I asked you to escape, but you became a soldier in World War II

Chapter 28 Faith Collapses in Despair
When Lin Chen dragged his tired body back to the building the next morning, he was very excited.

Because just last night, the experience value in his information panel finally exceeded 100, and he successfully upgraded from LV1 to LV2.

Of course, this also allowed him to unlock a new skill - combat skills memory implantation.

Although he had learned fighting in the army in his previous life, his fighting level was still relatively average.

Now, with the implantation of the fighting skills memory, his fighting level seemed to have opened a new door. He slowly accumulated experience points during last night's sneak attacks and hunting, and gradually integrated them with his current young body.

Even the sequelae of the serious injury he had suffered not long ago were completely recovered during this fusion process.

This amazing recovery ability surprised him.
This speed of improvement made him unable to stop.
The whole night, he was trying to find ways to test and improve his skills through actual combat. Although he was very tired, he was inexplicably excited.

He couldn't imagine what level he would reach if he could continue to improve through actual combat.
Pavlov and others had already prepared a sumptuous meal.

Today we not only have milk bread, but also ham, which was unimaginable before.

Now, with the thickening of the ice on the Volga River and the increasing supply capacity, all these things have gone from being impossible to possible.

However, when Lin Chen casually dropped a handful of bloody German soldiers' identity cards, everyone was still stunned.

In particular, he said lightly, "Some were in the train station hall, and some I forgot to pick, so I can't remember how many there were."

Pavlov was even more ecstatic. This kid was really amazing. He thought Lin Chen was going to harass them last night, but he didn't expect that he was going to play the role of the God of Death.

"Why is the milk cold? Hurry up and heat it up. We need to treat Comrade Lin like a hero. Hahahaha!"

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The building was filled with laughter, but the German soldiers at the station were in grief. According to incomplete statistics, more than 30 people were killed yesterday.

In terms of the number of casualties, it was only a small offensive, but the damage to morale was too great, especially after daybreak when everyone discovered a line of small German words written in blood on the window of the station.
"You will all die here! - Ghost"

Although officers immediately stepped forward to clean up the situation and strictly ordered everyone not to talk about the matter, the name "Ghost" was still spread privately.

These well-trained German Wehrmacht soldiers may not be afraid of the cruel war, but they cannot be confident about the unknown "ghost".

In the next few days, the "ghost" almost always came, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night.

Gradually, people were afraid to go to the toilet alone or even in groups. Some even went so far as to throw their waste out directly after using it, making the station stink.

Every time it was the turn of a soldier to go out on guard duty, he would leave a suicide note in despair, because the next morning, his throat would be slit without anyone noticing.

Jingke saw all of this and was anxious. To be honest, he was really fed up with this damn place!
But the division commander demanded that he must not retreat, because this was an order from the Supreme Command, and any unauthorized retreat would be regarded as treason!

What made Jingke even more desperate was that the supply team did not come today.

They could only use up precious military reserve rations (rationed field food packed in oil-paper bags). Jingke had a bad feeling: had the German supply lines been cut off?

There was only one possibility that could cause problems with the German supply line, and that was the worst possibility: they were really surrounded! But he couldn't go to the division headquarters to ask for the reason, because the situation here was very bad and everyone was on the verge of collapse. What if he left and a mutiny broke out here?
So he sent his messenger to the division headquarters to urge supplies and inquire about the latest battlefield developments.

When the messenger returned empty-handed, he brought back good news and bad news:

The bad news is that they are really surrounded! And it is unclear when supplies will arrive!
The good news is that the Supreme Command is mobilizing troops to organize a new offensive to rescue the army group. But all troops must hold on and wait for help!
When Jingke heard the two pieces of news, he was stunned for a long time. Could it be that what the commander said actually came true?
Considering the fighting in the past two months, he really has no hope for reinforcements. If there really were strong reinforcements, would the battle have turned out like this?

He even thought that if he were the commander-in-chief, he would order his troops to retreat without hesitation and end this hopeless battle.

"Captain, when will our reinforcements attack?"

"Yes, Captain, they will definitely be able to break through the Russians' damn encirclement, right? It would be best if they could join us and take over this city!"

Looking at the innocent-looking new soldiers, Jing Ke really couldn't bear to tell them the truth.

He could only avoid the question, "Where are you from?"

“I’m from Munich.”

“I’m from Hamburg.”

“I’m from the capital, Berlin.”

"Have you all just joined the Wehrmacht?" Jingke was from Dresden, and there didn't seem to be any of his "fellow countrymen" among these soldiers.

"Yes, Captain, we all want to make achievements on the Eastern Front and become the pride of our family when we return!"

"Haha, you're still so proud. You were so scared that you peed your pants last night!"

"Nonsense, you were so scared that you forgot to turn on the safety before you started shooting!"

Seeing them talking and laughing, Jingke's mood improved slightly.

In fact, when he first joined the National Defense Forces, he had the same dream as them, but now he has witnessed too many deaths here, and dreams are often shattered in the face of reality.

Most of the veterans from May and June have died, and I don’t know how many batches of new recruits there have been.

"Captain, where are you from? Can you tell us about the battle stories here? Before we came, the instructor in the recruit camp said that the battles here are arduous but great, and as long as you can survive them, you can become elite warriors of the empire!" One of the childish recruits asked with a blushing face.

"I'm from Dresden, and the battle here..." Jingke thought for a long time and decided not to continue.

Telling lies is not in his style, but telling the truth can easily bring himself unnecessary trouble.

But he really wanted to slap that instructor who was full of nonsense. The battles here were not great at all! Every day was death and fear. And "those who could survive were the elites of the empire"?
Those so-called "elites" were now lying in a mess on the damp and cold ground outside, becoming cold corpses that had no time to be taken care of.

(End of this chapter)