"There are sixty stretcher cases left in the houses," he told the general, who was busy working out plans for the counter-attack."Wait a moment," Stiller told him, and turned to Kreisel. "How high were your casualties?""About a hundred. Half of them are at Rozhanovce.""Dead?""I hope so, sir."Stiller looked at him for a moment, and then understood. "How do things look with you?" he asked Wieland."Appalling, sir. Not counting the battalion the division took away from me, I had three hundred men on my strength. I've got a hundred here, two hundred are missing.""Perhaps some are stragglers.""Possibly," said Wieland.Stiller took out his fountain pen. "Let's see what we've got altogether." He considered the numbers given him, then said: "Right, we'll attack as soon as Herr Wieland engages with the Russians.""Then the Russians will slash me to pieces," cried Wieland indignantly.
