Battle of the Third Reich

Deepen that section of the trench by half a meter, and this section is too shallow. I told you, I need trenches, not gutters. To dig another hidden part here, our time is running out. "Early early in the morning, when the sky was still bright, Dougan dragged his men from their bed that hadn't had time to cover their heat.

Dogen, like them, was busy directing the soldiers to rush to build fortifications last night, and had just rested before dawn. But the first light of the day just shone into his tent, and the colonel got up again with energy.

Dougan led the officers to patrol the defensive positions under his management, doing the final check before the battle. He wanted to know if there were any areas that needed to be changed or missing.

The SS colonel is now carrying a spear that he didn't know where he came from. He pointed the old weapons to the fortifications that made him dissatisfied and gave orders to his subordinates.

"There is also here and here, it must be reinforced. According to the current strength, even the mortar can collapse it. What about the wicker walls used for reinforcement? Didn't we pick up another truck last night?"

"All of them have been brought, but the number is still not enough, sir." The battalion commander Major Mori hurriedly came forward and answered that the army uniform of the major was equipped with the rank of captain of the SS second-level commando. The ss collar made of metal shone with cold light.

"The number is not enough, then you can't think of any other way?" Dogen turned and stared coldly at the armed SS major.

"Understood, sir." Murray bowed his head slightly. During this time, Colonel Dougan put his power to full play in front of these armed SS. The spotless black uniform, the two silver oak leaves on the collar, the shining medal and the prominent status, the strong and proud character, the noble military temperament and the cold expression, these are those proud storm soldiers who surrender from the bottom of their hearts The things that must be possessed, and that is the most prosperous of Dougan.

"There are also two machine gun launch points that need to be built to allow the soldiers to work harder. The current efforts can give them a chance to survive the battle." Dougan thrust the spear to the trench, and then took one Sit down on the ammunition pile.

"Take a break, gentlemen." Dogen said to the men standing around him.

"Yes, sir." The SS officers each raised an ammunition box and sat down around Dougan.

"Drink some water, sir." Major Norman, the second battalion commander, handed his kettle to Dougan.

"Well, thank you." Dogen took the kettle and unscrewed the lid.

"Do you know why Yuan Yuan asked me to direct you?" Dougan took a sip of water and put down the kettle. He looked seriously at the SS officers around him.

"This is the trust that the head of state has placed in us, and we are all very proud of it. Your Excellency Captain." Murray answered with a chest lift.

"You're right, but you're only half right." Dougan looked around at the officers, and then said slowly: "The head of state wanted to give the SS a chance, one to let us retrieve the ones we once had. Glorious opportunity."

"The glory you once had?" Norman asked doubtfully.

"Yeah. The glory that once had..." Dogen smiled bitterly, and he sighed softly as he looked at the horizon in the distance. The officers did not understand the meaning of Daogen's words, but they did not dare to ask questions casually. Everyone had to look at this suddenly-changing and sad executive, and sit quietly.

"Why did you join the SS?" Dogen suddenly turned his face and asked the officers.

"I joined the SS for the sake of Germany and the rejuvenation of the nation." Norman responded first, and he answered first.

"In order to contribute all my strength and loyalty to my motherland." "In order to restore Germany to honor."

"To avenge those enemies."

"In order to seize greater living space for Germany." The other officers quickly replied in a hurry.

"And I just want to survive, I don't have your lofty ideals." Dogen smiled faintly, and then turned his attention to the horizon. He said leisurely: "After the last war, the army was cut. I don’t have the military talents like the heads of state, nor the outstanding military merits. I’m just one of the most common low-ranking non-commissioned officers. Of course, I was cut down without a doubt. I joined the army at the age of 16, except for combat I haven’t learned any technology that allows me to survive in society. What can ordinary soldiers like me do when they leave the army?

There are still a bunch of siblings in my family who need to feed. The salary of my parents alone is not enough. The whole family is struggling on the verge of hunger. My retirement was a heavy blow to my family, and it was really impossible for me to add another mouth to eat. I went crazy looking for work everywhere. As a result, I ran into walls everywhere. Even the most skilled workers at that time had difficulty finding jobs, not to mention people like me who had no skills at all. "

Dougan sighed a long way, and then he said: "At that time, the so-called victorious countries were still relying on the Treaty of Versailles to capture the last bit of German wealth, the last bit of bread. Hunger, poverty, running for survival This is my only memory in the first few years after the war. I have worked as a porter, worked in the restaurant, sold newspapers, and worked as a hawker. As long as I can reduce the burden on my home, I am willing to do anything. . One day I saw a call station set up by the SS on the street, and I ended up participating.

It’s ridiculous that I didn’t know what the SS was at the time. I only knew that they needed former Army soldiers like me who had combat experience. After joining, I would not only have a meal, a salary, but also Relive the military life that I am familiar with. Now think about my reason at that time is really simple enough. "Dougan smiled at the silent group of people."

"At that time I was exposed to the theory of national socialism, and I was deeply attracted by it. Rejuvenating Germany, avenging those marauders and freeing everyone from this day of poverty and hunger, I participate with this ideal The Nazi Party. Rejuvenating the great Germany, what a great and noble ideal. At that time, countless young people with the same ideal came together. Everyone was working hard and struggling for this ideal. However, when we truly mastered In view of Germany’s destiny, the situation has changed while moving towards that goal. A large number of SS members who once held that noble ideal began to degenerate after gaining enviable power, and they became greedy and Brutality is that they have turned the glorious SS into a gathering place for rogues, villains and psychopaths.

In order to ingest their rights, they can even abandon the precious conscience of one German and the noble character of a SS member. Many people, including me, are frustrated and disappointed with the fall of the SS, but we have no power to change the status quo. We can only watch her decay day by day, and we painfully watch the glory of the SS slowly dim. , And finally disappeared. At the time, I felt that I had lost my goal in life. I used to want to leave this team for which I once gave all my enthusiasm and strength. I wanted to rejoin the army at the time. My loyalty only belonged to the great Germany, not for the sake of those gangsters. "Dougan picked up the kettle on the ground and took a sip of water."

"Really? Your Excellency Captain, did you ever want to leave the SS? So why did you dispel that idea again?" Major Mori asked.

"Oh, it's really wonderful to say, just when I was troubled by these things, I met the current head of state, and he gave me new hope. In him I saw the opportunity of the SS to regain glory, Only a noble and powerful person like him can clean our glorious team, only he can get us back on the right path, and only he can accomplish our lofty ideals. So I am willing to pay for my great heads Everything, even if I want to sacrifice my life, will not hesitate."

"Colonel, you are right. We joined because the SS is the most glorious and revolutionary force in Germany. We gathered here for the rejuvenation of the nation. But everything we see here and we It’s totally different in the similarities. As you said, the SS is no longer the former SS, her glory has faded, she has been tarnished by the **** scum. Your Excellency decided to remove the scum and restore the party The purity of the guard is something we dreamed of," Major Norman shouted emotionally.

"I also understand what you mean. You mean that the head of state wants the SS to rediscover the meaning of existence and return to the right way to fight for the German revival." Major Murray continued: "But we should How to do it, does the head of state have any plans?"

"Yes, the head of state certainly has his plan, and he has begun to do so. I believe that soon the SS will regain their glory, and by that time we will build greater merits for Germany." Dougan smiled. Said.

"Recover glory, build merit, all for the great motherland." The officers shouted excitedly.

"Okay, enough rest, let’s continue our work. It’s not time to talk about these. Let’s talk until the battle is over. You just have to remember that for our motherland and our great heads of state, Our honor is loyalty!"

"Understand, sir! Our honor is loyalty!" the officers shouted with excitement, and the soldiers who were sweating and working in the trenches all put down their tools, and they looked out of the trenches to doubt Staring at the group of hardened officers.

"It's finally finished. Now we're waiting for the next step." Dougan sat in his front command post, holding a cup of fragrant coffee in his hand. This was his first drink from the morning till now. Cup of hot stuff.

"Yes, sir, the soldiers have settled in the shelter and can enter the combat position at any time." Norman was also tasting with a cup of coffee sitting at the map table. He heard Dougan's words and raised his head to answer. To.

"Is the artillery and machine guns set up? Ammunition?"

"It's all done, sir, we can go into battle at any time. Now those Finlis of the tank sniper battalion are entering the position, and it's time to see their performance." Murray put down the telescope in his hand and he turned his face. Answered.

"Is it true that both of your two command posts are on the phone? Are the radios set up yet?" Dougan lowered the glass in his hand as he walked to the narrow observation hole and looked towards the frontier position.

"They are all connected and the radio stations are all set up. You can contact the headquarters at any time." The communications staff reported loudly.

"Very good. Report to the headquarters immediately, we have made preparations for the battle, and request the next step."

"Observe, sir."

"Sir, the reconnaissance battalion sent a contact report, and they have already contacted the vanguard of the French army." A staff rushed into the command hurriedly, and he reported to Dougan loudly.

"What?" Dogen turned around and asked anxiously: "How is the situation, and how many people are there in the other party, have you reported it to the headquarters?"

"The command has received the report. The previous situation is still unclear. The reconnaissance team sent back the report as soon as it came into contact with the French team, so there is no detailed report. We only know that the other party is an infantry. The troops, like a battalion, are now continuing to observe."

"Order the troops into the combat position." Dougan ordered loudly.

"The two of you immediately entered your headquarters to prepare the soldiers for battle."

Dogen turned around and asked the staff. "How far are the French from here and how long it will take us to reach us."

"Reporter. They are six kilometers away from us. It will take at least twenty minutes to get in touch with us."

"Okay, twenty minutes is enough. Gentlemen, prepare to fight." Dogen shouted loudly.

"Observe, sir!" The officers nodded to Dougan, and hurriedly left the headquarters to run to their respective command posts.

"Get me the headquarters." Dougan picked up the phone on the table.

"I'm Colonel Dougan, please ask the head of state to listen to the phone. Okay, thank you." Dougan waved his hand to the staff standing on the side and pointed to the map on the map shelf. The staff quickly uncovered the map and put it Go to the table in front of Dougan.

"Your Excellency, I’m Dougan. Everything is fine here, yes, it’s all done, just in time for the fight. You’ve been reported, right, I’m asking you to give further instructions. I know, I’ll stick to it In my position, I assure you that I will never take a step back..." Dogen said loudly, holding his chest.

"Yes, I... I understand, I will pay attention to my safety, thank you for your concern, sir." Dogen pulled out his pen from his pocket. "A French infantry battalion, they are now in Area 3, which is six kilometers south of us. Okay. I hope they will directly hit my position. I will notify you as soon as there is news. Goodbye, Your Excellency."

Dougan put down the phone and then quickly circled a range on the position defense map.

"You calculate these parameters, and then give them to the artillery, telling them that the fire cover will be limited to this range later. In addition, the same command is issued to the artillery of the battalions, so that they can calculate the shooting parameters in advance. ."

"Observe, sir!" The staff member took the map and ran to the communication room beside him.

Dougan slowly paced to his position in front of the observation gate. The soldiers were rushing to their respective battle positions with the loud urging of the officers, and a busy scene in the trench. The machine gunner uncovered the dust cover over the machine gun, and was pressing the cartridge belt into the receiver. The deputy shooters looked at the front of the position with their telescopes.

The 20mm machine guns leveled the muzzle in a bunker specially dug for them, and now their height is only ten centimeters above the ground, plus a layer of camouflage nets around it, making it difficult for the enemy from a distance Found them, but when they could recognize what it was, they had already stepped one foot into hell. In the effective range of this heavy weapon with a terrifying rate of fire, no infantry was able to retreat all over the body. Tearing 20 mm shells into pieces is their only ending.

Now the capable gunners are turning the barrels up, down, left, and right to prepare for the final shot. Dougan hopes that they will be able to exert his desired strength in the upcoming battle.

The infantrymen have entered their shooting position, and these experienced soldiers are also preparing for the battle. They carefully inspected their guns, and then pressed the five-round magazine into the bomb bay, and pulled the gun machine up to secure it. The forefront soldiers pulled out their bayonets and inserted them on the edge of the trench, preparing them for a hand-to-hand combat.

From Dougan's point of view, their preparation was in vain. The French had only one battalion in intelligence, and all were infantry. It's hard to imagine that infantry units of this size can rush into such a solid position and start a melee battle with their soldiers. Dougan thinks that those Frenchmen can rush into their defense lines within 100 meters.

"Sir, French troops, they are here." The watchman reported loudly.

"What, French troops? They are really on time, just twenty minutes, haha, let them come. This battalion is just appetizing for my troops. Is our reconnaissance team back? Why didn't they report it to me. "Dougan asked loudly to the communications staff

"No, sir. They haven't come back. And since they issued the first report, we haven't been able to contact them." The communications staff responded on the side. "What? Why didn't I report it to me until now." Dogen rebuked excitedly.

"To continue to contact, you must contact them."

"Observe, sir." The communications staff ran into the communication room in a panic.

"There must be something wrong with it." The disappearance of the reconnaissance team cast a shadow of Yin on Dougen's heart. He glanced up at the telescope and looked at the enemies slowly appearing on the horizon.

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