If we withdraw our troops at this time, wouldn't everything we've done be for nothing?
If we cannot eliminate the enemy forces here, how can we then attack the heavily guarded, occupied Foster Harbor?
Miner didn't understand; he just wanted to get Klein to a safe place as quickly as possible.
The shelling hasn't stopped yet, so where is safe?
Miner looked around blankly, seeing only people dying in the gunfire, and he could not find any safe place.
"Withdraw the troops..."
Klein, lying on the ground, had lost all control of his body. He couldn't even feel the pain. His half-open left eyelid was becoming increasingly difficult to lift, but at this moment he still used all his strength to let out a groan that sounded like anger and grief.
He had prepared himself mentally for what he was about to encounter before he set off, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
Was I just unlucky?
No, once you step onto the battlefield and enter the battle, there is no such thing as luck anymore; war treats every participant equally.
As Dingle said, tonight's battle did indeed have problems, but does that mean we shouldn't fight? That's impossible. Every battle comes with risks.
The early artillery bombardment already shows that the enemy has made full preparations. This is a battle they have planned to besiege a point and attack reinforcements. If the enemy wants to maximize their victory, they must kill everyone. So, in addition to the enemy troops that are attacking now, they must have deployed troops in other places.
But where did all these troops come from?
Klein had no idea what was going on; all he knew was that it was time to withdraw and they absolutely could not go any deeper into the trap.
"Withdraw the troops..."
He was still groaning, but his voice grew weaker and weaker until Miner could no longer hear it.
"Sir! Sir!"
Miner's panicked shouts gradually faded from Klein's ears, and his intense drowsiness grew stronger. Just as Klein was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his left eye and his hand shot out.
He shoved the astonished Miner, his mouth opening as all his strength vanished in an instant, his hand falling limply to his sides. Klein stared, completely still.
Miner stared at Klein's body for a few seconds before letting out a sorrowful cry.
"General Klein..."
Without allowing any more time for grief, Miner staggered to his feet and then frantically shouted into the crowd of people who were running for cover while dodging artillery shells:
"Withdraw! Withdraw!"
"This is a trap! We must withdraw our troops immediately!!"
"Boom boom boom!"
His voice, mingled with the sounds of artillery fire, was so faint it was like the rustling of insects crawling underground in winter, inaudible to anyone.
Behind the 53rd Division, in the troops led by Lieutenant General Hopkins.
"Hurry! Hurry! Speed things up!"
"Charge through this area, break into the enemy lines! Annihilate them all!!!" Lieutenant General Hopkins roared hoarsely while coughing.
Every shell fired by the enemy fueled his rage, which had reached its peak. He was determined to fight the enemy to the death tonight.
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