Chapter 696 Battlefield Nobles

The fierce gunfire from behind seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him. Colonel Wex, who had been running all the way under the escort of the guards, felt that he was really out of breath. When his body was about to reach the limit, he waved to the adjutant beside him to indicate that he should stop for the time being.

"Take a break, take a break first, Det, those Russians can't catch up for the time being, and our main force should be coming soon."

The Soviet surprise attack came so unexpectedly that Colonel Wex, who was commanding in the advancing division headquarters, didn't even have time to sit in his luxury bucket car. He was escorted by the staff and guards of the division headquarters and ran to the north in the direction of the main force.

Colonel Wex is a typical Junker noble officer of the National Defense Army. You can find almost all the characteristics related to the Junker noble officer corps in him.

He is cold, gentlemanly, disdains to interact with people he doesn't like or even have normal conversations. He always stays calm in the face of danger on the battlefield and seems to have the overall situation in his hands.

Of course, this time is an exception.

Colonel Wex, who had been following the German Emperor since his grandfather's generation, fought east and west to expand the territory of Germany. During the First World War, he was just a young messenger. Although he did not catch up with any major frontal battlefields, he rose rapidly after Hitler came to power by relying on his family's connections from generation to generation. In addition to his own aristocratic temperament and good command art, he finally got the position of colonel and commander of the infantry division of the National Defense Army.

Colonel Wex has no major problems. He does not smoke and only drinks lightly. Unless there are special circumstances, he goes to bed on time before 11 o'clock in the evening. If conditions permit, he should drink a glass of milk before going to bed, stretch his muscles and bones for 20 minutes to stretch his joints and tendons so that they will not be knotted and aged, and get up on time before dawn the next morning.

Colonel Wex has almost everything that can be associated with aristocratic temperament, and Colonel Wex has also developed a habit of doing things that have nothing to do with aristocratic temperament.

Someone once said that if Colonel Wex had not become a soldier and came to the Russian battlefield, he would definitely be a successful banker, good at maintaining his body and proficient in mathematical calculations and financial management. Colonel Wex did not deny this. After all, when he was a child, he yearned to become a rich man with a lot of money.

But Colonel Wex, who pays attention to his physical maintenance, is not a strong soldier. To be precise, he lacks the solid physical fitness and physical fitness to charge into battle.

This point is not exposed at ordinary times. When he goes out, he only walks back and forth twice on the way to get on and off the car. Colonel Wex has always mistakenly believed that his physical fitness is not as good as those reckless men, but at least it is qualified.

But after such a desperate run today, Colonel Wex deeply realized his true physical fitness, which may not be as good as those recruits who were sent to the battlefield after 7 weeks of training.

While panting, he vowed to strengthen his exercise and improve his physical fitness after this battle.

Thinking that the Soviet troops behind him should have been stopped or repelled, the overly optimistic Colonel Wex sat down on a stone at his feet, stretched out his hand to ask the adjutant beside him for the water bottle and drank it.

"Where are we now? Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

Putting down the water bottle, he rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the hands on his watch. Colonel Wex, who looked unhappy, was obviously very dissatisfied with the slow pace of his main force.

After taking the empty water bottle from Colonel Wex, Det thought for a while. As an adjutant, he had the responsibility to report the most timely and accurate information to Colonel Wex, but in this situation, he didn't know how to answer accurately to satisfy his superiors.

"We had already contacted them by phone when we evacuated the division headquarters. Major Bormann replied that he would lead the troops to rush back as quickly as possible. They should be here soon."

Looking at the uncertain look on the face of the young adjutant beside him, Colonel Wex, whose unhappy expression became more solemn, shook the mustache on his lips that was somewhat similar to Hitler's. When he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden explosion in the distance.

Boom——

"Oh! Damn, what's that sound?"

Suddenly startled by the sudden explosion, Colonel Wex jumped up from the stone like a frightened rabbit and was a little panicked.

"North! There was an explosion from the north!"

Da Da Da --

Boom Boom --

"Sound of a firefight! There is a firefight going on in the north, sir."

Colonel Wex, who was not deaf, obviously knew that the fierce firefight was coming from the north of the station. His face, which was originally a little panicked and full of doubts, immediately froze and turned cold.

"Why is there a firefight in the north? Haven't our troops pushed the Russians to the northwest corner of the station? The front-line observation post reported that there were only a few hundred Russians and a dozen tanks left. Are these Russians planning to break out?"

While Colonel Wex was questioning his adjutant intentionally or unintentionally, the fierce firefight coming from the north of the train station was getting closer and closer, almost touching his face.

It took Colonel Wex ten seconds to determine the approximate position of the sound and he quickly came to a conclusion.

The sound was not the final encirclement and suppression of the Russians by his own troops, nor was it the explosion of gunfire when the Russians were trying to break out of the train station and were blocked by his own troops.

The fierce exchange of fire that was getting closer to him only represented one possibility: the Russians to the north of the train station were trying to attack to the south, and were getting closer and closer! They wanted to cooperate with the Russians who were counterattacking from the south of the train station and unite their forces!

"Contact Bormann! Quick! I want to know what happened! Tell him to stop the Russians coming from the north and south!"

Colonel Wex, who was blowing his beard and glaring, was like his idol, the head of state, spitting all over the place, and the young adjutant Det, who was obviously a little panicked, even stuttered when he spoke.

"The telephone and telegraph machine are in the division headquarters and were not brought out. Sir, we can't contact Major Bormann and other troops now."