Chapter 19: Captain America and Counter Attack (1)
Temporary encampment at the front lines, command tent.
“In the battle last night, we lost 987 American soldiers. The Germans suffered more casualties than we did. The number count is nearly 2,000.”
After listening to the reports, Colonel Marcos frowned deeply.
Nearly 3,000 soldiers dead, didn’t matter which sides they were on, and countless more wounded. He could imagine the tragedy of last night.
“The Germans advanced like crazy madmen last night wanting to occupy this area. I’m sure they have use for this place as their strategic zone. They’d use it to go straight through the hinterland of European territory. Though they’ve just withdrawn temporarily, they won’t give up so easily and will soon make a comeback after recuperation. Correspondent, how many troops can come to the rear of our army for reinforcements?” Colonel Marcos frowned.
“The manpower and military resources in the rest of the front lines are very tight,” The communications soldier replied. “There are only three companies with 300 soldiers who’ve come to help us with reinforcements. One of the platoons are units made up of recently graduated recruits temporarily formed from the training base.”
“Recruits?” Colonel Marcos suddenly roared upon hearing this. “What need would I have for the use of recruits? This is the front lines, not a correctional facility!”
Moments after, a message from a soldier came from outside the tent. “Reporting! A soldier named Kyle came and said he had something important to inform the Colonel!”
“Kyle?” Colonel Marcos froze, wondering if he could remember any soldier the name Kyle in the camp. He also wondered whether to let Kyle in for a moment.
Amid his thoughts, Kyle entered the tent.
Colonel Marcos froze at spot and blurted out, “Aren’t you the recruit who came to report to me last night?”
“Yes, Colonel Marcos!” Kyle nodded. The Colonel ordered him to go straight to the front lines soon as he arrived at this place.
“What are you doing here?” Colonel Marcos asked in a cold voice. Kyle had not even cleaned himself, his combat uniform covered with dirt and the smell of dry blood.
“I have a very valuable intel from a team of German elites from last night. I thought this intel would be a great help to the campaign, so I came to see the Colonel directly after the battle.” Kyle replied while taking out two sheepskin maps in his pocket.
“German elites? Intel?” Colonel Marcos was surprised. He immediately snatched the map and verbally asked, “How did you get a hold of this?”
“They were killed and I found this in their bodies.” Kyle shrugged and briefly recounted his encounter with the German elites on the way to the front lines.
“You killed the elite enemies lurking in the rear of our main army/’ Colonel Marcos questioned surprisingly, and then, with palpitating hands, he spread out the sheepskin rolls and found that it was a map written in German codes.
“It’s a German intelligence code,” Colonel Marcos said, his eyes wide open. With surprise and joy, he shouted: “They should have gathered all the information about the war zone! The communications squad, go to the rear immediately and ask a professional able to crack the code to come here quickly!”
“No need.” Kyle waved his hand gently.
Colonel Marcos and the communications squad looked at Kyle dubiously.
There was a smile on Kyle’s tired face. “I happened to have learned German code from professionals at the training base.”
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Three days later.
It has been three days since Kyle was sent to the front lines.
Somewhere in underground lab…
Boom! Boom! Boom!