He told him to cover a huge party flag on the tank so that he would not be injured by mistake before spraying!

Then Hewitt lifted the roof and climbed out. When he jumped off the tank, Hoffman came up happily and congratulated Hewitt on his safe return. Dickman saluted Hewitt a standard military salute, "Sir, the company commander of the 1st Company Dickman reports to you..."

Hewitt understood that after the deputy battalion commander died, Captain Rouse was unable to do so, and the experienced Captain Dickman temporarily replaced the commander position.

The Russians' next round of attacks would be launched at any time, and there was no time for them to chat. Hewitt said straight to the point: "Thank you, Captain, please tell me about the situation on the position..."

"Sir, after the battle last night, the commercial area positions on the left of the strategic highway have been completely lost. The 3rd Company and 'Narco, the 1st Armored Battalion of the brothers' forces, have been exhausted; and my 1st platoons were all killed, and there were about ten or less left. Under the leadership of Sergeant Deborer, he is still holding on to the commercial area positions on the left, leaning against the last line of defense in front of Ruibo Square... It is only a matter of time before the loss is lost. The underground bunkers in the abandoned commercial area activated the self-destruction system as planned, and all have been blown up... "

"Absurd!" Hewitt looked angry: "What should I do if the civilians hiding in the bunker?"

Dickman was speechless for a moment, "......... the people should have evacuated long ago...."

"Where can they escape?"

Dickman defended, "You can suffer less... It's better than being killed by the Russians...."

"Maybe you are right..." Only by thinking this way can everyone feel a little better, and even if he is shot, it will not change anything: "Remember, Captain, it is forbidden to destroy underground bunkers again... Please reserve the last chance for the German civilians who have not evacuated."

"As for orders, sir..." Dickman replied very softly.

“How is the business district on the right side of the strategic highway we are now in?

"The situation is also very bad -! The leader of our company's first company has actually died in name only, with less than one squad remaining. Fortunately, the armored platoon of Lieutenant Hauser of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion carried out a counterattack to repel the Russians' attempt to cross the strategic highway to expand their results to the right."

The 1st Battalion is the Armored Battalion. Their mission is to guard the strategic highlands outside the city. Now the 1st Battalion Company retreated to the city to fight street battles? In addition, the Gutman Platoon of the reconnaissance battalion brought back by Hewitt, the system is already in chaos!

"The reason why we can defeat the Russians' attack is to thank the squad you led for disrupting the rhythm of the enemy's attack. The Russians stopped the attack without knowing the truth and retreated. If the Russians launched another attack after dawn, the consequences would be unimaginable...."

"Resolutely resist the Russian attack, you must not take a step back!" Hewitt said coldly.

"But...sir, what should I do to withstand the Russian attack...my people are already fighting all over..." Dickman looked at Hewitt resentfully.

"I will send you reinforcements... I will order the Gutman platoon of the reconnaissance battalion to enter the position to reinforce you; at the same time, you also have the support of the Hauser platoon. Before I get my further new orders, you must stand firmly on the commercial area position and not retreat without authorization."

"Sir, please do." Dickman's stiff face had a smile, but it was fleeting.

Hewitt stroked Captain Dickman's solid back and said in a deep voice: "I know you are in a difficult situation, but your defense line is very important. If you cannot defend it, the second company in the factory will be attacked from both sides, the defense line will be cut off by the Russians, and the entire defense system will collapse! What changes will happen to our entire situation... You should be very clear about the consequences..."

Captain Dickman said firmly and promised: "Please rest assured that our army will fight to the last soldier and never retreat in the face of battle."

"Okay, let's go and patrol your position together and visit the wounded." They walked towards T Qian together.

Hoffman said to Hewitt with joyful expression: "Sir, let me tell you good news. The team that had just received the report, Carmen returned to the Hewitt army position in the residential area. The Black Jazz platoon leader also drove back...."

"It's great..." Although he said so, Hewitt felt an unconcealable melancholy in his heart: "Is there any news about Company Commander Colfi...?"

Hoffman shook his head: "I'm sorry, there is no news about this for the time being..."

Sitting in the command car, Hewitt was silent for a long time and felt very sad. It seemed that the captain of the Colfi First-level Commando team could not come back.

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He has always been his most capable subordinate!

Then, Hewitt and Captain Dickman patrol the positions of the 1st Company together and then discuss the possible offensive methods that the Russian army could adopt.

They were talking, and Hoffman reported again: just after receiving a call from Captain Rous, reinforcements sent by Zemland's army had arrived and asked Hewitt to rush back to the battalion immediately.

This was great good news. Hewitt immediately let Dickman convey it, and the morale of the 1st Company was obviously excited.

Hewitt hurriedly bid farewell to Captain Dickman and drove to the command post.!

The commander of the reinforcements was a captain of the National Wehrmacht. His white face was covered in blood and his brand new uniform was covered in dust. He looked shocked and sat in a marching chair like a pile of mud.

Hewitt was very disappointed when he saw his appearance. He knew that this was a noble officer who had no practical experience and was used to being pampered. He felt very disgusted in his heart.

"We were airstrikes from the Russians on the way to come, and our battalion command was hit directly..." His face was still full of horror: "I am the officer of the highest position left. We, we have suffered heavy casualties! We demand a rest..."

"Standing at attention-!" Hewitt interrupted his nonsense loudly.

The captain bounced out of the chair as if he was stabbed by a needle and stood straight in front of Hewitt, although his legs were still a little shaking.

"Captain Schubert, the company commander of the 2nd Company of the 12th Supplementary Battalion of the Zemland Army, reported to you, sir!" He finally understood who he was talking to.

"How many people are there in your camp now?" Hewitt looked into his eyes angrily.

"Report to the sir, my battalion has about one hundred and fifty people and a battlefield ambulance team of about twenty people, equipped with four destroyers, seven Leopard-yin five anti-aircraft guns and ten assault guns."

"Although it's a little less, it's still a very considerable team!" Hewitt smiled slightly, then said loudly: "I order--"

Captain Schubert was as straight as a stick, and Hoffman took the pen to start writing.

"Your battalion is immediately reorganized into three platoons, the first platoon is equipped with five assault guns, and go to reinforce Sergeant Deborer who is standing on the left side of the commercial area; 丨equipped with five assault guns, and four leopard-shaped to reinforce Captain Dickman's position; 丨 as the battalion reserve team is equipped with five assault guns, and four destroyers are on standby in the residential area."

Schubert's face turned pale and he stuttered, "Ming, I understand..."

Hewitt turned his face and said to Hoffman, "Add to add one of the platoons of the 2nd Motorized Infantry Company of the original reserve team was returned to the factory area's defense; three Leopard-shaped tanks were added to the Narco, and the tank battle group was reorganized into the Knights platoon, and the squadron leader of the Weitmann Level 2 Commando was appointed as the platoon leader; anti-aircraft artillery was added to the engineer company on both sides of the bridge, responsible for air defense."

Hewitt's knowledge is based on his understanding of his own troops and his overall grasp. Hewitt also keeps his mind clear and calm because of the responsibility of a commander: "In addition, Gutman platoon and Hauser platoon immediately joined the right position on the commercial area and obeyed Captain Dickman's command, "Narco, the remaining troops of the tank battle group were reorganized, and

‘Sir Black, commander of the second-level commando squadron, is ready to support the 1st Company at any time. The battlefield medical team is requested to be placed in the underground bunker in the residential area.”

"Adminton Hoffman, please allocate your troops within twenty minutes and place them in place. The enemy's attack will be launched at any time!" Captain Rous added.

"Then my post..." Captain Schubert asked awkwardly, his troops had been dismembered by Hewitt.

"As for Captain Schubert, we need to know from you about the Zemland Army." Hewitt smiled.

"Our battalion started operations yesterday, so we were able to reach Robbinstel successfully. Part of the 13th Infantry Army of the 43rd Russian Army had been inserted between Robbinstel and Zemland Army, and the Dick Division that followed was intercepted by the Russians. Our army was bombed violently, with great casualties...."

"It's a pity that our contact with a higher level has been interrupted for nearly twelve hours. I think... General Rash will need your information very much. Captain Rous, please transfer the jeep to Captain Schubert, send guards to escort, and send the captain to Konesburg immediately...."

"Thank you, sir!" Captain Schubert's face looked a hint of unaware smile.

Hewitt smiled likewise, "Good luck Captain."

Shortly after dawn, the Russian shelling began again. Hewitt was sitting in front of the command table looking at the military map, thinking about the combat plan against the Russians. The guards came in and reported: "Sir, a corporal asked to see you..."

"Are you wrong?" Hewitt looked at the guards unhappily.

"He said he had very important information... so I hope you can meet him." The guard continued unmoved.

Hewitt sneered, thinking to himself, "You believe this kind of thing, too." He said helplessly: "Okay, let him in!"

The one who came in was a corporal of the National Wehrmacht in his twenties: "Fischer, the 3rd Armored Company, temporary assembly of the 12th Supplementary Battalion of the Zemland Army, reported to you, sir."

"What's the matter?" Hewitt asked indifferently, suppressing his anger.

"Sir, I am the machine gunner who was incorporated into your reserve team. I was originally a tank driver. Of course, my tank no longer exists. Today......"

"Let's tell me a long story!" Hewitt interrupted him impatiently.

"I, I just found a body at the intersection of the street, which was killed by Russian artillery fire. Because of curiosity, I checked his ID. He is the driver of your leopard command tank..."

Hewitt's heart aches. He didn't expect that such an excellent driver as Corporal Ziegler would be killed worthlessly.

Feeling that Hewitt's face was ugly, Corporal Fisher hurriedly explained, "It's heavy... Of course, it's not this important, but this..."

He put a briefcase on Hewitt's podium. Hewitt opened it and saw that it was full of Russian combat maps and documents, but unfortunately they were all in Russian. But one of the notes was in German. Hewitt picked it up and looked at it:

“Battle Command:

Dear Battalion Commander:

When we modified and painted the captured "SS6" tank, we found a Russian officer's body in the tank's seat. This was about a captain. We found a briefcase from him, and only the one you saw, and I believe there is something you are interested in. So I asked your driver to deliver it to you immediately.

I wish you the best!

Your most loyal subordinate: Sergeant Heinze."

Hewitt once again picked up the Russians' combat map and looked at it carefully. One of them was obviously Robbinstel's city map, marked with the number of the Russian army and the offensive line. On the map, he drew a circle on the bridge with colored pencils. As expected, the Russians were also very concerned about this important bridge across the river on the strategic road to Konesburg.

The total length of the bridge is 505 meters, with four lanes in both directions and reinforced concrete structure. If the German army blew up the bridge, it would be quite difficult to build a floating bridge because the river surface was wide and the water flow was in a hurry. The Russian army would be delayed here for three to five days. I just don’t know how the Russians would seize the bridge.

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Hewitt frowned and pondered, Corporal Fisher obviously felt that Hewitt had ignored his existence: "Uh... Sir... I think I might be able to help you..."

"Oh... Corporal, do you know Russian?" Hewitt was delighted.

"No, sir. I can't speak Russian! But I know who can speak Russian...."

"who?"

"Miss Nora, who came to the battlefield hospital where the German barracks reinforcements, could speak Russian. And she was very beautiful!" Corporal Fisher smiled reservedly.

"How do you know she can speak Russian?" Hewitt also smiled.
To be continued...