September 7th, 30 kilometers from the Vistula River, above the frontline.
Wang Zhong held the wireless phone receiver, shouting loudly the number seen on the external display: "1st Battalion of the 229th Regiment, please respond. 1st Battalion of the 229th Regiment, please respond."
"This is the 1st Battalion, please proceed."
Wang Zhong: "What is your situation?"
The bird's-eye view radius was only so limited, and the Pe-3 flew so fast that he hardly had time to see clearly, hence Wang Zhong's question.
"Our losses are manageable, over a hundred casualties, but we're almost out of ammunition; the priests are organizing people to clean the battlefield. However, the enemy also has little ammunition left; the dead enemy soldiers still have one or two magazines left on them, and those who fought only have some leftover ammunition on their guns."
