The damn Allied forces on the opposite side have launched countless attacks on the battlefield in the past nineteen days. Many of the comrades who came to Sicily with Sam fell under the Allied artillery fire.
Sam¡¯s good friend when he was a child, Locke was still alive and kicking a few minutes ago, but a damn bullet came and took his life away in an instant.
Sam watched helplessly as Locke fell beside him, but there was nothing he could do. God knows when he would die so tragically.
"Hey, the sergeant major asked us to stay here for two days." Gudrun came to his side and handed a few grenades to Sam.
"Two days?" Sam responded nonchalantly: "Maybe I will be shot by the enemy with a bullet at night."
"Sam, don't be so pessimistic." Gudrun seemed to be comforting his comrades: "I heard that the Chinese have sent troops to Europe. What we have to do now is to hold on here."
Sam shrugged: "Maybe, maybe I won't be killed by the enemy's damn bullets before the Chinese arrive."
Gudrun didn¡¯t know how to comfort him. Over the past ten days, Sam had changed from a happy young man to a pessimist. This was not the real Sam.
"But the situation on the battlefield is indeed a bit pessimistic. The enemy's offensive is too fierce, and the unsatisfactory Italians are unable to give the Germans even a little substantive help.
Now all the news has been put on the Chinese, but when will the Chinese arrive on the battlefield has become a very serious problem.
"Hey, hey, the enemy is starting to attack!"
With this shout, Sam and Gudrun picked up the guns at the same time.
As usual, there was another burst of artillery fire, and then the British, Americans, and Canadians rushed up with their heads high. As usual, they were greeted by a fierce fire return from the German army.
This has become a daily occurrence.
The enemy charges, the Germans fight back, and then the enemy retreats. After a short time, the Germans will face fierce artillery fire retaliation from the Allies. Then they continue to charge and fight back, and the enemy continues to retreat. Everything is in reincarnation. There is no day. It's not a day spent like this.
Countless people died, known or unknown. Their bloody corpses were lying on this bloody battlefield.
Maybe even God can¡¯t bear to close his eyes now.
An American tank rushed over, and Sam got the order to destroy the tank immediately. Although Sam has become a pessimist, he is a loyal and steadfast follower of the F¨¹hrer, and he will still complete the orders to the letter.
Gudrun served as his cover. The machine gun roared wildly there¡§
"God bless me." Sam murmured the name of God, and then rushed forward with his two companions.
God may have heard Sam¡¯s call. He did not let his loyal believers fall under the enemy¡¯s guns, but allowed him to successfully complete the mission and blow up the enemy tank.
But Sam returned to the trench alone. One of the two companions who went up with him died, and the other became a prisoner of the enemy.
Sam sat numbly in the trench, not wanting to say anything. The scene that just happened was still clearly flashing in his mind at this moment.
At the moment when the mission was completed, his companion was hit by the enemy's machine gun, and brains mixed with blood spattered on Sam's body, just like the most terrifying hell.
Sam was glad that he did not die, but the death of his companion also brought him great shock and fear, which he may never forget in his life!
"When will this damn war end?"
This day passed reluctantly. Many people died. The air on the Allied and German fields was filled with the strong smell of blood. After smelling it, people had no appetite at all.
Sam didn¡¯t want to eat anything, and Sam rejected the cookies Gudrun handed over.
The rain is getting heavier. Even though it is already August, it still makes people feel chilly. Sam put on his raincoat, hugged his gun and huddled in the trench, motionless in a daze.
The sergeant major is here, a determined Nazi officer. From the first day of the war to the present, he has always been fighting on the front line, inspiring with full spirit.The flanks were completely exposed to the enemy's gunfire.
Italians cannot be trusted!
The sergeant major cursed and yelled angrily, but this could not change anything at all. The Germans now had to face a terrible and passive situation in which they would have to fight alone. Their only hope is that the Italians can create a miracle and successfully capture the position they should have captured long ago.
But is this possible? There is no chance of this happening.
¡°In order for the Italians to complete the tasks that they were supposed to complete on the battlefield, it would be more realistic to directly beg God to appear.
The Germans on this position are now in a very dangerous situation!