Barrage

The gunfire finally eased a little.

Alex shakes off the dirt splashed unto him, and Oh God be praised! I'm not dead!

"Contacting Asuka", leaning against the walls of the trench in position G, Alex opened the contact between Asuka: "Asuka, heck, I am trapped here, where do I have to retreat?"

"A British force has been circling from behind, they have a howitzer corps. The survival rate from the original position is less than 10%."

"Damn, I have visuals of the British in front. Can you direct me to another defensive front?"

"Negative, the British are in all directions. In the Somme, the British and French forces have invested in around fifty divisions unless you have the ability to defeat so many troops."

Alex now wants to do is to rush to Asuka, and then smash that damn computer.

"Analysis…" Fortunately, Asuka's words gave Alex a glimmer of hope: "You may be able to try your luck in the east. That is the British army's Prince Soberk camp. If you can pass there, maybe you can go beyond the Ash position…But of course, if you are captured, don't worry, the days of the British prison camp are quite comfortable, and you can come back when the war is over."

Prince Soberk's Camp? Do you want me to deal with a battalion alone? Is Asuka crazy or am I crazy? But at this time, Alex has no other way.

Waiting for death here or Rushing to death, well.... rushing to death is better than waiting here for death like sitting ducks!

"Listen Asuka, I need you to organize the tank support!"

"Order Accepted, confirming 'Operator', the tanks are ready. 'Operator', deployment of tank support: ETA - 5 minutes, I repeat ETA - 5 minutes, and the tanks will reach the battlefield in 5 minutes! upon order"

"Equip the tank to provide me with a Sub Machine Gun again, and I need ammunition, lots of ammunition."

"'Operator' command accepted, Equiping tanks with Bergman MP18Sub Machine Gun, full ammunitions supplied."

"Right, is there any way for me to contact the German High Command?"

"There is no such possibility. The radio technology of this era is limited, the radio transceivers of World War I were large and cumbersome, and the failure rate was very high. Except for the large ships on the sea, the mobile radio transceiver system of the land-based military is not yet popularized ..."

"How does the German or British army stay connected?"

"The Germans used the Army Field Call."

Alex squinted his eyes: "Listen,Asuka, no matter what method you use, you have to find a way to connect me with the High Command. I don't care whether if it is a Division Headquarters or a Hidden headquarters!" Otherwise I will die here, don't even think about going back!"

Asuka is silent: "Maybe I can try and connect the radio to the communication device of the High command. 'Operator', this is beyond my scope of authority, maybe it will have a big impact on time and space…"

"I don't give a heck about that now, I have to live! Listen, you must send the radio along with the Tank!" Alex snorted and cut off the connection with Asuka.

One person to deal with a battalion? How do you fight this? Unless I become superman…

Wait, one person? No, there is another person! There must be someone else! Halal Farmer? Where is Halal Farmer, is he dead?

At this time, a lump of soil in front of him moved, and then a bald head was drilled out – Halal Farmer! (AN: Imagining it made me giggle a bit )

God, this guy is still not dead!

Quickly rushed to pull Halal Farmer out, and it may not be seen at first glance, but this guy is a tough nut to crack, and with that kind of intense bombardment yet he was unscathed.

"The shells are so good." Halal Farmer patted the soil on his body. It was quite a silly yet arrogant tone. It was calm yet it is not. In short, it was like nothing. He just said "He almost thought he was dead."

There was always a feeling of reassurance around him. Alex couldn't help but smile and called him a nickname: "Beansprout, everyone has been withdrawn, only two of us left." (AN: Why Beansprout? Because he literally popped out of the soil)

"Two is two." Halal Farmer is obviously not very comfortable with the nickname "Beansprout".

"Brother,its just me and you now, let's rush out." Alex pointed to the east: "I don't see any hostiles. Now the German fire has temporarily blown British back. Let's figure a way out."

Halal Farmer picked up the Mauser rifle. After checking it, there were three bullets left: "Lieutenant, how did you learn our local words?"

"Ah, I have an African teacher." Alex's words pervaded and then took Halal Farmer out of the position.

The frontlines is lies an unknowable future, but that is the only hope for Alex Dickintton and Halal Farmer.

With the artillery barrage of the German Artillery, the British army was blown up, and they left the land with bodies scattered. They had no courage to carry out another charge. This also gave Alex a lot of opportunities.

"You are so smart, Lieutenant." Following Alex, Halal Farmer was a heartfelt admiration: "After I got to France, I couldn't even understand a word of those people, and yet you learned more than just one sentence, did your teacher also teach you this?"

"Yes" briefly replied Alex. Well he really can't say it was provided by an Advanced military base, can he?

A new round of artillery attacks by the Germans began again. This suddenly increases the danger, and God knows the shells have no eyes and maybe explode around them.

However, the artillery fire also successfully hid the actions of two people. At least British didn't dare to attack at this time.

Gradually getting out of here, the gunfire has become farther, but Alex knows that a new danger is coming.

After a little rest on a crater, Halal Farmer had only three bullets left in his gun. He wanted to find some weapons he could use, but unfortunately he could not anything other than junk.

"These foreign devils are really stingy." Halal Farmer snorted: "No bullets available."

Alex watched the movement in front of him vigilantly and asked in a whisper: "Beansprout, who else do you have at home?"

"I am an orphan, but I still have a younger sister." Halal Farmer replied stiffly in the crater: "Thinking about it, I will wait until the fight is over, and if I make enough money, I will go back and never come to this place again. The place of the foreign devil."

"I want to go home too." Alex sighed.

"Lieutenant, isn't your home here?"

"My family is not here, not here…" Alex smiled and said, "Beansprout, the force of an enemy battalion. Remember, listen to each and every single order I give. Wait until we break through, I will ask the superior to give you an Iron Cross Medal, and then you will be able to go home."

"Don't want that medal, you exchange it for me."

Alex smiled: "Well, i'll exchange it for you, Beansprout, let's go out together!"