Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 10: Contact

Make that section of the trench deeper by half a meter, and this section is too shallow. |Jing|Small|Say|{} I told you that what I need is trenches, not drains. We dig another hidden part here, our time is running out. "Early in the morning, when the sky was still bright, Daogen dragged his men from their beds before they had time to cover the heat.

Like them, Daogen was busy instructing the soldiers to build fortifications last night, and he just took a rest just before dawn. But as soon as the first light of the day shone into his tent, the colonel woke up vigorously again.

Dogen led the officers to patrol the defensive position under his management, doing the final check before the battle. He wanted to know if there was anything that needed to be changed or what was missing. .

The SS colonel is now carrying a spear he didn’t know where he got it from. While pointing at the fortifications that made him dissatisfied with the ancient weapon, he shouted to his subordinates. command.

"And here and here, it must be reinforced. Even with the current strength, even a mortar can collapse it. What about those wicker walls for reinforcement? Didn't you pick up another truck last night? "

"I brought them all, but the number is still not enough, sir." The first battalion commander, Major Murray, hurriedly stepped forward and replied. The major's neat army uniform was accompanied by the SS second-level commando commando commander. His military rank, the metal SS collar badge gleamed coldly.

"The quantity is not enough, so can't you think of other ways?" Dogen turned and stared coldly at the Waffen-SS major.

"Understood, sir." Murray lowered his head slightly. During this time Colonel Dougan exerted his power to the fullest in front of these Waffen-SS. The spotless black uniform, the two silver oak leaves on the collar badge, the shining medal and the prestigious position, the strong and proud character, the noble military temperament and the cold look, all these make the proud storm fighters surrender from the bottom of their hearts. The things that must be owned, and Daogen's richest is precisely these.

"We also need to build two machine gun firing points here, so that the soldiers will work harder. The current efforts can give them one more chance to survive the battle." Daogen plunged his spear into the trench. Then he sat down on a pile of ammunition.

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

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

"Drink some water, sir." Major Norman, the commander of the second battalion, handed his water bottle to Daogen.

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

"Do you know why the prime minister asked me to command you?" Dogen took a sip of water and put down the kettle. He looked at the surrounding SS officers seriously.

"This is the trust that the head of state has placed in us, and we are all sincerely proud of it. Your Excellency, the district captain." Murray replied loudly, standing out.

"You are right, but you are only half right." Daogen looked around the officers, and then slowly said: "The Führer wants to give the SS a chance, one for us to retrieve those The glorious opportunity I once had."

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

"Yes. The glory that I once had..." Daogen smiled bitterly, and he sighed slightly as he looked at the distant horizon. The officers didn't understand the meaning of Daogen's words, but they didn't dare to ask questions casually. Everyone had to look at the suddenly melancholy officer sitting there quietly.

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

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

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

"In order to avenge those enemies."

"In order to seize more living space for Germany." The other officers hurriedly replied.

"And I just want to live, I don't have your lofty ideals." Daogen smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to the horizon, he said leisurely: "After the last war, The army was cut. I did not have the superb military talents of the head of state, nor did I have prominent military merits. I was just a most ordinary low-ranking non-commissioned officer. Of course, I was cut down. I joined the army at the age of sixteen, except Outside of combat, I have not learned any technology that allows me to survive in society. What can ordinary army soldiers like me do once they leave the army.

There are still a bunch of brothers and sisters in my family who need to support. My parents' salary is not enough. The whole family is struggling with hunger. My retirement from the army was a heavy blow to my family, and the family really couldn't add another mouth to eat. I went madly looking for a job, and ended up hitting walls everywhere. At that time, even the most skilled workers could hardly find a job, let alone someone who has no skills at all. "

Dogen sighed, he went on to say: "At that time, the so-called victorious nations were still relying on the Treaty of Versailles to seize the last bit of German wealth, the last bit of bread. Hunger, poverty, for Surviving and running around is the only memory I have in the first few years after the war. I worked as a porter, worked in a restaurant, sold newspapers, and worked as a hawker. As long as I can reduce the burden on my family, what job do I do? I was willing to do it. One day I saw a recruiting station set up by the SS on the street, and in the end I participated.

It’s ridiculous that I didn’t know what the SS was at the time. I only knew that they needed a former army soldier with combat experience like me. After I joined, I could not only eat food, but also get salary. And I can live the military life that I am familiar with again. Thinking about it now, my reason was really simple enough. "Dougan smiled at the group of silent subordinates.

"At that time, I came into contact with the theory of National Socialism, and I was deeply attracted by it. Let Germany revive, avenge those predators, and let everyone out of this poor and hungry day. I hold this This ideal joined the Nazi Party. The revival of the great Germany, what a great and noble ideal. At that time, countless young people with the same ideal came together, and everyone was working hard and struggling for this ideal. But when We have truly mastered the destiny of Germany, and when we are moving towards that goal, the situation has changed. A large number of SS members who once held the lofty ideals began to degenerate after gaining enviable power. They have changed. Greedy and brutal, they have turned the glorious SS into a gathering place for gangsters and gangsters who greet horsemen and psychopaths.

In order to gain power, they can even abandon the precious conscience of a German, and abandon the noble character that a SS should have. Many people, including me, are frustrated and disappointed at 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 diminish. , The final change disappeared. At that time, I felt that I had lost my goal in life. I once wanted to leave the team for which I had devoted all the enthusiasm and strength. I wanted to join the army again, and my loyalty only belonged to the great Germany, not for those elements. "Dogan took a sip of water from the kettle on the ground.

"Really? Your excellency, the district captain, did you ever want to leave the SS? So why did you get rid of that head again?" Major Murray asked.

"Hehe, it’s really amazing to say. Just when I was troubled by these things, I met the current head of state. He gave me new hope. In him I saw the SS regaining glory. Only a noble and powerful person like him can clean our glorious team. Only he can bring us back to the right path, and only he can fulfill our lofty ideals. So I am willing to do it for the great head of state. Give everything I have, even if you want me to give my life, I don’t hesitate."

" Colonel, you are right. We joined the SS because the SS is the most glorious and revolutionary force in Germany. We gathered here for the revival of the nation. But what we see here Everything is completely different from what we are like. As you said, the SS is no longer the former SS, her glory has faded, and she has been stained by those **** scum. Your Excellency decided to remove those scum. , To restore the purity of the SS, that is simply what we dream of." Major Norman shouted emotionally.

"I also understand what you mean. You are saying that the Führer wants the SS to regain the meaning of existence and return to the right path of fighting for the revival of Germany." Major Morey continued:" But what should we do, does the head of state have any plans?"

"Yes, of course the Führer has his plan, and he has started to do so. I believe that soon the SS will regain its glory, and by then we will build even greater merits for Germany." Dogen said with a smile.

"Recover glory, establish merits, all for the great motherland." The officers shouted excitedly.

"Okay, enough rest, let's continue our work. Now is not the time to talk about this, let's wait until this battle is over. You just have to remember one thing, for our motherland, and for our greatness The head of state, our honor is loyalty!"

"Understood, sir! Our honor is loyalty!" The officers shouted in excitement. As a result, the soldiers who were sweating and working in the trenches put down their tools, and they protruded from the trenches. Looking at the group of brave officers in confusion.

"Finally finished, now I am waiting for the next step of intelligence." Daogen was sitting in his forward command post with a cup of fragrant coffee in his hand. This is what he has been drinking from the beginning of the morning until now. The first cup of hot stuff.

"Yes, sir, the soldiers have already settled in the shelter and can enter the combat position at any time." Norman also sat at the map table with a cup of coffee and sipped it. Hearing Dogen's words, he He raised his head and answered.

"Are the artillery and machine guns ready? What about the ammunition?"

"It's all done, sir, we can go into battle at any time. Now the Finliss of the tank sniper battalion are entering the position, and we will see their performance at that time." Murray lowered the telescope in his hand, and he turned He turned his face to answer.

"Really, are the phones of your two command posts connected? Is the radio set up?" Dogen put down the cup in his hand, and walked to the narrow observation hole to look forward. go with.

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

"Very good. Report to the headquarters immediately that we have completed preparations for the battle and request instructions for the next step."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, the reconnaissance battalion has sent a contact report. They have been in contact with the vanguard of the French army." A staff officer rushed into the headquarters in a hurry, and he loudly reported to Daogen.

"What?" Daogen turned around and asked eagerly: "How is the situation, how many people are there, have you reported to the headquarters?"

"The headquarters has received the report. Now the situation is unclear. As soon as the reconnaissance team contacted the law team, the alert was sent back, so there is no detailed report yet. We only know that the opponent is an infantry. The troops, it looks like a battalion, they are now continuing to observe."

"Order the troops to enter the combat position." Daogen ordered loudly.

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

Dogan turned around and asked the staff officer. "How far is the French from here? How long will it take to reach us."

"Report sir. They are still six kilometers away from us. It will take at least twenty minutes to contact us."

"Okay, twenty minutes is enough. Gentlemen, get ready to fight." Daogen yelled loudly.

"Yes, sir!" After the officers nodded to Daogen, they hurriedly left the command post and ran to their respective command posts.

"Give me the headquarter." Dogan picked up the phone on the desk.

"I'm Colonel Dougen, please listen to the phone. Your Excellency, please. Thank you." Dougan waved his hand to the staff who was standing aside, and pointed to the map on the map shelf. The staff quickly removed it. A map was placed on the table in front of Dogen.

"Your Excellency, I am Daogen. Everything is fine here, yes, everything is done, just in time for the battle. You have been reported, right? I ask you for further instructions. I know, I will stick to my position, and I promise you that I will never take a step back..." Daogen said loudly with his chest straight.

"Yes, I...I understand. I will pay attention to my safety. Thank you for your concern, sir." Daogen took 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 hit my position directly. I will notify you as soon as I get news. Goodbye, sir."

Dougan put down the phone, and then quickly delineated a range on the defense plan.

"You calculate these parameters, and then hand them to the artillery, telling them that the fire cover after a while is limited to this range. In addition, issue the same command to each battalion artillery to let them set all shooting parameters Calculate early."

"Yes, sir!" The staff officer took the map and ran to the communication room nearby.

Dougan slowly walked to the observation port and looked towards his position. The soldiers were rushing to their battle positions quickly under the loud urging of the officers, and there was a busy scene in the trenches. The machine gunner uncovered the dust cloth covering the machine gun and was pressing the belt into the receiver, while the secondary shooters looked vigilantly in front of the position with their binoculars.

The 20mm machine guns flattened their muzzles in the bunkers dug for them. Now their height is only a dozen centimeters higher than the ground, plus a camouflage net is covered around them, allowing the enemy to stay away It is difficult to find them everywhere, but when they can recognize what it is, they have already stepped one foot into hell. In the effective range of such a heavy weapon with a terrifying rate of fire, no infantry can be completely Retreat, being torn to pieces by 20mm shells is their only ending.

Now those capable gunners are turning their barrels up and down, making final preparations before shooting. Daogen hopes that they can exert the strength he expects in the upcoming battle.

The infantry has entered their shooting position, and these experienced soldiers are also doing pre-combat preparations. They carefully checked their guns, and then pressed five rounds of ammunition into the bomb bay and pulled up the gun mechanism for safety. The soldiers at the forefront all drew their bayonets and inserted them on the edge of the trenches, preparing for the possible hand-to-hand combat.

In Dougen's view, their preparations were in vain. According to intelligence, the French had only one battalion, and they were all infantry. It's hard to imagine an infantry unit of this size being able to rush into such a solid position to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his own soldiers. Daogen felt that those Frenchmen who could rush into his defense within 100 meters would be considered good.

"Sir~IndoMTL.com~French troops, they are here." The lookout hand reported loudly.

"What, the French troops? They were really on time. It was exactly twenty minutes. Haha, let them come. This battalion was just an appetite for my troops. Has our reconnaissance team come back? I report." Dougan asked the communications staff aloud

"No, sir. They haven't come back. And since they sent the first report, we have been unable to contact them." The communications staff replied. "What? Why didn't you report to me until now." Daogen scolded excitedly.

"Continue to contact, you must contact them."

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

"There must be a problem in this." The disappearance of the reconnaissance team cast a shadow on Dogen's heart. He raised his binoculars depressed and looked at the enemies slowly appearing on the horizon.

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