Battle of the Third Reich

On July 22, 1940, the battle at dusk began in full swing, and Germany finally made up the last shot on the already broken body of the Third French Republic.

Even the most dull people can see at this time that the most powerful country on the European continent has born countless great soldiers and politicians, poets and writers, masters of painting and sculpture masters, and has created countless The country of amazing scientific and technological achievements and glorious miracles now has no chance to turn into a victory.

This ancient empire that once stood at the top of the world and led the European civilization for hundreds of years has never been conquered by any nation or any nation since the establishment of a unified country.

For hundreds of years, she has knocked out foreign invaders in filthy muddy countless times. She used to be so powerful, people can’t believe she will fall in muddy one day.

Now, this giant who has never been truly conquered has finally come slowly. The great nation that has lived on this land for generations has once again bowed down in front of another alien nation after centuries of the Roman Empire. Their noble heads.

Many people think that her failure is because this time the enemy is more fierce and more cunning than ever before, but no one saw that before the fierce northern wolf exposed her sharp fangs to her, she was early. There is only a gorgeous shell that has nothing to do with it. Those so-called powerful forces are just a false appearance to comfort yourself.

France used her tragic failure to prove the fact that the apparent power does not play any role other than bluff in front of the truly powerful, so she had to drink the bitter wine made by herself.

"Look at these people, these soldiers. If I had personally participated in this battle, no one would say I wouldn’t believe it was these people who nearly defeated the best German legion in one click. It’s too decadent to see what they look like. Well, it’s really impossible for people to connect them with the army that fought with us the day before yesterday."

Feng. Chattermans sighed while shaking his head.

"That's why they failed. What else can an army that has failed completely show. Do you think they should still be elated. My lieutenant colonel."

The young majors of the Litute family have never given up any chance to compete with the army lieutenant since they were trained by Chatrimans last time.

"Colonel Dogen told me that in the battle the day before yesterday, these soldiers proved their bravery and tenacity in front of all those who participated in that battle. The colonel felt that they might be the only soldiers worthy of our respect in this war. . But according to the current situation, I think the colonel may have overestimated them."

Young head of state life lieutenant Feng. Disenhofen said with a wry smile.

The three officers stood on the dirt **** next to the road and made comments on the mighty French prisoners of war on the road.

French prisoners of war lined up slowly on the road towards the rear.

The present image of these French soldiers is really daunting, not so much a soldier as a group of beggars wearing military uniforms.

The German military's disarming of the prisoners of war was done very thoroughly, and even the roots of the armed belt were not left to them.

Now these prisoners of war only carry marching backpacks packed with personal luggage and their respective kettles and lunch boxes. Officers have a military backpack more obliquely than soldiers. The inside is crammed with German cans and various field foods. This is a special ration given by the German ** team according to the rank of these ** official ranks.

The French prisoners were wearing yellow-brown military uniforms covered with dirt and dust, and high-legged military boots with dirty and invisible colors on their feet. They walked slowly in a neat formation under the scorching sun.

Due to the tolerance of the head of state, all French officers and soldiers were allowed to continue wearing their military rank marks.

The officers wore their traditional cylindrical military caps, while the soldiers wore the Adelian helmets with peeling paint, but most people used to hang the heavy helmet on the backpack with a light soft cap on their head . There are also people who simply rush to the road with their heads bare, letting the dust on the road dye their hair yellow-grey.

This messy dress makes the otherwise neat team look a little messy.

However, the German soldiers responsible for escorting them did not have any interest in the neatness of these prisoners of war. Their task was to safely **** these prisoners of war to the camp. As long as those prisoners of war stayed honestly in the ranks, even if there was any guy who took off the streak, it had nothing to do with them.

A team of French prisoners of war walked across the hillside, and almost no one expressed any curiosity about the three German police officers who were gesticulating on the hillside. Occasionally, a few soldiers would lift their heads to the dirt **** without spirit. He glanced up, then lazily withdrew his gaze and continued to bow his head and let down his head in despair.

The entire prisoner of war team was so desperately walking on the highway, watching the soldiers' backs, the soldiers involuntarily showed an indescribable feeling from their hearts. In those heavy steps, they saw the failed soldiers. The bleakness and helplessness in my heart may have a little bit of sourness and endless sorrow.

"What are you talking about?"

A voice rang behind the officers. The startled officers quickly looked back, and only the chief of staff of the legion was walking up the hill in spirit.

"His Chief of Staff."

The officers quickly stood up to pay their respects, and the chief of staff has used his wisdom and character to win heartfelt respect and affection in the hearts of these officers.

"Oh, how come I can't find you, it turns out that the French prisoners of war are here."

Willer smiled and saluted the officers.

"Your Excellency, we are discussing the problems of these French prisoners of war. I don’t think they almost defeated the army of our legion. As a soldier, even if you are captured, you still have to retain the pride of a soldier, but they now... ..."

After the officers returned their salute to the chief of staff, Disenhofen pointed to the French prisoners who were still passing by.

"Ok."

Willer stood on the **** looking at the prisoners of war, then sighed softly.

"This army is already dead."

Willer said blankly.

"My Excellency Chief of Staff, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Feng. Liszt asked in doubt on one side, and after listening to Weiller, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Mandes showed a thoughtful look on his face.

"I am talking about death on a spiritual level, not that they are really dead, but that these soldiers and officers have lost the soul of a soldier.

When these soldiers knew that they had been abandoned by their command, they also foreseen the defeat of this battle.

But before that they had abandoned their belief in fighting for their republic. Because they knew that France was destined to be conquered by us.

According to the interrogation report submitted, most of these French people do not even have the consciousness of a national defender. They simply do not want to come to war. To be precise, they do not want to lose theirs for a war that is doomed to failure. life.

From this point of view, the French army has begun to slowly lose their fighting will. There is no difference between an army without fighting belief and determination and a dead army. Guarded by these troops, how could France not end.

What's more, most of these French soldiers in front of you were forced to wear this military uniform. Before then, they were just farmers or small businessmen, and few people even touched their rifles. It has been difficult to make them look like soldiers from the outside. How can they be expected to possess the qualities and determination of a real soldier. "

"I seem to understand a little bit. You mean that we have crushed their will to fight. But I am still surprised. If it is what you said, how could these soldiers cause us to suffer such a heavy loss? ?"

The young adjutant asked doubtfully.

"Because these French teams are not the troops that fought us the day before yesterday. Dear Eric."

Weierle answered with a smile.

"It is the French colonial forces and foreign legions that have made our troops suffer. None of those troops are French natives.

The captives in front of us are the real French regular army, they are the reserve army of the French army.

It's just that these native Frenchmen, none of these glorious French regulars, participated in the offensive the day before yesterday, otherwise we would not have suffered such losses.

It is useless for troops like this to invest in that kind of battle. They will definitely escape in the battle. The opponent's commander knows this very well.

These troops were captured by General Goodrian when he launched a double-wing double-team.

General Goodrian’s tanks did not suffer any organized resistance. Some of the troops in front of us simply surrendered without a shot.

This is also one of the main reasons why we can destroy the enemy command organs so quickly to win the battle. "

"It's sad that an army that has lost its purpose of survival. We have at least a career that needs to be completed, and something that must be guarded. For them, everything ends with the moment of defeat, and no career needs them. To complete, there is nothing for them to guard."

At this time the head of the lieutenant colonel once again sighed.

"But one thing is quite enviable."

Weiller blinked at Chatellimans, then said with a smile: "At least for them, the war is over."

"Oh, this is it, Your Chief of Staff."

"My Excellency, these documents have been sorted out."

Dougan put a thick stack of documents in front of Xu Jun.

"Also, the documents sent by the headquarters in the morning are waiting for your signature, mainly due to logistics issues."

"Where's the chief of staff of Weiler? I haven't seen him since morning."

Xu Jun picked up a document on the table and asked while looking at it carefully.

"He went to check the preparations before the troops set off."

"Oh, how is the army now?"

Xu Jun read the document and signed his name on it.

"The situation is good. After two days of repair, the troops have been restored. The morale is unimaginable. After all, we have won another huge victory."

Dougan replied.

"Huge victory... also a miserable victory. The two battalions were completely maimed, and only two of your Waffen SS were wiped out, and the injured accounted for a percentage of the participating troops. Thirty. To know this, I prefer not to have this "huge victory."

Dougan, you must know that those troops are the elite of the elite, and I am very saddened by such a severe loss. "

"My head, your soldiers don't think so. They think they exist to participate in such battles.

Although it is a pity to lose those troops, it has allowed those surviving soldiers to accumulate fighting experience, and also gave us commanders valuable experience and lessons. "

Dougan replied solemnly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this first. The high morale of the troops is a good thing, but we are going to Paris next. They may not have the opportunity to participate in the battle again. I hope these high morale boys will not be disappointed."

"No, my head of state. Their duty is to protect your safety. It is the unquestionable thing to go where you want to go with this army. If any of them have an opinion on your decision, I will personally throw him to the military court."

"Oh, Dagen. Relax, I believe you will do it."

Xu Jun raised his head and smiled to the serious SS leader.

"By the way, what happened to Randolph, I haven't received his report till now."

During the speech, Xu Jun signed another document and then rang the bell on the desk. The staff on duty immediately ran in.

"Send this immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The staff member nodded respectfully after receiving the document and turned and walked out of the compartment.

"I am not very clear about this, the head. According to the time, he should have started working, but... I really don't know the specific situation.

To be honest, my head of state, I still have some worries that you have given him such an important job to complete.

It’s not that your decision was wrong. I don’t have the slightest doubt that you are looking at people. Randolph is indeed a competent officer.

but. . . . I still feel that he lacks experience, and it still takes a period of hard work. This is my personal opinion. If it offends you, please forgive me. "

As the staff walked out of the compartment, Doogen turned his face and answered.

"It doesn't matter, your opinion is very reasonable, how could it offend me. For Randolph, I agree with you, he is very capable but lacks experience. So I will give this job to him Do it. This is a test of my ability, and it can also be regarded as a sharpening for him."

"But I'm afraid he messed up the task you gave him."

"No, although the plan is important, Randolph does not need to complete the key work.

He is actually just a liaison officer and supervisor. He does not need him to be responsible for the success of that plan. He only needs to be personally responsible to me in this plan operation.

After all, I planned such a long-term action, and I needed first-hand information whether it was successful or not. So I must send someone who can be trusted to participate in the whole operation. "

Xu Jun answered with a smile.

"But...forget it, I hope he can understand your pains. But I can imagine how he will look now, it must be a smug look. The head of state's special envoy hopes that he can be worthy of this post. "

Doogen scratched his nose helplessly and said with a wry smile.

"Don't be too harsh on him, Dougan. He should be at sea now."

"Who is at sea? Oh, you mean Randolph. My head."

Weierle walked in from the door with a document.

Xu Jun felt that it was absolutely a mistake not to install soundproof doors in his office, especially when there was such an old fox with abnormal hearing.

"Head of State."

Weierle walked to Xu Jun and nodded respectfully, then put the document in front of Xu Jun.

"This is the news you want. This is Randolph's last report before leaving the fleet, followed by the report of the Naval Command. Everything is going as smoothly as you planned."

"Oh? Randolph's report?"

After taking up the document and carefully reading it up and down, Xu Jun leaned back easily. Then he smiled and talked to the two subordinates before Ming.

"It seems that our efforts in the previous stage will soon be rewarded, Weirler. Order the Naval Command to immediately report to me the progress of the "Sea Lion Project". In addition, generate electricity with Randolph to make him remember the order I gave him."

"Obey, my head."

Weierle answered respectfully.

"Oh... wait a minute."

Xu Jun suddenly stopped Weierle who was about to turn around and go out.

"The last message to Randolph is to add one more, so that he will not forget to bring gifts to everyone when he returns."

"Following...following...my head."

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