"Tell me."!

"Yes. On the 18th, the equipment counts are as follows: one Model assault gun; two War Tiger assault guns; two 10mm cannons; MG62 machine guns; 48 MP60 submachine guns......"

"Heisenberg, look at this!" Zoff shouted excitedly, pointing to a naked calendar on the wall: "A fucking love calendar!"

"Ha! The Russians must have come for this!" Heisenberg turned his head with a wicked smile.

"Ah, you keep going."

"In addition, there are 20 landmines and a flamethrower, and 4 Russian submachine guns, several rifles, and one anti-tank gun."

Zov turned the next page of the calendar, and an extremely pure girl was lifting the corner of her light skirt and sticking out her big white butt to show to the Heisenbergs. "Woo-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Heisenberg turned his head and found that the young soldier who was reporting was staring at the girl on the calendar with his mouth wide open. Heisenberg coughed seriously.

"Oh-oh, ah...this is all we have, Colonel."

"Give me the order."

The soldier handed the list of his statistics to Heisenberg. Heisenberg took out a pencil from his arms and hooked it behind each statistics result, as if the teacher was correcting the student's homework.

"Where is the number of people?" Heisenberg buried his head.

"Ah, 74 people. Colonel."

“Report yesterday’s casualties.”

"8 people died, four were injured, and two were missing."

"What happened?"

"Ah...... Yesterday, Lieutenant Frenberg's reconnaissance team encountered a Russian army in the pigpen."

"Where is the lieutenant now?"

"Dead. Colonel."

"Hey-Zov, Ivans are coming soon." Heisenberg notified Zov in an exaggerated tone that this man who had been born and died for many years with Heisenberg.

Zoff didn't say anything, Heisenberg turned his head, and he was focusing on the next page of the calendar.

"Where is the ammunition? Where is the ammunition?" Heisenberg looked at the soldiers standing respectfully in front of him.

"Here, behind, sir."

Heisenberg turned the paper over and it was another long list.

"What's your name? Why haven't you seen you before?"

"Sir Hasson."

"Hason? Where did the Cicena boy who came to report yesterday go?"

"Dead, sir."

"Dead?"

"Ah, yes. Bombardment."

"That shot this morning?"

"Yes, sir. It was that shot. The shrapnel broke his head." Every morning at 6 o'clock, the Russians would shoot a shot at their positions, symbolizing the beginning of a new day. It was as punctual as a lot of clocks, and indeed played the role of an alarm clock.

Heisenberg sighed with a wry smile: "This unlucky child."

"Wait." Heisenberg pointed to a set of numbers on the list with his pen: "There are only 2,000 ammunitions in MG62? There are only 10 rounds of ammunition? What happened?"

"This is indeed all the ammunition we can collect."

"Have you asked the armored soldiers? The Model assault gun only has 10 rounds of ammunition, how can I fight this battle? The Russian tank..." Heisenberg suppressed his anger. The armored soldiers major Lutherford has their own small warehouse. Usually these guys will stock some of the Model assault gun ammunition, but they are unwilling to take it out and give it to infantry for use.

"I...I didn't ask, sir." The young soldiers seemed very embarrassed, and the arrogance of the armored soldiers was sometimes really hard to deal with: "How about...I'll ask now?"

"Okay, it's okay. I'll go there in person later."

The shortage of ammunition made Heisenberg frown habitually. Heisenberg returned the statistics list to the young soldier and took out a cigarette from his pocket with his other hand.

"Where is the number of people?" Heisenberg said.

"74 combatants and 26 wounded."

"Why are there 101.128 rifles? You'd better give Heisenberg an explanation of 1128 rifles."

"This... sir, this is what Major Bolorsky specifically told me about this number."

Major Bolorsky is undoubtedly a legend in the Brandenburg Commando unit. He has been fighting since the outbreak of the war. The old guy is a sniper with at least one second-level Iron Cross and an Iron Cross of War, and always looks like a Junker gentleman. He has two big beards for many years, making him look more like an antique - as if he has never cut it since Bismarck unified the empire. However, despite the major's years

Ji is much older than everyone else, but he is a well-deserved excellent sniper. He has killed 128 targets, which is why there are 101,128 rifles. This is the way the old guy shows off his achievements. The old guy once said that the rifle in his hand will suck every soul of the dead that it hunts and eventually become a more powerful weapon - so, as a collection of souls of the dead, this ridiculous 0128 appears.

"Old guy's trick..." Heisenberg grinned: "You did a good job, what's your name?" Heisenberg handed him a cigarette.

“Hason, sir.

You asked once just now.”

"Oh yes... Hassen," Heisenberg patted his numb head: "You're doing a good job. Today you can follow me first and be my adjutant. Be optimistic about your life

Don't die. I hope you can still live to report to me tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"! "Yes! Colonel!" Hasen was appreciated by Heisenberg and showed excitement!

Heisenberg threw the lighter to him and asked him to light a cigarette by himself. The clever child took the initiative to extend the fire and lit the cigarette from Heisenberg first. Heisenberg stood up and walked to the balcony on the second floor to look at the city. This second-floor hotel located on the corner of the intersection must have been a place of particularity before the war. Although the decorations had been torn beyond recognition by shrapnel, the remaining patterns still showed the luxury of the past.

"Child, come here. See what this is." Heisenberg pointed to the eye-catching SS mark on the neckline of the black military uniform.

"This is the SS, Hassen." Heisenberg exhaled a sip of cigarettes: "But you've been calling me by the rank of the National Defense Forces just now, do you know?"

The young man suddenly realized that the cigarette in his hand almost fell to the ground. Apparently he forgot the change of rank between the National Defense Force and the SS.

"Okay. Remember from now on: Captain of the Boredenburg Commando. This is my rank of SS. I want you to call me now-Captain."

Husson stood attentively, and the heel of his boots made a collision sound: "Yes, Colonel!" But he immediately knew that he had said wrong again: "No, no... it's Captain!"

Heisenberg took a casual sip: "Okay. Not bad.

"Zoff," Heisenberg called his comrades' name, hoping to divert his attention from the naked calendar: "Major Juncker has gained new things-128!"

However, Zoff did not respond much, and the calendar was too attractive to him.

"Captain." The young man turned to Zoff and then Heisenberg and said, "You and Captain Zoff are both winners of the Iron Cross - great! One day I hope to get one...."

"Good that I didn't..." Heisenberg took his last sip of cigarette, spit out the gray mist, and then threw away the cigarette butt in disgust - like getting rid of an annoying fly.

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing. Smoke your cigarettes quickly. I have a task for you: go and find me the little Paul who defends the church, Ruben of the museum, and the priest captain of the cemetery. Let them inform the soldiers that the Russians will attack tonight. Zov and I will set off to meet the armored soldiers and take these three people to the armored soldiers position by the bridge within half an hour. Do you understand?"

"Yes, captain." The young man immediately threw away half of the cigarette left and stood solemnly.

Heisenberg walked over, picked up the cigarette thrown on the ground, and stuffed it back into Hasen's mouth.

“No waste. Remember.”

As the young man hurriedly left, Heisenberg stopped him again: "Hason, where is your helmet?"

The young man suddenly realized something was missing on his head: "Ah——the helmet…I, Oh—God, I forgot it in the bed where I sleep."

"Okay. Go ahead." Heisenberg threw a helmet at him: "Put it on, it's yours. Cicena was forgotten here yesterday."

"Oh...yes..." Hasson hesitated for a moment and put it on his head.

The young man left.

Although it was morning, the sky outside was hazy. The steel seemed to be turning over the clouds, turbidly making the sky pure.

"Zov-Let's go, stop watching." Heisenberg walked to the man and patted his shoulder: "When we finish this battle, you can take this calendar and use it for night." Heisenberg smiled beside him: "I don't want it... I'll give it to you."

Zoff did not laugh. The man was slow! Heisenberg turned his face and found that there were faint tears in his eyes. Heisenberg asked him what was wrong, and he said that the woman on this page of the calendar reminded him of his mother.

"Let's go, Zoff, maybe your grandma is inside too." Heisenberg pushed him away from the picture, and the man rubbed his eyes with his hands and reluctantly put on his helmet. "Let's go, it's time to have a good talk with the armored soldier Lutherford."

“Yes, it’s time.”

When Heisenberg and Zoff came out of the hotel, a Russian attack plane roared past the town. Its enclave was very low, and the soldiers stationed on the corners of the street were busy using anti-aircraft guns to shoot it down, but the results were minimal.

"Zov..." Heisenberg pointed to the enemy's plane in the sky: "We have a big problem with ammunition, but Ivans are coming tonight - tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Tomorrow morning?" The man used his nose to laugh contemptuously: "Then it must be vodka that delayed their offensive tonight!"

"Haha!" The Heisenbergs smiled and walked across the street corner. The soldiers were spinning their guns to the point where the plane was coming.

"Brother... Do you know how many people we have left?"

"More than 160 - almost two hundred people... I remember someone mentioned this number a few days ago...."

"No, Zoff, we died yesterday, and there were a few more the day before yesterday. Now we have 74 people in total... If you and me are included."

"74 people?" The man narrowed his eyes and calculated in his mind: "18 times 10, uh, plus 48 times 20, and um 8 times 50... equals...." Zov is an excellent soldier, but if the combat ability is measured by the mathematical ability of a soldier, Zov may not even be able to enter the reserve: "Hey? In the end... what is the number of times ~ how many times I just said?"

"1CCC." Heisenberg smiled and patted his big shoulder: "You want to! I, our 48 Wehrmacht soldiers, 18 SS, 8 armored soldiers, can deal with 10, 20, and 50 Russian lives in total? So how much can we temporarily pieced together 74-man battle group to offset? 1CCC Ivan?"

"Ah-Heisenberg, that's what I mean!" The man raised his head proudly, and the sunlight between the dark clouds shone on his face unbiasedly: "Think about it, plus you and me, we are at least worth the lives of Russians! In terms of number of people... we are not fucking at a loss!"

The battle is probably not such a simple conversion. However, before every battle, Zoff pretends to be naive. I don’t know if he really believes this or just to comfort himself. The nightmare that is about to come to them looks less terrible. Heisenberg smiled and handed Zoff a cigarette. The enemy’s attack plane hovered over their heads again. This time, it dived down and shot out two rows of bullets, and shot into the second-story building beside them that had been baptized by the war. Screams came from the broken windows, as if something had been broken. "Hey-Dyce! Send two people to lift the wounded out and call a medic!"

Zov shouted to a soldier who was operating cannons in the corner of the street behind him. Only the recruits would hide in the air raid. The veterans knew that life and death were destined to be. You could not avoid it. They continued to walk on the devastated street. At the end of the street, there was a bridge. The river was their only hope to prevent the entire Russian army from entering.
To be continued...