A telegram changed everything.
The team that was about to evacuate was ready, but the order was not issued, so they could only continue to wait.
"What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"
While people were puzzled, the gossip soon spread in the team-the Allied commander-in-chief ordered them to hold Bastogne for at least 7 days.
"Do you know what the telegram says?"
"What does it say?"
"For the common cause of the Allies! For the glory of China, I hope we can carry forward the spirit of resisting the Japanese army, fight for the honor of China, and let the world witness the bravery of China... soldiers... and also said... Whether we can hold on here will determine the direction of this war. The whole world is watching us. We will decide the future of the world. The fate of the world is in our hands!"
In an instant, Peng Shangwu was overwhelmed with blood.
The same was true for most of the others. They were all young men who volunteered to join the army with passion. Perhaps they were no longer soldiers, but their deep desire for honor had never stopped. Moreover, this battle was about the honor of the country.
The team members who had already boarded the truck looked at each other, and then silently jumped off the truck.
Soon, thousands of people gathered in front of the City Hall. Looking at the team members gathered there through the window, George frowned and said:
"Someone leaked the telegram!"
The answer is obvious. As for who it was? It could be one of our own people, or it could be Captain Hake. Now there is only one company of the US Army in Bastogne. He received the telegram, and they might have received the telegram.
It was Eisenhower who was commanding this bastard war, and this bastard knew how to incite the emotions of the team members. This is why George wanted to greet his mother.
Because his telegram was basically asking the task force to die!
And they were the kind who were determined and generous.
For a nation that had been weak for a hundred years and had fought against powerful enemies for eight years with blood and life, what they lacked the least was passion. They were willing to sacrifice and bleed for the sake of the country and the dignity of the nation.
Dignity!
Honor!
And that bastard Eisenhower knew very well what they wanted, so only a telegram and a few simple words were enough to make these best young people in China go to justice.
In many cases, young people are always so passionate. Even if they knew they were being used, they were willing to sacrifice for it, because for them, honor was more important.
And that bastard Eisenhower took advantage of the desire deep in their hearts, the simple psychology of a weak country wanting to be recognized.
"Sir, this battle is no longer a question of whether we fight or not, but... we must fight!"
Chu Yunhui seemed a little excited, and so were most of the others.
"If we withdraw, from now on, Chinese... soldiers will be a joke in the eyes of the whole world. Not only will we not be able to raise our heads, but even the country will suffer humiliation... Just like 918, the whole world will say that we... are just like the French, who only raise white flags, only flee, and only surrender."
Listening to Chu Yunhui's words, George sighed helplessly. How could he not know?
"No wonder that guy can become president in a few years..."
Eisenhower, that guy, has never been a pure soldier. That bastard is a politician!
Except for politicians, no bastard would do this.
"Yunhui, if we have to stay here..."
George sighed.
"We may all die here, and they... may also die here!"
Looking out the window, looking at the players outside the window, George's expression became more and more solemn.
He is not a rookie who is not familiar with military affairs. In fact, in the past few days, when he was investigating the terrain of Bastogne and studying the military map, the system had already taught him new skills.
[Combat Command Level 2]
It was this skill that made him realize the price he might pay if he stayed here. After all, to some extent, this city was a place without defenses.
But are they willing to retreat?
Finally, he walked out of the city hall, stood on the steps, and opened his mouth to speak.
"I think everyone already knows that the German army is now attacking the Ardennes region in a big way. This time, the German army mobilized all its forces to try to reoccupy Belgium and encircle and annihilate hundreds of thousands of Allied troops in Belgium. Bastogne is their only way. Now the Allied commander-in-chief asked us to stay here. In the next few days, we will be attacked by tens of thousands of German troops. This means..."
He swept his eyes over the team members. There was snow on their helmets and windbreakers, and the snow was still falling.
"This means that if we don't retreat, we may all die here! Everyone!"
"We are willing!"
The team members standing in the snow all looked solemn, with firm eyes and resolute tone.
"Captain George, the Westerners have looked down on us for a hundred years. Now is the time for us to use sacrifice and blood to redeem dignity and win respect, even if we sacrifice our lives, what's wrong with that?"
Looking at them, George's mood was extremely complicated. Reason told him that he should withdraw, but what's the point of him withdrawing alone? Would they die in vain here?
The only thing that made him feel a little better was that he knew the truth of the so-called Battle of Bastogne - that the 101st Airborne Division could tell stories.
If you can tell stories, you can turn an ordinary battle into an epic.
The question is how to maximize benefits while telling stories!
George certainly didn't have the determination to fight the Germans to death, but he had a great desire to squeeze a little benefit from the Americans by fighting the Germans.