Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 49: The Butt is Glorious

It was the first time that Pierre saw someone die at such close range.

The person who was alive just a few seconds ago was now losing air like a balloon. In the dim light, he couldn't even see the other person's face. He only knew that there was something - probably pink and white stuff - splashing everywhere, and the rest was flowing out from the lower gap.

He didn't even remember the soldier's face.

All we know is that he was from the 3rd Infantry Regiment.

Pierre stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to break off the half of the iron plate with his name engraved on it from the soldier's neck, but he felt a pain as he stretched out his hand.

He retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and looked for a long time with the dim light from the collar badge before he found that the dog tag had been pierced and cut his skin.

But his blood was mixed with the soldiers' blood, and he couldn't even find the broken part.

Then, a bright light came from above.

The planks were removed.

Pierre knew neither what to say nor what to do.

He held up his blood-stained hand in a daze, while the other dislocated hand held a pistol firmly - he could not reach that hand, let alone take the pistol.

Therefore, he had no choice but to raise his head, with a hand still dripping with blood, to block the glaring sunlight, and sit slumped in the tunnel, looking at the imperial soldiers who were neatly dressed but looked a little dirty due to the light drizzle and a little dirt.

"Fallan, tell me your unit number, rank and name!"

Ryan switched to Imperial English because he saw Pierre's Farlan uniform with gold thread, black belt and border decorations: "Are you from the First Army or other units?"

As he said this, he shook the Gw98 in his hand vigorously. The butt of the gun hit his shoulder twice. The metal parts on the sling ring and the gun body made a special sound, which immediately brought back Pierre's still wandering consciousness.

Only then did Pierre finally adapt to the daylight. The pupils in his silver-gray eyes shrank as small as needles. He looked at the imperial soldier who was pointing his rifle at him and found that he had a golden captain's collar badge on his collar.

The angular face was blocked by the sunlight and could not be seen clearly, but the cold eyes and the tone that brooked no discussion clearly explained Pierre's current situation.

He was the only Faerlan who survived the entire battlefield.

Everyone else had died in the past night.

A full 10,000-man force, consisting of three infantry regiments, was wiped out in this way.

Now there was nothing to say. Pierre's anger towards Colonel Patrick disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by confusion about the fact that he was still alive.

"Pierre de Blois, Acting Lieutenant-Colonel."

He answered unconsciously.

"You heard me, Warrant Officer."

Ryan immediately looked at Perris and found that she was stuffing the small bead, which was bigger than an egg, back into her chest.

He called out again, "Warrant Officer!"

"Ah! Yes!"

The girl immediately stood up straight and took out a notebook not much bigger than a palm from the small bag behind her waist. She wrote down Pierre's full name and military rank on it.

Then she asked, "The adjutant of the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment of the First Army?"

"how do you know?"

Now it was Ryan's turn to be confused.

Then Perris said, "The Air Force used the submarine warfare plan textbook written by his brother." "Huh?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, then took another look at the lieutenant colonel named Pierre.

thought.

Damn it, why is he someone who is not easy to deal with?
But he couldn't say this, so he asked the soldiers around him to immediately drag the lieutenant colonel named Pierre out of the communication trench.

As for the soldier who was so unlucky that he was killed by a threatening shot while lying in the dirt...

Ryan ignored it.

He doesn't have the time in the United States.

The most important thing now is to quickly send this hot potato to the division headquarters behind, and then let his own people move the troops stationed on the reverse slope towards the top of the mountain, or at least to a place where they can see Balfour.

Then, the people from the 17th Army who were supposed to be stationed in the front-line trenches would send a few battalions up the mountain and rotate the people from the 2nd and 4th Battalions back.

After a night of fighting, they hadn't brought any supplies like food and cigarettes, which meant they couldn't hold out for long in the conditions on the top of the mountain, especially since it was raining.

Without hesitation, he immediately called the platoon leader of the third platoon, the boy from the noble family: "Sergeant Fernando!"

"Here! Captain!"

The young noble boy stood in front of Ryan with an excited look on his face, which made Ryan begin to regret that he had tasted the sweet wine of victory in his first battle.

Helplessly, he said calmly, "You and the warrant officer, go deliver this chicken to the division headquarters for me. Then tell the people from the 17th Army to send three battalions to the 2nd Battalion's current garrison location in two hours!"

Then Fernand showed the stupidity of a new soldier. He asked Pierre directly in front of him: "Are we going to expand the trenches on the mountain, Captain Flig?"

His words immediately caught Pierre's attention. Ryan even raised his hand to slap the idiot, but he held back because of the word "Feng" in the boy's name.

Then Ryan kicked Fernand's butt with his muddy military boots, making him roll on the ground several times.
"Get out!" he cursed.

On the side, the deputy platoon leader of the third platoon, the old sergeant, watched the whole process of Ryan kicking Fernand's butt with a smile, and waited until Perris took Pierre and Fernand away from the battlefield before he came to Ryan's side.

"You can actually give him a few slaps." The old sergeant narrowed his eyes and laughed while speaking.

"What?"

Ryan glanced at him unhappily, but still showed him enough respect.

No one would mess with an old NCO with 12 years of service unless he had also served for years.

The old sergeant said, "Because Sergeant Fernand is an old aristocrat. Five or six generations of his ancestors started out as privates and have been fighting since they were young."

"Is there such a thing?" Ryando glanced at Fernando's pants covered in mud.

The old sergeant added, "Besides, if he could get a slap from you, his family might be happy."

As he spoke, he pulled two wrinkled cigarettes he had rolled from his pocket and offered one to Ryan, muttering, "Everyone in the 17th Army knows you gave up the opportunity to be a noble in order to advance. To the Fernand family, you are not only a war hero, but also a loyal subject of the Empire. You will at least become the commander-in-chief of the army group in the future."

"If you slap him, his parents and grandparents will have to drag him over to show everyone the slapped half of his face. It's so glorious!"

“But now it’s not so good.”

The old sergeant lit a cigarette for Ryan: "Because now his family can only kick his ass when they take him to see people."

(End of this chapter)