Chapter 238 The German mentality

The patrol team set off, and they formed a tactical formation in a column through the forest sea in the snow. Many of them were surrounded by broken branches and bare trunks bombarded by German shells. The group remained silent, Parks walked in the middle of the team, while Sergeant Martin and Lieutenant Heiliger were at the forefront of the team.

Everyone's expression is very nervous. They are wary of possible situations around them at any time and pay attention to every place where they make abnormal noises. The more forward, the more cautious it is reflected in everyone.

In the night, the flares kept rising, and occasionally there was the sound of the shooting of the German machine guns, or the explosion of one or two shells. In such a night sky, it seemed relatively loose.

"What are they shooting?" Malachi whispered to Luz, "Did they find us?"

"No, they didn't see anything!" Luz smiled and said, "They just rely on this to be bold. To be honest, the Germans are more afraid than us. Captain Parks said it!"

"I also want to rely on this to strengthen my courage!" Malachi shrugged his shoulders, "Even so, we are short of ammunition and shells. God knows how long we will be in such a situation!"

"Don't ask me this!" Luz shook his head and said, "Why don't you ask Captain Parks?"

Of course, Malaqi would not ask Captain Parks. He stopped talking and just followed the team silently. There are also many people with all kinds of different thoughts. They are not tired of this patrol, and even look forward to it, hoping that Captain Parks can give them some changes. Instead of staying in the bunker and dying of mildew, it's better to follow Captain Parks to fight, not to mention that every time you follow Captain Parks on a mission, you can achieve an exciting victory.

The German scattering pits are not like the E Company. They are just traditional scattering pits. There is nothing special about them. Their scattering pits are not very deep, which is also because they feel that the U.S. military will never take risks to raid them. After all, in terms of the strength of both sides, the German army has a huge advantage, and they have always maintained pressure on Company E.

The German army arranged two companies on the defense line. They also maintain the advantage of E company on the defense line. Although it is difficult for them to penetrate into the defense line composed of Parks bunkers of Company E, their advantage in human hands also allowed the patrol of Company E to penetrate into their own defense line.

"Our patrol is coming back soon!" A German soldier hid in the riot pit and said to his companion, "I hate such patrols. It's endless. We can't penetrate the American defense line, and the Americans can't penetrate our defense line. Why do we still confront each other like this? I just want to go home. I haven't seen my mother for a long time. It's been almost a year since I left Germany!"

"Don't complain, Edson, I haven't been back to China for two years." The German shook his head and said, "To be honest, I'm a little doubtful now whether we will win this war. I heard that many people died on the Eastern Front. The Russians are advancing towards us. We are fighting at both ends with limited energy. If we can't stop the Americans and the British, we will have to be occupied by them!"

"Just like we occupied France? Fulcot." Edson looked at the German soldier. "That was a wonderful moment. We drank countless wines in Paris, and the women in Paris were beautiful and unrestrained. Of course, we don't have to pay. We are the occupiers." Edson raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, as if recalling the good old days.

The German army named Fulcote looked at Edson, shook his head and said depressedly, "Don't dream, Edson, we have to face the Americans now. If we can't stop them, then the next time we drink our wine in Berlin and fall asleep with our women are Americans, British and France. There are still damn bad Russians. Think about it, it's disgusting!"

Edson was silent. He knew that it was very likely. The scale of the attack on the Western Front was very large. It can be seen from their commander's expression that they were serious and showed great courage as if they were a gambler. After pressing all the bets, they looked forward to getting the most The big harvest is also worried about the panic of blood.

At this time, the occasional sound of machine gun shooting on the defense line made the two silent people a little energetic. Although the German army is moving forward now, they have been resisted in Bastogne, and they have invested too many troops to try to open this channel, but it seems to be nailed in a tree, nailed to death, and can't be pulled out. And they used this as a prominent part to besiege the American army. Even under the siege of their group, the U.S. military still did not retreat, and they still blocked the German army from advancing.

"Adelson, if we can't go back this time, remember to give this letter to my wife for me!" Folcote took out a letter from his arms, and then he opened it. He looked at it again, "Remember, it's in my pocket on the left side of my arms!" I've been out for two years. The child should be 4 years old. It's like going back to see my little angel!" Folcote's eyes seemed to be infatuated.

"Well, I hope you can help me do the same thing!" Edson smiled.

"Help you send the letter to your wife?"

"No, give my pocket watch to my wife!" Edson took out a gilded pocket watch from his arms. He raised his hand, hung it in the air and swayed, "This is what my wife gave me when she got married. She is really a beautiful girl. To be honest, if it weren't for the conscript, I might not be here. I would be with my wife!"

"That's it!" Folco nodded, and then the two of them curled up in the scattering pit, and the snowflakes began to fall one after another. Their bodies were slowly covered with snow, looking like two corpses that died in the wind and snow. They did not move and were not interesting. They don't want to move. They just immerse themselves in their memories.

The German army is happy, compared with the E company. If they want to shell, they will shell, if they want to attack, they will attack, and they also have thick military coats to help them resist the cold, and there are many food supplies that they can eat. And the U.S. military has nothing. Their shells were shot out in the first few days, and now there is no threat. They lack food and clothing, as well as medical supplies. Seeing that Christmas is coming, they will spend a Christmas in the cold and despair.

German officers all have this view. Every time they see the dead silence on the U.S. military defense line, they will maliciously guess whether the Americans are frozen to death or starve to death?

Major Trisher is such an optimistic person. He sent the two companies of the battalion to the defense line, leaving a company with the reserve team. As the battalion commander, he knew that the Americans opposite had a strong bunker that made it difficult for them to walk, but the Americans obviously did not have the ability to attack themselves. And their manpower and supplies are much worse than their own.

He can sit in the camp and have dinner with the company commanders, and then have dessert and fruit wine after dinner. His battalion headquarters is built like a permanent headquarters, which is not like a temporary surname at all. It can be used to make a fire, barbecue, and even play poker with several officers, because they never worry that the U.S. military will suddenly launch a counterattack against them.

The people of the regimental headquarters urged them to attack the U.S. military on the opposite defense line several times, but Major Trisher did not obey the order. He just kept excluding the patrol, and he did not dare to do a large-scale attack. He despised the regimental commander who gave the order, because the previous regiment's attack was also defeated by the U.S. military, and he lost almost all the heavy armor. The soldiers suffered serious losses, and it was almost impossible for him to complete this task with his own battalion.

"How are the soldiers?" Trisier sat at the table. Opposite him were three company commanders. They held a small dinner here. The ordermen served them the most delicious veal and the most delicious wine, and they were all high-end French goods. "I mean the soldiers on the defense line!" He said that he gently wiped his lips with a napkin, elegantly, as if he were a nobleman. In fact, he was just a farmer before joining the army, but after staying in the army for a long time, he always likes to imitate the same style as some big shots in order to make himself look more educated and noble.

"It's pretty good!" A captain opposite him nodded and said, "The soldiers have high morale. They dress warmly, eat enough, and have wine to keep out the cold, which is incomparable to Americans.

"Can they penetrate our defenses?" Trisher continued to ask. He liked to talk to the officers at the dinner table, more like a table meeting held by the generals.

"I promise, absolutely not!" Another officer sitting opposite replied, "We once infiltrated their defense line. They didn't have enough people, but relied on that strange bunker to defend us. Although we can't infiltrate them, they can never penetrate our defense line, and they are absolutely incapable of launching on us. Attack!"

"Very good!" Trisher nodded and smiled, "Guntlemen, our main purpose is to defend this line of defense. Now we have done it, and so have the Americans. We'd better be safe! Unless there is an order to attack the Americans. Even so, I should first consider the interests of soldiers and officers.

"But the regimental commander has already ordered to attack!" A company commander asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry about that, do you look like a war?" Trisher couldn't help shaking his head, "The defense line that can't be attacked by a regiment. Can we attack it?" He smiled, and then nodded to himself, "But we have to make a show. Tomorrow, we will be tomorrow. How about your company launching a tentative attack on the U.S. military? Captain Reddt? He sneered at the company commander who had just spoken.

"This--" The company commander named Reddett couldn't help blushing. Obviously, this was an impossible task. The U.S. military opposite was not attacked by a regiment. He stammered, "Sir - I heard that the U.S. military opposite is the one named Parks. I wonder if the strength of a company is a little less!"

"Where do you know that the opposite is the Parks?" Trisher said unhappily.

"When we exchanged fire with them on the first day, the prisoners we caught said that Parks' company was also arranged here, and the bunker was also called the Parks bunker!" Reddett's face was a little unnatural. "At least we have to send two companies. Although it's a test of attack, we can't take it lightly!"

The name Parks is already very famous in the German army. From the first battle of Arham, the German army knew Parks through prisoners, which brought shame and awe to the German army.

"Okay, okay, I'll think about it again!" Major Trisher nodded unhappily. In order to ease the atmosphere, he raised his glass and said to the three people, "Anyway..."

Before he finished his words, suddenly there was a fierce gunfire outside, and someone was shouting, "Americans, Americans have infiltrated!"

(to be continued)