After communicating with Captain Sink, the third company commander, Major Glen learned that the southwest of the Messelya Ridge was the main attack direction of the Germans, and the third company was under the greatest pressure, and the trenches on the ground were almost razed to the ground by the German artillery fire.

Major Glenn put down the phone and looked at his watch. The battle had just started less than an hour before he was about to put the final reserve team in. The situation was really not optimistic.

Major Glenn then called Captain Vickers, the company commander of the battalion, pointed to the map and said, "You will immediately send two platoons to reinforce the third company's position. Their defense line is in this position. If you go to the traffic trench, you will soon..."

"Table... da da da da..." A messy gunshot came from outside the bunker. Major Glenn and everyone in the bunker stopped their bodies and looked at the door of the bunker in horror.

A figure staggered into the bunker, shouting loudly: "Report, report."

When the man ran in front of him, Major Glenn recognized him as Captain Mills.

"What's going on outside? Who's shooting?" Major Glen shouted.

"It was the Germans who were shooting, they had already attacked." Captain Mills shouted in panic.

"What? Impossible... have they already broken through the third company's position? How could it be so fast?" Major Glen shouted at a loss, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

"The Germans did not come from the third company's position, but attacked from the back slope, and our guards were fighting with them." Captain Mills shouted.

"Impossible, I'll go and see." Captain Vickers shouted in anger, then rushed towards the door of the bunker.

A few seconds later, Captain Weix's tall body retreated back to the bunker.

He couldn't help but retreat because the muzzle of a Brown-style light machine gun was pressing against his chest.

Seeing the British soldier holding a machine gun, Major Glenn and everyone in the bunker widened their eyes.

"Bang bang" two crisp gunshots. A second lieutenant who wanted to touch the gun quietly shook his body and then fell to the ground softly. Blood flowed out from the two bullet holes in his chest and abdomen. The yellowish military uniform was soon dyed a large area red.

"You..." Major Glenn stared at Captain Mills in front of him.

Captain Mills blew the smoke that had not yet dissipated from the muzzle, then raised the muzzle and pointed it at Major Glenn, who was still in shock.

"I am Lieutenant Stletcher, a German Navy DreamWorks Special Forces. I'm glad to know you, Major Glenn, and thank you for your recent care for me and my subordinates."

"You...you..." Major Glenn was shocked and angry for the next time and couldn't speak, just staring at "Captain Mills", with an angry flame spewing out of his eyes.

Lieutenant Stletcher didn't say anything, but just raised his gun and pressed Major Glen's forehead. The black muzzle immediately repelled Major Glen's anger, and all that was left was fear.

At this time, three more "British soldiers" rushed into the bunker, looked around and walked towards the radio station in the bunker.

Pushing away the radio crew next to him, a "British soldier" sat next to the radio station and started to operate skillfully. The sound of the sound quickly sounded in the depression bunker.

Lieutenant Stletcher pointed to the phone on the table and said, "Major Glenn, pick up the phone on the table and call your subordinates, you know what to say."
Chapter completed!