan, and Qin Chuan recognized it as General Strike's car.

"Sergeant!" The driver leaned out and waved at Qin Chuan: "Get in the car, the general asked you to go to his headquarters!"

Qin Chuan knew why this was for, of course, it was for a difficult situation.

But what Qin Chuan didn't expect was that when people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth... The jeep had only been driving in the desert for more than ten minutes when the left front wheel of the car ran over a landmine.

With a "bang", the steering wheel was shaken out of the driver's control, and the car suddenly turned to the left, throwing Qin Chuan and the driver out before it overturned.

Qin Chuan and the driver lay on the ground and dared not move, because they didn't know if there were any landmines around.

"This must be done by our own people!" The driver said angrily: "There were no landmines when I came! Sergeant, are you injured?"

"No, no!" Qin Chuan answered while checking himself. Except for a few scratches, he was unharmed.

"What should we do now?" The driver asked in a panic.

Qin Chuan knew what the driver meant... Continue forward or turn back?

But in fact, neither of them is a good option, because both may trigger landmines.

"Fuck you!" Qin Chuan couldn't help but curse, and today he had a grudge against landmines.