Claire and Calvin, Newton, Borden, and Wang Da-yu all came to the office of Mu Yang. They were here to report on the current personnel situation of each squad, as instructed by Mu Yang before he left. Now Wang Da-yu is in charge of managing the entire labor team, appointed by Mu Yang as the team leader.

  "Would anyone like a cigar?" asked Mu Yang.

  "I'll have one," said Calvin.

  "I'll have one too." Newton was also an old smoker.

  "Long cigars are high-grade goods, must have one." Claire said.

  In this regard, everyone is straightforward and Westerners' personalities are like that, they want something then they'll just take it without being reserved or pretentious.

  "How about you?"

  "I'm not used to cigars, I'll just smoke a cigarette instead." Baudoin took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.

  "What's the situation with the personnel? Tell me one by one." Mu Yang asked.

  "I'll go first," Claire said. "We lost seven men in our platoon, four wounded, one seriously injured, and the others still have combat effectiveness."

  Then the other platoons reported their own situation, how to say it, generally speaking, it's still okay. They withstood a day of fierce attack by the German army. Now there are 89 soldiers and 23 laborers left in the troops. Among them, 2 were seriously injured and 10 were lightly injured. The personnel loss was only 40 people, which is already considered not bad.

  The six people in the house fell silent for a while, and Mu Yang said: "Claire, you arrange it. Give some cigarettes and wine to the soldiers. They've been fighting all day and need to relax a bit, but don't overdo it. Leave some people on guard duty, and let the others hurry up and rest for a while. Who knows what will happen next? Will the Germans retreat or not? If they don't, we still have to fight."

  "Understood, sir," Claire replied.

  Five people left, leaving Mu Yang alone to continue smoking.

  In the face of such a war, Muyang felt that he was completely powerless. He had many skills, but what could he do? Even if Superman came to the battlefield, it wouldn't make much difference. Muyang thought that human strength is sometimes exhausted, and now even a single bullet could take his life. An individual's power, unless it's strong enough to destroy the world, otherwise, there's no such thing as invincibility.

  Being cautious and prudent is absolutely right, low-key is the king.

  That night the German army did not launch a night raid, and both sides stabilized for one night. The next day, the German army began a new round of attacks.

  The Allied forces also refused to show weakness, and the real cannons fired at each other. Mu Yang and his men hid in a cave and didn't dare to come out. When the cannon fire stopped, the soldiers crawled out and began a fierce battle for control of the position. The fighting was even more intense than yesterday, and Mu Yang was injured.

  That crooked submachine gun has been completely scrapped, Japanese things are just not good to use. To say that, I should get a German GM-42 general-purpose machine gun, that's the classic one. The Japanese crooked thing is just trash.

  "Back to the Malmer estate, building an armory, anyway World War II is over there, and with money, what kind of weapon can't be bought? Hmm, just build a bigger one, who knows when it'll come in handy. " Mu Yang muttered to himself as he put the crooked child away in space.

  He changed to the Lee-Enfield rifle and continued firing, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He turned his head to see that there was a hole in the sleeve of his uniform, with blood flowing out profusely. Maoyang rolled over and slid down into the trench.

  "It really hurts," just after being hit, he didn't feel it yet, but now a sharp pain came suddenly, and Mu Yang covered the wound with his right hand, but fresh blood still flowed down through his fingers.

  "Medic! Medic!" Muyang shouted loudly while leaning against the trench wall.

  "Commander Lian, you're injured." Fu also jumped down, took a look at Muyang's arm and hurriedly ran to call the medic.

  The wound isn't serious, it should be considered a minor injury. The bullet grazed the muscle of his arm and didn't get stuck inside, so as long as he bandages it up, he'll be fine. Mu Yang looked at the greyish-black gauze in the medic's hand and thought that if they used that to wrap him up, even if nothing was wrong with him, something would become wrong.

  Better use his own, let Ford take out his own leather bag from his own leather bag and take out the gauze dressing liquid. He directed the health soldier to bandage himself. Although the health soldier was not good at other things, he was still good at bandaging wounds. At least it was much better than Mu Yang's bandaging for that soldier with a broken leg.

  Muyang complained, "What's the point of being a sanitation worker? Being a tailor is more promising." As it turned out, Muyang was right. Later on, this guy really did become a tailor and his career developed quite well. This young man told Muyang that his name was Babaoli.

  "No harm done, sir," said Bao Bei.

  "This is good news, you go ahead and take care of it." Murong said with a wry smile.

  With one arm dangling, it was very inconvenient. Mu Yang climbed back up the slope of the trench with Ford's help.

  The Germans were still attacking, "Ford, give me a rifle bolt."

  Muyang endured the pain, using his right hand to hold the gun and press it against his own shoulder. He fired a shot, and a German soldier fell down.

  Tossing the pistol to Ford, he took up the rifle that had already been loaded and continued firing.

  Every shot hits its mark, and every shot takes a life.

  Ford's eyes widened beside him, his company commander was really fierce, holding a gun in one hand and actually managing to hit the enemy with every shot, it was too awesome, truly worthy of being his idol.

  This battle lasted a long time, with both sides showing their most tenacious side. The fighting continued until the evening hours, and in the end, the Germans were unable to break through the Allied lines.

  The Germans retreated.

  On July 18, the Allied forces launched a counterattack. Mu Yang received orders to lead his soldiers out of the trenches and gather with the main force to capture the German-occupied Marne salient, Amiens salient, and Saint-Mihiel salient.

  He's very cunning, not rushing to the front line, but leading his troops to follow behind the main force. He doesn't want to get any medals, no need to be so desperate, he thinks he has done enough for Britain already. With only 91 people left, including laborers, they are already close to the danger line. He doesn't want his soldiers to suffer more casualties, after all, the system task said it's about leading his own soldiers to survive, not leading them to fight all the way to Germany. The more soldiers he leaves behind, the higher the reward, so what he's doing shouldn't be considered cheating, right?

  Under the counterattack of the three-nation coalition forces, the German army suffered heavy losses and finally retreated back to defend the Hindenburg Line. On August 4, this battle ended with the defeat of the German army. From then on, Germany's defeat in the war was settled.

  They gathered up the bodies and gave their fallen brothers a proper sendoff, with Shaw bringing Claire, Calvin, and Newton to the burial site of the soldiers.

  From a distance, I saw that on the vast empty plain, rows of graves had already been dug out in an orderly manner. The logistics soldiers were putting the bodies of the warriors into coffins. Someone placed a cross-shaped tombstone in front of the grave and then buried it.

  Muyang took off his own hat and held it in front of his chest, silently seeing these people off.

  Suddenly, Mu Yang saw a scene that made him furious. He pointed at a group of soldiers who were burying laborers and shouted: "Bastards, what are you doing?"