Chapter 97 Pacifist

"Do we have reinforcements?" Colonel Slaine asked after listening to Colonel Olbrich's explanation.

Colonel Olbrich shook his head: "We are seriously short of troops, and we don't even have a reserve. If there are reinforcements... they are Italian troops!"

Colonel Slaine couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If we let the Italian army come to reinforce, we might as well surrender!"

Then Colonel Slaine asked again: "Can we use those captured tanks?"

Colonel Olbrich shook his head again: "If it is a 'Matilda' tank, it may be possible, but we found that this is a new type of tank of the British. If we want to use them, it will take at least some time to train."

This is the preparation made by the German army before the war, and it is also to be able to use the captured "Matilda" tanks... You must know that any resources in Africa are extremely precious, especially it is foreseeable that the German army is likely to capture the "Matilda" on the battlefield in the future. If it cannot be put into battle because it does not know how to use it, it will undoubtedly be a great waste.

"What's more, the 'Cross' tanks can't penetrate the 'Matilda'!" Colonel Olbrich said, "So what we can do is to drive the British tank crews back!"

Colonel Slaine nodded to show his understanding. After all, this is to fight the enemy on the battlefield. Letting German soldiers operate unfamiliar tanks to fight the enemy will only lead to death.

"Maybe..." Colonel Slaine said, "We should transfer a few 88 anti-aircraft guns!"

At this time, the German army only had one kind of equipment to deal with the "Matilda", that is, the 88 anti-aircraft gun.

But Colonel Olbrich still shook his head: "We have deployed all the 88 anti-aircraft guns in Halfaguan. You know, the 2nd Infantry Regiment doesn't even have a tank. They need 88 anti-aircraft guns to block the attack of the enemy tank group. At the same time, the 15th Armored Division also needs them."

So Colonel Slaine was silent.

After a long while, Colonel Slain said, "Sir, I have a suggestion, I don't know..."

"Nothing is hidden, Colonel!" Colonel Olbridge said, "Now is the time when I need advice the most, and we don't have much time!"

"I mean... maybe we should listen to the opinions of a subordinate!" Colonel Slain said.

"Is it your staff officer?" Colonel Olbridge said, "Of course, you should bring him when you come!"

"No, sir!" Colonel Slain replied, "He is a sergeant!"

"Sergeant?" Colonel Olbridge looked at Colonel Slain in confusion.

At this time, Qin Chuan had not recovered from the hand-to-hand combat just now.

He always thought that he had the courage to face any battle with his previous combat experience, but now he found out that he was wrong...Long-range combat and close-range combat are completely different things.

Although long-range combat is also dangerous, it can even be said that the degree of danger is higher than close-range combat, because you often don't know where there is a black hole of a gun pointing at you, and then "bang", everything is over. At least in close combat, you can see your opponent and have time to react.

But...

Qin Chuan will never forget the desperate look of the British soldier before he died, the blood with body temperature spurting out of the wound, and the twitching and struggling before death... Compared with these, Qin Chuan found that everything he had faced before was not worth mentioning.

"Your rifle!" Alfredo came to Qin Chuan and handed Qin Chuan's rifle with a sniper scope.

Qin Chuan hesitated, then silently took the rifle... The rifle was already covered with blood, or to be exact, not blood, because its water had evaporated rapidly in the high temperature of the desert, and it had turned into a disgusting dark red. Especially the bayonet, because the uneven blood made it look like a layer of red paint sprayed by a crappy craftsman.

Qin Chuan removed the bayonet and found a small gap on the blade... Qin Chuan couldn't help but think of the sound of the bayonet rubbing against the enemy's ribs, which made his bones itch.

"Can you help me change the bayonet?" Qin Chuan threw the bayonet on the ground, as if it would burn: "It's already bent!"

"Of course!" Alfredo said.

While Alfredo went to get the bayonet, Qin Chuan piled some sand with his feet to bury the bayonet.

This made Qin Chuan feel better.

Soon Alfredo came back and brought Qin Chuan a brand new bayonet.

"Thank you!" Qin Chuan said to Alfredo: "I'm not just talking about this..."

Qin Chuan raised the new bayonet: "And you saved my life on the battlefield!"

"Oh, come on, Sergeant!" Alfredo laughed: "Everyone is talking about your advice, and you saved all of us, and you saved me, more than once!"

As he said that, Alfredo took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Qin Chuan.

When Qin Chuan took the cigarette, he found that his hands were still shaking a little, but fortunately Alfredo didn't notice it.

After lighting the cigarette, Qin Chuan asked Alfredo: "What do you feel?"

"What?"

"I mean, today might be the first time you kill someone!"

"Oh, no!" Alfredo exhaled a puff of smoke and replied: "This is the second time!"

"The second time?"

"Yes!" Alfredo replied thoughtfully: "The first time... was not long after I arrived in Libya. There was a Libyan kid who wanted to steal cans from the car. He was only as tall as me. Waisted, thin and small, he was obviously starving. I found him and tied him in the trunk, ready to go to the village to teach his parents a lesson...but I didn't realize that this was Africa. When he called down, he found that he had..."

At this point Alfredo lowered his head and let out a long sigh, and then continued: "I was not punished for this, they would not do that. On the contrary, they thought I did the right thing and even gave me a note for it. Last time... God, he was just a kid who wanted to fill his stomach with a few cans! "

"Is that why you are a pacifist?" Qin Chuan said.

"Yes!" Alfredo nodded, and then raised his hand towards the nearby British corpses and blood that had not been cleaned up: "But this is ridiculous, isn't it? Fuck the pacifists!"

This is indeed a bit ridiculous, because war is the antonym of peace, so there cannot be any pacifists on the battlefield, if there are any, they will only become corpses.

But Qin Chuan couldn't help laughing.

At this time, a jeep parked near Qinchuan. Lucas, who was in the passenger seat, shouted to Qinchuan from a few meters away: "Sergeant, follow me!"