attack by two individuals

We are launching an attack on the British 19th Infantry Regiment of Wales!

An attack by just two men!

Inside the command post, there was a profound silence, and on every face was written the weight of duty, respect, and pride.

Facing an entire enemy infantry regiment, an attack by just two men—

The pride of Germany! The pride of German soldiers!

This was a mission doomed to death! But even in such circumstances, Lieutenant Ernst Blaem launched the attack without hesitation.

No one believed they would come back alive. Although the lieutenant had previously decimated a British battalion, luck might have played a significant role in that.

The telephone lines had been cut off.

Lieutenant Ernst Blaem and his companion, are they now on the path to death?

"No, General, we can't just stay here and do nothing!" Major Denshaw shouted, "Lieutenant Ernst Blaem is the pride of the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment. Please allow me to take a reinforcement battalion to rescue them!"

He was desperate, truly desperate. For any commanding officer to have such an outstanding officer as Lieutenant Ernst Blaem under their command was the luckiest thing in their life.

And to watch one's subordinates die without taking action was the greatest shame for an officer!

"Major, please watch your attitude," Colonel Röhr sternly reprimanded Major Denshaw, then whispered to General Galvitz, "General, what do you think?"

"We are powerless!" Despite feeling proud of having such brave soldiers in the Second Army Group, the general maintained the cold seriousness of a German officer.

"The time for the counterattack has already been set. We will not change it for the sake of one brave soldier, nor sacrifice the entire German victory for Ernst. Let us wish Lieutenant Ernst Blaem and his brave companion good luck."

Everyone remained silent...

"Order the reconnaissance planes to increase their flight frequency. We must find out what's happening with the Welsh regiment!" General Galvitz suddenly raised his voice.

"General, I can also do something," Elena's expression became extremely serious, "I will mobilize all my connections to report everything that happens on the front line to you as accurately as possible!"

At this moment, Elena was filled with an inexplicable concern and worry for Lieutenant Ernst. He couldn't die, and he shouldn't die.

Ah, that annoying fellow with his playful demeanor and smooth talk...

...

Lieutenant Ernst didn't die, Lieutenant Ernst is still alive! And he even took out the damn Prince of Zobruk's battalion! This news immediately set the Third Platoon on fire!

"Major, what are we waiting for? Attack, attack!"

"Major, let's wipe out the Brits and the French! We can't let the Lieutenant fight alone!"

"Major, please give the order now, we're all ready!"

Every member of the Third Platoon was shouting with fervor.

But the Major shook his head slowly.

Adolf Hitler rushed to the Major's face, his face flushed with anger, "Why, Major? The Lieutenant is in danger now, we must rescue him!"

"Sergeant Adolf Hitler!" Major Denshaw shouted loudly at this undisciplined sergeant, "Mind your rank! If you speak to an officer like that again, you'll be put in solitary confinement!"

Adolf Hitler would rather be put in solitary confinement himself than see Lieutenant Ernst venture into danger alone.

The Major's face was filled with sorrow and helplessness, "Soldiers, I can understand your eagerness, but our time for attack has not come yet. I can assure you that when the order for counterattack is given, the reinforcement battalion will lead the charge, and I will rescue Lieutenant Ernst Blaem, provided he's still alive."

The Third Platoon fell silent.

It was impossible, there was no way. In front of the lieutenant, there was an entire British battalion! The lieutenant had no chance of survival.

They were helpless. While the lieutenant embarked on what seemed like a suicidal attack against the enemy, they could only watch helplessly.

Adolf Hitler slowly approached Corporal Hall, his face reddened with anger, "Hey, Corporal."

"What's the matter, Private Adolf?" Corporal Hall asked with a serious expression.

Unexpectedly, Hitler suddenly swung a fist at Corporal Hall's face. Caught off guard, Corporal Hall stumbled back, blood flowing from his mouth.

"You bastard, you damned Jew!" Hitler shouted like a madman, "It's because of you that the lieutenant is dead, executioner! The lieutenant died by your hands!"

Anger filled his heart. If Hall had been able to assist the lieutenant in time, he would still be with them now!

No one could understand Hitler's feelings for Lieutenant Ernst. It was Ernst who had always protected Hitler, even though Hitler never expressed it, his feelings for the lieutenant were always hidden deep in his heart.

Seeing that Hitler was about to continue attacking Corporal Hall, Major Denshaw shouted loudly, "Enough! Someone, arrest Adolf Hitler, confine him to solitary confinement for a day, charged with assaulting a superior officer!"

"Forget it, Major," Corporal Hall wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I understand Private Adolf's feelings, and I sympathize deeply with the lieutenant's situation."

No, I will never accept your hypocritical apology. You selfish Jews, Hitler screamed in his heart.

A surge of anger seemed to be erupting from his heart. Hall, Steuben, they were all the same, every Jew in the world was like this!

"Adolf, calm down," Lieutenant Bonkerei gently patted Hitler's shoulder, "The lieutenant wouldn't want you to feel this way. And the lieutenant might not be dead, he's so brave."

Hitler remained silent, glaring at Corporal Hall. If given the chance, he would not hesitate to plunge his dagger into Hall's heart.

But his rank was too low. If he wanted to avenge the lieutenant, he had to become a higher-ranking officer, wielding greater power.

One day, he would achieve it...

Major Denshaw didn't notice what was going on in Hitler's mind. While not mourning for the lieutenant, he also felt lucky to have such brave soldiers.

When the counterattack began, these people would be unstoppable. The blazing anger in their hearts would surely converge into the most terrifying force.

This burning fury would completely incinerate the enemy, Major Denshaw firmly believed.

However, no matter what, at this moment, no one in the Third Platoon believed that Lieutenant Ernst would still be alive.