Zheng Yingqi naturally agreed to Wersh's request, after all, to help others, Jacob.

Of course, the reality is that everyone is on the same boat. It is beneficial to everyone to let Wilsh take over the command smoothly, but Zheng Yingqi has already anticipated the difficulty of the next time.

What is the current state of these paratroopers?

After two fierce battles in a row, the battle losses exceeded 70%. In addition, more than 40 wounded people were "stacked" in simple medical centers, more than 30 of whom were seriously injured because of this battle, and they only received simple treatment. They urgently needed medicine and needed better doctors to help their lives.

Do the other paratroopers who still have combat effectiveness still have the desire to continue fighting?

All the officers are gone. Can they still be, can, and still want to persist here?

Reinforcements are still far away and have lost contact with the rear. In this case, who still has the will to fight?

When Wersh was planning to act according to Zheng Yingqi's suggestion, Zheng Yingqi stopped Wersh again and asked softly:

"Wilsh, there is a very critical question now. What should we do?"

"What does it mean?" Wilsh was puzzled, or rather, he... pretended to be puzzled.

"Persist? Or evacuate. When you take over command, all the orders will be issued around what we should do."

Wersh became silent. After a long time, he asked helplessly: "Will there be reinforcements?"

Will there be reinforcements?

Zheng Yingqi didn't know, he thought, maybe, maybe, maybe... maybe... there was.

But it is hard to say when reinforcements come and when they appear. It is very likely that when reinforcements appear, they had long been occupied and controlled by the Germans. The mechanized troops of the German army would appear through the bridge where they should appear. As for them, if they persist, they would probably turn into piles of corpses or meat mud ravaged by tank tracks when reinforcements appear.

From Zheng Yingqi's perspective, he hopes to stick to it, just for the sake of systematic evaluation, but he will not interfere with Wersh's choice. All the right to choose is left to Wersh.

Wersh chose to stick with him, he would stick with him until the end, Wersh chose to evacuate, and he didn't even say anything.

And this is the responsibility of the commander.

"No one knows when reinforcements will come... Maybe when they come, we have long become German prisoners or dead bodies on the ground."

Wilsh whispered:

"But we have lost too many partners here, Jon, Orco, Visi..."

He was pronounced one name after another, some followed him since D's day, some added to him yesterday, but...

All died, many people died.

"They have left their lives here, we... can we leave? The Colonel has been saying that we cannot blow up the bridge unless it is absolutely necessary. The Colonel said that we cannot evacuate until the end... Jacob, can we, go?"

After hearing Wersh's words, Zheng Yingqi gently patted his shoulder and said, "Since you have made a decision, then... do this."

"Well, just do it like that. I will tell them what I want to stay, then stay. If you don't want to, let them escort the wounded away." Wersh made the decision and felt relieved.

Even Zheng Yingqi himself felt relieved in his heart, and he would not admit that he did not want those who had fought side by side with him to shed so much blood in vain.

...

All the paratroopers were gathered together.

In the dim world of war, sparse crowds sat in a mess without formation.

A total of 78 people were left, including the military doctors, medical soldiers and the people lying in the medical center, which were all the remaining people of this paratrooper.

And when they occupied this place, they had a size of nearly four hundred people!

The paratroopers gathered were silent. They knew that the war was very damaged. They knew that after the two fierce battles, they lost many comrades, but when everyone gathered together, they were waiting for people to join the dead town one after another, and they were silent.

Where is the person?

Where is the person?

Where are they...people?

In the dead silence, Wilsh finally spoke, saying: "The Colonel was killed, Major Roy was killed, and all the officers... I am the only one left now."

"And we, including me, now only 78 people can fight. Yes, we can blow up the bridge and leave here, because we can say unambiguously to anyone that we have shed enough blood here, and that our persistence here is worthy of anyone."

Weirsh did not follow the script of Zheng Yingqi, and did not first obtain the support of the sergeants before announcing multiple-choice questions to all paratroopers. Instead, he directly put the situation in front of everyone.

"But we are bleeding too much here," Wersh said with sadness: "The officers all died here, and our countless brothers and sisters died here, and they left like this, giving up the position they had for their death. I am not willing to give up."

"Yes, I'm not willing!"

"I want to stay here and complete this task, and not let them die here in vain! I want their death to be meaningful, not because our abandonment makes their death stupid and worthless."

Wersh's words aroused the resonance of many paratroopers. Everyone wanted to live until the end of this war, but when they looked around, looked at the empty world, looked at the missing many teams, many familiar faces, they...

I don't want to give up either.

Even though life is precious, people need to stick to something after all.

"In addition, the wounded must be transferred to the rear, so I need twenty people to transport the wounded. In an hour, I will confirm the list, hope..." Wershhuan looked at the paratroopers with complex expressions: "I hope you can grasp it well."

What to grasp?

Hope of life!

The quota for the twenty transported wounded was the "hope" left by Wersh, and it was also a solution he had thought about for a long time.

If there is an excess, a very excess happens, then...

What's the point of defending here for paratroopers who have no intention of fighting?

Zheng Yingqi understood Wersh's idea. Everyone has their own style. If it were him, of course he would not do this. This might be a difference in philosophy. If it were Zheng Yingqi himself, he would use the form of commands to ask the soldiers to lead the soldiers and prepare for the next fierce battle, because in his world, since he is a soldier, he should abide by his duties. The command is the towering mountains and the center of his worldview. Because the command needs it, he should use everything to meet this need.

But Wersh and Zheng Yingqi made completely different choices. Each of them has their own ideas. Wersh did not seek to integrate everyone's ideas. He would rather leave a group of volunteers to volunteer to stick to the end.

Zheng Yingqi lit a cigarette silently in the crowd. He hadn't smoked or drank alcohol for a long time. Looking at the slowly burning cigarette, Zheng Yingqi was thinking:

When did I start not smoking?

Oh, yes, since the recruit company, I didn’t smoke and gradually stopped drinking. Even if I drink, I just took a few sips.

Why not smoke or drink?

Because he became an accurate shooter, and later he became a part-time sniper and occasionally became an assaulter. He didn't want to make his hands shake at critical moments because of smoking and drinking.

But now, he is slowly enjoying the smell of cigarettes.

"Jacob, are you smoking?" Ryan looked at Zheng Yingqi, who was older than the old smoker. In the past few days, he had never seen Zheng Yingqi smoke. Someone threw the cigarette to Zheng Yingqi in a grand manner, and Zheng Yingqi did not smoke.

"Take a few more sips while you can get, right? Jacob?" A paratrooper answered for Zheng Yingqi indifferently.

Zheng Yingqi was stunned. It turned out that he thought so...

The young Martin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. It was not a standard paratrooper, but a German cigarette. It seemed that he took out the pockets of the Germans. In the past, who would have smoked the cigarettes taken out of the dead people's pockets? But now? When Martin took out the cigarettes, several people around him rushed up and divided up most of the cigarettes in Martin's hand, and then they all sucked the clouds and smog.

Under the fire light not far away, the group of paratroopers gathered together to suck the clouds and mists could clearly see someone constantly hunching over to find Wilsh.

But no one said anything, and even the meaning of looking down on these people is not that the only person who has experienced these two hard battles can know the hardships. The feeling that life does not belong to them, and that even their own life will be lost. They have experienced it twice. They understand the thoughts of those people. Just like them, those people have experienced these two hard battles and fierce battles. What qualifications do they have to dislike and hate others?

Zheng Yingqi suddenly said to the young Martin: "Martin, go find the second lieutenant to take a place."

But Martin shook his head, "You are all here, what's the point of leaving me?"

"You'd better go," Ali said disgustedly. "You're not even reliable to get bullets."

Martin was furious: "I was blocked by the Germans at that time and it took a few minutes to delay. It wasn't that I didn't send the machine gun bullets!"

Ali laughed, reached out and put his hand on Martin's shoulder, and cursed with a smile: "You big fool!"

Martin retorted: "You are also a fool."

"Yes, we are all fools." Ali laughed, and the people who were sucking in the air and laughed immediately. If they weren't fools, how could they sit here calmly?

...

No one knew how many people had found Wersh, but an hour later, Wersh summoned everyone, took a piece of paper and started to name the names. One by one, the soldiers were listed under his name. Some paratroopers looked ashamed, but some were stunned and surprised.

Nineteen people stood opposite the queue. Some people looked down in shame and did not dare to look at the indifferent comrades in front of them, while others looked at Wilsh in shock.

"Sir! I want to stay!" a paratrooper shouted.

Wersh stared at the shouting paratroopers and asked, "No one knows how much the way back is controlled by the Germans, no one knows what you will encounter when you evacuate with the wounded. Are you sure you will abandon the forty-three injured brothers?"

The shouting paratroopers disappeared.

Yes, evacuation is like rushing to heaven, but... who knows what you will experience on the way to heaven?

Wersh named another person: Sergeant Moses.

The sergeant left with a look of surprise. Wersh ignored Moses's surprise and ordered: "Sergeant Moses, take them back, and when he meets our people, tell them that if he does not come to support Lambler, this place will fall into the hands of the Germans."

"Why me?"

Vilsh did not answer, but patted Moses on the shoulder and said, "Go and take them back while it's dark."

The performance of these selected people has shown many problems. The remaining paratroopers looked at these comrades with complex eyes. Some of them chose to go back, while others were picked out by Wersh.

Should they say they are not lucky or are they lucky?

The paratroopers used materials to make many chariots, and recruited many births in the shelter of Ramler residents more than ten kilometers away. The livestock were responsible for pulling the chariots loading the wounded. Under the leadership of Sergeant Moses, nineteen paratroopers escorted the medical soldiers and the wounded and disappeared into the darkness.

Only the military doctor Rhodes was left as the last rescue force of this team.

When Wersh called all the sergeants to go out of the meeting, Ryan asked the military doctor curiously: "Rod, why don't you leave?"
To be continued...