Ivan's speculation is not completely unreasonable, but Maximi won't even hit him with a black gun, but it is entirely possible to sue him for a black lawsuit. In fact, the man has already started to collect Ivan's black materials.

But what was unexpected was that Maximilian's black material did not come in handy because he didn't have that opportunity.

After turning around, the fierce battle continued. According to the decision of the superiors, Ivan's battalion not only had to hold on to its position, but also had to find ways to counterattack, preferably regaining the position lost by the 217th Infantry Division.

This task is not easy. Although the German offensive momentum is no longer as fierce as the day before, the German defensive resilience is quite tough. The two sides fought repeatedly around each foxglove and every trench.

Take the company where Ivan is located as an example. In one morning, not only did he repel the German counterattack three times, but he also launched four offensive operations. The intensity of this battle made Maximilian and Viachek, who had not eaten for a day, sway their legs straight away.

But they couldn't complain, after all, they did not make any contribution. It can be said that watching the play on the side was in a hindrance. But what's more funny is that Maximilian believed that Ivan deliberately excluded him and deprived him of the power to lead the company. He wrote another note in his heart, and it seemed that he was preparing to settle the accounts after the autumn.

At this moment, an unexpected situation occurred on the battlefield. In the fierce battle, another brother company was suddenly attacked by a large German army, and its position was in danger. According to the order of the battalion headquarters, Ivan needed to lead a platoon to support.

"The situation in the first company is urgent and we need our reinforcements urgently. Brothers from the third row come with me, and the first row and the second row continue to hold their positions!"

Ivan left with three platoons of wind and wind. In his opinion, two infantry platoons and one fire platoon were left on his position, which was enough to deal with the German counterattack. However, Ivan did not realize that this had made a big mistake. After he left, the command power would be handed over to the political commissar according to the regulations, which was the useless Maximilian.

This guy had no combat experience at all, so letting him command the battle was equivalent to sending all the brothers of the company into the tiger's mouth. No one realized this mistake at that time, and Maximilian also happily welcomed his first performance.

This idiot was confident that it was finally time for him to exert his strength and thought he could shine. So after Ivan left, he immediately issued the first order in the solid fortifications: "Comrades, I will now take over Comrade Ivan to command the battle. From now on, all commanders and fighters must obey all my orders unconditionally, and any violation or disobey my orders will be regarded as a counter-revolutionary traitor!"

Seeing Maximilian giving orders with great enthusiasm, I don’t know why an unknown premonition flashed through the armored train. But what the armored train did not expect was that this premonition would be fulfilled so quickly.

Shortly after Ivan left, his superiors issued a new order, requiring Maximi to lead the remaining troops of the company to detour and attack the enemy from the side, preferably to occupy the enemy's position in one fell swoop.

Maximilian was enthusiastically studying tactics on the map. He used a pencil to click the dots and pointed it out to the country. Soon after, he put away the map with satisfaction and ordered: "The whole company will move with me, and move quickly!"

The company quickly began to move. More than a hundred soldiers moved forward carefully according to the instructions of Maximilian. It was very good at first, and the troops advanced in the right direction, but soon after entering a small woods, Maximilian's sense of direction completely disappeared. The guy fiddled at the map and the compass, but he could not figure out his position.

The armored train saw this guy sweating down. He was panicking and fiddling with the compass in a panic, and then muttered to the map: "It's here, yes, why is it wrong?"

Time is tight, and if Maximilian cannot lead the troops to the offensive position within the scheduled time, the side attack is likely to fail. But this guy is already in a neurotic state at this time. He either fiddled with the compass helplessly, or turned the map upside down. Anyway, even a fool can see that this guy must be lost.

Then we have to ask. Is this road very complicated and difficult to walk? Hey, the straight line distance is not more than two kilometers. As long as you are not a natural road deaf, you can reach your destination by walking straight forward.

The problem is that Maximilian is just a road ignorant, and he is so stupid that he is just a small wood as big as a palm, which makes him unable to figure out the direction, so he can only stand there stupidly in a daze.

In fact, Maximilian doesn't need to be stunned at all. If he is a little smart, he will just find an officer or soldier with strong ability to recognize maps and solve the problem. For example, an armored train, if he doesn't need a map, he knows where to go.

So why didn’t Maximilian ask for help from those who truly understand the industry? The reason is also very simple. This guy is afraid of losing face and being ridiculed again, so he gritted his teeth and held on. The result of the task is stuck.

After waiting for another five minutes, the armored train could not help but reminded: "Comrade Political Commissar, we can just go directly to the southwest!"

It is said that the armored train has good intentions, but Maximilian doesn't think so. He thinks it is the armored train mocking him and challenging him. He suddenly got up again and roared: "Shut up! Are you a political commissar or I a political commissar? Follow the command of all actions. Don't you understand? Now listen to my orders and go in this direction!"

Maximilian gritted her teeth and chose another direction, and took the lead in walking forward without saying a word, directly treating the reminder of the armored train as a wind in his ears.

So is Maximi's company going right? Humph, how could it be right! This cargo led the entire company to the wrong road. The armored train was anxious and reminded again: "Comrade Political Commissar, this direction is wrong. If you go in this direction, we will crash into the German crossfire power!"

But Maximilian couldn't listen at all and roared: "Shut up, I am the political commissar, and now I'm the battle. I said, go in this direction!"

The armored train and the other two platoon leaders looked at each other, and they really had no way to deal with this illegitimate roadblock. Especially this person had made up his mind to prepare to go all the way to the dark. What should I do?

Just when the armored train was about to issue a warning for the last time, another platoon leader grabbed him, and then said to Maximilian with a smile: "Comrade Political Commissar. Do you think you should line up a reconnaissance squad to go ahead and explore the road, if..."

"Nothing in case!" Maximilian once again rudely interrupted others' kind reminder and said maniacly: "Execute my order immediately, otherwise, I can only think that you are afraid of the enemy!"

It was said that, but there was no way out. In desperation, the armored trains could only lead the soldiers to walk forward carefully. The political commissar who insisted on going in the wrong direction unknowingly hid at the end of the team, and even said, "It's the finale of my palace!"

"What should I do? This idiot wants us to die!" a platoon leader said in a low voice.

"The company commander left the wrong time!" another platoon leader also complained.

Only the armored train still has an ice face that has not changed for thousands of years. However, although his face is not good-looking, he can come up with a solution: "Let's go around in front and turn to the right direction. Anyway, that guy is a road tycoon and can't tell!"

This is indeed a good idea. It is stressless to bully Maximilian, a road deaf. Unconsciously, the armored train brought the team back to the right direction. Although it took a little more time, it was better than falling head-on into the enemy's fire net.

However, a funny scene appeared again. When the team miraculously arrived at the scheduled position, the Lu Daisy suddenly woke up, raised his chin high, and looked like the world's number one. He deliberately ran to the armored train to show off: "How is it? Who said just now that I led the wrong way? Facts are better than words!"

But this stupid show of appearance seemed increasingly stupid to the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the company. The person who couldn't hold it in his arms suddenly burst into laughter: "The way you led, the smart political commissar, have you not noticed that we changed direction halfway and followed the direction you guided? At this time, we had already crashed into the arms of the Germans. You are so stupid and have the face to swear here, whim!"

The sarcasm spread all over the place. Almost all the soldiers were calling for this stupidity, and the guy's face turned pale. His pair of triangular eyes stared at the armored train, as if he was about to pounce on him and tear him apart.

"Prepare for the fight!"

Fortunately, the battalion commander quickly issued a new order, and Lu Chi could only command the battle reluctantly: "The first and second platoons attacked from the front, and the fire platoon was responsible for cover. We attacked the enemy's positions in dense formations and tried to take them down in one breath!"

The armored train quickly raised his hand. As the platoon leader, he had to be responsible for the soldiers: "Comrade Political Commissar, there is a three hundred meters open area in front of us. We attacked in dense formations and were easily killed by the enemy. I think..."

Maximilian was immediately angry and pointed to the nose of the armored train and cursed: "What do you think is not important. What is important is to execute my order. I said that if I attack in a dense formation, I must attack in a dense formation. This is an order, and there is no condition to say!"

Under the order of Maximilian, the first and second rows unwillingly launched a intensive formation. When they passed the last shelter and appeared in the open area, almost every officer and soldier felt that he was dead this time!

The first 100 meters after entering the open area were safe, which made Maximilian very proud. At the end of the team, he said to Viachek proudly: "I saw it, the enemy did not respond at all. This fully demonstrates the correctness of my order. When fighting, it is a courageous person. What can those who are timid in their heads and timid in their heads and tails do..."

Just as he said this, a few wisps of smoke came out of the German positions, and then the sharp friction between the shells and the air made people's eardrums hurt. A few seconds later, the rumbling shells resounded through the sky. Mortar shells fell in the middle of the first and second rows in the dense charges like rain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Maximilian, who was still in the mood to brag just now, was stunned. In front of him, a soldier was blown into pieces by a shell falling from the sky, and his flesh and brains splashed all over him, which was shocked by the coward.

Immediately afterwards, the unique shooting sound of mg34 also sounded rhythmically, and the bullet rains harvested the lives of the Red Army soldiers in rows. At this time, the first and second rows inevitably fell into chaos and panic.

"Comrade Political Commissar, your order!"

"Quickly issue an order, Comrade Political Commissar!"

One by one, the officers kept yelling in Maximilian's ears. They asked the incompetent political commissar to find a way to find a way to continue moving forward or retreat quickly. Anyway, they just couldn't stay in place and be beaten passively!

But at this time, Maximi's mind was blank, and he was completely stunned. Not to mention giving orders to make decisions, I'm afraid there will be no function of speaking.

The chaos continued, and the German army was extremely efficient in harvesting the lives of Red Army soldiers. Some people were constantly shot and some people were sacrificed. In just three minutes, more than 30 people were killed and injured.

Maximilian was still sitting on the ground in a daze, without any intention of cheering up. At this moment, the armored train was really unbearable. The last time his mistake caused the entire company's brother to be sacrificed. Today, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities, causing the troops to fall into danger. He really could not tolerate this tragedy that happened again and again in front of him. At the most critical moment, he stood up: "Retreat, retreat immediately!"

"But the political commissar did not issue an order?" the platoon leader asked hesitantly.

"We are all dead when he gives the order!" The armored train roared, and then decisively ordered its second row to start retreating first.

With the order, the soldiers finally returned to normal. They began to gradually cover and retreat alternately. Of course, not all people could withdraw from the vicinity. Some were dead, and some were missing.

"Where is the political commissar?" After arriving in a safe area, the armored train asked.

But no one could answer his question. The retreat was in chaos just now, and everyone was too busy to take care of themselves. Who has the time to take care of Maximilian? Besides, everyone hated this bastard to death. If it weren't for his blind command, how could such heavy casualties have been caused? Everyone would have hoped that he would die.

But Maximilian was not dead. He was scared into a pool of mud on the battlefield and miraculously saved his life. After dark, when the cold wind wailed him, he realized that he was having fun.

There was no living person around him except the corpse. His loyal young follower, Viachek, disappeared. He immediately panicked. He looked left and right carefully, hoping that someone could come to pull him.

Of course, this was impossible. After staying in place for an hour, Maximilian, who was so cold that she couldn't bear it, had to start moving carefully. He chose the direction he came and slowly crawled forward.

I don't know how long it took to climb. Anyway, when Maximilian felt that her whole body was completely wet and was numb from the cold, he vaguely saw the trench. At that time, he had only one thought in his mind: "I finally escaped!"

At that time, Maximilian was filled with tears. After extreme joy, his heart was soon filled with anger. He vowed to take revenge on the guys who abandoned him and ran away alone, report them, shoot them, and definitely not keep one!

Maximilian, full of revenge, did not notice that there was another problem with his sense of direction. He did not flee back to his position, but crashed into the German position. Just as he was about to shout for revenge, his cold muzzle pointed at his head, followed by a German sentence: "Don't move, raise your hand!"

When Maximilian was pulled from the snow by several German soldiers, the political commissar's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He knew very well how the German army treated the political commissar. According to Hitler's instructions, all political commissars were shot!

At that time, Maximi was sweating all over and almost got so scared that she was so scared that she was dicked. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and claimed that he was a platoon leader, so he was not shot directly.

Soon, the cold, tired and hungry Maximilian was taken to the prisoner-of-war camp, which was an extremely simple place. There were neither houses nor tents to avoid the cold, nor any food or medicine supply. Even a considerable number of the Red Army prisoners of war were stolen by the Germans, and they could only be hugged together to keep warm.

At this time, Maximilian was a little lucky. Fortunately, his cotton jacket and coat were all wet, so he escaped. Just when he wanted to inquire about some news from other prisoners of war, a figure caught his attention.

That was Viachek. This former second-generation official and flatterer were also captured and were taken into the prisoner-of-war camp. When he saw his acquaintance, Maximilian was a little happy again. He greeted Viachek, and the latter was also surprised that he was here too.

Just as Maximilian and Viachek were about to exchange feelings, a German official began to talk to the prisoners of war. The general idea was nothing more than recruiting and persuading surrender. Anyway, as long as you are willing to surrender and cooperate with the German army, you will be rich and prosperous.

Maximilian didn't feel anything about this. Although he was captured, he did not intend to surrender truly and become a German dog. He still had his own pride. However, other people may not be sure, such as Viachek, the unconventional guy immediately raised his hand and asked, "What are the benefits of reporting and exposing him?"

Official De* immediately replied: "Adequate food, clothes that can keep warm..."
Chapter completed!