Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 11: Captive
"Second lieutenant, please explain to me how this happened!"
Dogen akimbo his hips and gazed at the group of French officers and soldiers who were sitting in front of the position with their heads in their hands. The SS district captain was now so confused that he couldn't figure out anything. Why did it become like this.
"Sir, this... Actually speaking, I haven't figured out what happened until now." Daogen's reconnaissance team leader replied from the side.
"All this happened so fast, it was over before I could react.
I was about to lead the reconnaissance team to launch a harassing attack on them before retreating, but I didn't expect these Frenchmen to immediately wave the white flag and demand surrender when they saw us. It seems that these French people may have been waiting for this opportunity long ago. They cooperated very well from start to finish, and they didn't even give us the opportunity to shoot us.
I still can’t believe this thing is true. "The young scout captain scratched his head and replied.
"Then do you know why they surrendered?"
"Report sir, I don’t know, I never asked."
"What!"
Dogen turned around quickly, and he said loudly with an unbelievable expression: "You mean you have accepted the other party's surrender in a vague way before you figure out the reason, and then vaguely. I brought these French people back in confusion!"
"It seems like this, sir... But they did surrender, sir." The reconnaissance captain didn't understand why the colonel was so surprised, he replied in a low voice with an innocent look.
Hearing the second lieutenant’s answer, Daogen couldn’t help sighing secretly: "God, I finally found a stupid subordinate than Randolph."
" By the way, why don’t you immediately report such a big thing to the command and accept the enemy's surrender without authorization. Do you know how serious this is? Also, you lead a group without telling the command. French soldiers appeared in front of the position. I really don’t understand what you think. Do you want to commit suicide?
If it weren't for the white flag on your car, I would have almost ordered the soldiers to open fire, and you would have been blown into the sky by your own people. What do you ask me to write on your notice of death? Do you want me to tell your family that you were shot and killed by your own people for an incredibly stupid reason?
I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation now, knowing that an officer who makes any of the previous mistakes is enough to send himself to a military prison. "Dogan said angrily.
"Sir... Sir, please listen to my explanation, Sir."
The cold sweat of the reconnaissance team captain came down. He hurriedly replied loudly: "It’s not that I don’t want to report to the headquarters, it’s all because the **** remote radio in my car failed at a critical moment, and another The remote radio on the car broke down last night. I really can’t get in touch with you.
And I can’t take a battalion of French prisoners to stay in place and wait for the radio to fix it. I’m afraid those French people will change their minds over time. You know there are more than 500 people here, and I only have two 223 armored reconnaissance vehicles with two two-wheeled motorcycles and one three-wheeled motorcycle. All add up to only ten people. If they suddenly change their minds and start with us , We may not even have the opportunity to resist, and it will be hard to say who will be captured by that time.
There is no way for us to come from the front of the position. This is the shortest way for us to come back. We really dare not take these five hundred dangerous prisoners around most of the position. I know this is very risky. For this reason I specially put a white flag on the roof of the car, I think our lookout hand will not fail to see these.
So there is a reason for all of this, sir, please understand how I am doing this, sir. "The ensign stammered and explained while wiping sweat.
"Is that so..."
Daogen squinted at the ensign.
"Forget it, it’s because you have done a great job this time, forget it this time. Write a detailed report back to me, and then go to the gendarmerie to squat for three days in confinement. Don’t leave here next time. Kind of mistake. Also, I will report to the headquarters and ask for your credit."
"Thank you very much, sir, everything is for Germany, sir." The ensign finally let out a sigh of relief.
"By the way, there is one more thing, sir, their commander asked to talk to you." The reconnaissance team leader then reported.
"I'm so confused by you, if you don't tell me, I really forgot. Lieutenant, bring him up quickly, thank God, there is finally someone else I can ask."
Dagen straightened his military cap, pulled the hem of the uniform, and then held his signature poker face with his chest, waiting for the surrendered French commander to arrive.
After a while, the reconnaissance captain led a French officer to Dogen.
"Report to the sir. The captives brought him here. He claimed to be the commander of the Fifty and Seventh Infantry Battalion of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army. David. Ed Monk. Major Haldwin."
Then he said to the French major: "This is the commander you asked to see, Colonel Dogen."
The French officer obviously did not expect that the German commander would be a SS officer. He stared at Dogen's black uniform for a moment, and then he saluted Dogen with a stiff expression.
"French Army Major David. Edmundk. Hardwin, Mr. Colonel, I will now lead my troops to surrender to you. I hope you will give us prisoners of war the treatment they deserve."
"Oh, Major Haldwin."
Dogen did not return the gift immediately, but tilted his head and looked up and down at the French officer with interest.
To be honest, Daogen had seen many captured French officers before, but this was the first one to surrender on his own initiative.
The French officer looked about forty-five or sixteen years old, with a big round face, and a beautiful moustache left under the same round nose, which looked a little majestic.
Dogen didn't care much about this, and the French officers in their 40s and 50s caught a lot of them. They are basically antiques left over from the previous war, and their heads are still rigid at the level of the previous war. Each of these French officers is bigger than the others, and a small captain can look like a marshal. These proud Gallic roosters were standing tall even in the captive camp, as if they were all reborn Napoleon.
The French major in front of Dogen is wearing a French military-style barrel-shaped officer's hat on his head, and a dust-stained uniform officer coat, without any military rank marks on it. Wearing a full set of French armed belt on the outside of the coat, but the document bag and pistol on it have been confiscated, leaving only a large open-mouthed pistol holster and a water bottle with a canvas pot cover, which is also hanging obliquely on the waist .
Dogen turned his gaze to the officer’s feet. The major has a pair of good boots. Although they are covered with dirt and dust, they are based on the experience that Dogen has accumulated for decades by insisting on wiping his boots. Look, according to the current market in Germany, there is no four thousand marks. Don't even want to buy a pair of products like this with first-class workmanship and leather.
Dagen moved in his heart, and he looked back and carefully looked up and down the so-called major. Finally, the attentive SS colonel raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. It seemed that he had caught a big fish this time.
"It's nice to meet you, my honorable general."
Daogen smiled and raised his hand to make a military salute.
"What..."
The French officer trembled slightly, but he immediately concealed his gaffe and said to Daogen with a confused expression: "Mr. Colonel, what did you say before, I am a major, no What general. Haha, it seems you must be mistaken. Do you think I look like a French general? And how could a French general surrender to you so easily? You must be mistaken, I am Major, the commander of this battalion, haha..."
Although the officer was very good at covering up, his momentary gaffe still fell in Daogen's eyes. From the beginning of his slight trembling on Daogen, he was sure that his guess was correct.
Although this fat French man has a pleasing smile on his face, it seems that he cannot be combined with a general, but Dogen sees things that others can’t see through those small twinkling eyes, that Just fear, doubt, with a trace of anticipation, a trace of luck, and even a trace of cunning. Dagen couldn't believe that he could read so many things from a person's eyes, which made him firmer in his mind. A guy with such a pair of eyes would definitely not be a simple character.
"Your Excellency General, I advise you to stop acting with me."
Daogen nodded gracefully to the other party, then smiled and said: "Your military uniform has been sold out. Although you tore off the embroidery on the military cap, I can still find the details on it. Traces, not to mention this exquisite stitching is definitely not the kind of mass-produced ordinary military caps can have.
Although your coat is made by the French army, this kind of craft is definitely not something that an army factory can do. It is definitely hand-sewn by someone. Although you removed the military rank marks above, those marks are still there. Generally, only French officers above the rank of general will wear the marks in these positions. There used to be a national knight medal.
And your armed belt and your leather boots are also specially made to order. That kind of lambskin is very expensive. Of course these are just my guesses. You might say that these don't prove anything. You are just an ordinary military officer with wealthy family. But since you have surrendered to us, I hope you can be honest with us, otherwise. . . . "
Daogen sneered at the French officer, then took off his military cap and gently wiped his sparkling SS cap badge with his fingers.
The French officer's gaze moved back and forth with Daogen's fingers on the scary skull sign, and a look of fear began to appear in his eyes, but he immediately calmed down.
"You can’t do anything to me. I’m a prisoner of war. You have to abide by the Geneva Convention. I have my right..."
"Very good, General, as long as you tell us the truth, I use my personality to guarantee that you will get all the treatment you deserve." Daogen said with a smile.
"Really, that's great, but do you SS officers have any personality to speak of?" The French officer replied coldly in a tone that was obviously sneered.
The Frenchman’s vicious words angered all the SS officers present in an instant. If it weren’t for Colonel Dogen’s response, most of them would have rushed to let the French fat man know something. Called the iron fist of the SS, and some other officers began to slowly put their hands on the holsters around their waists.
The French officer didn't care about the anger of the German officer. He shook his head slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and continued in a helpless tone: "If this is the case, I won't hide anything. It seems. I'm really a **** actor."
He realigned his military hat and tightened the Feng Ji button of his coat. His eyes began to flash with arrogance. He raised his head and said loudly to Daogen, "Then introduce yourself again, I am Commander of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army, Jean. Louis. Major General Devaaire. Colonel Daugan, now you are satisfied, you can go to your master immediately to ask for merit, you have caught a French general. "
Then he glanced contemptuously at the surrounding German officers, and then said: "I hope you can fulfill your promise and give me and my men the treatment that they deserve, and there are some of my people. The wounded need immediate treatment. I hope you can arrange treatment for them. Don’t forget, you used your personality to guarantee."
"Of course."
Dogen nodded solemnly. He turned around and ordered to his men: "Bring these French soldiers under the care of the military police and give them food and water. The wounded are sent to the field hospital for treatment. What are they still doing? ! Perform my order!"
"Yes, sir." The subordinates reacted and hurried to the front of the battlefield.
Dagen turned back to Major General Dewa Ayer and said: "And you, my respectable general, please come with me."
"Wait a minute, please tell me where you want to take me?" Devaair asked out loud.
"Don't worry, my esteemed general. I will take you to the Supreme Commander now. I think he will have a lot of questions for you." Daogen answered with a smile.
"Supreme Commander, you...you are not talking about that person, God's apostle..." Devael said in surprise.
"You are right, I will take you to see him now, to meet our great German head of state, the apostle of God."
"Dougan, this is the Jean you mentioned earlier. Louis. Major General Devaaire."
Xu Jun sat behind his desk and asked Daogen faintly. He looked at the gray-headed French officer in front of him with curious eyes. Like Dogen, it was the first time he saw a French officer who voluntarily surrendered.
In the past, French officers and prisoners were mostly those who were persuaded to surrender after the German army had run out of ammunition and food. Or they were caught in the battle, but because the French officers generally ran very fast, and the slow runners were often killed, they rarely caught the alive in battle. This is the first one who surrendered before he even started.
"Yes, my head of state, this is the commander of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army who surrendered like us, Jean. Louis. Major General de Vayer." Daogen replied respectfully.
"Oh, please sit down, your sir." Xu Jun smiled and said to Devaair.
"Thank you, honorable head of state." Devaair revealed his good cultivation. He bowed slightly to Xu Jun, and then sat down on the chair at the desk.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Dewael, I think you will soon understand that surrendering to our army is actually a very correct choice. I assure you that you and your soldiers will be treated the most just Treatment." Xu Jun said lightly.
" From the bottom of my heart, I also hope that my choice is right as you said, Your Excellency. But surrender is not an honorable thing, and I cannot get any pleasure from the decision I made. This shame will accompany me throughout my life. Even if I die, this shame will be left to my children and grandchildren along with my legacy. I now have only one request, asking you to treat your captive French soldiers with tolerance, They are very brave. They just fight to survive. They are the victims of those **** politicians who are sent to the battlefield in order to defend their own interests." Devaair lowered his head and said.
"I can promise you, General Devaair, I will treat every French soldier captured by the German army with tolerance, and in fact I am doing this. Your men will tell you that they are in Germany. The treatment in the prison camp will be better than in the regular French army. They will receive far more treatment than those proud and stupid British. How about a cup of coffee, General, it seems you are already very tired."
Xu Jun turned his head to the orderly standing aside and said, "Bring Colonel Dougen, General Dewaer and me a pot of coffee."
"Yes, Your Excellency." The orderly nodded and walked out.
"General, can I ask you some questions now?" Xu Jun turned his face and said with a smile.
"Yes, honorable head of state, I am just your captive, and you have done too much for me, I am willing to answer your questions." Devaair owed respectfully and leaned back.
"Well, what I am puzzled is that you are not the commander of the 42nd Infantry Division? Then why is the only soldier who surrendered with you in this infantry battalion."
Xu Jun asked faintly: "Where are your other troops? I think you should have other troops, such as artillery. I don’t want to spy on your military intelligence, just really. I feel a little curious. Of course, from your standpoint, you don’t have to answer my question."
"No, I can answer you this question. It's not a secret anyway. My other troops, haha..." Devaair smiled bitterly, then shook his head and sighed. .
"They are all here."
"Are all here? I don't understand, General."
Hearing what Devaal said, Xu Jun already had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to confirm it.
"It means that all the officers and men of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army are already in your POW camp. These 537 soldiers are the last remaining soldiers of the entire division. Respect. Your Excellency, in theory, you have completely eliminated the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army from the French Army. At this point, you can be proud of your air force, they are indeed technical Superb fighter.
I can’t blame them for anything, after all, they are fulfilling their duties~ IndoMTL.com~ The only thing I want to blame are the politicians who approved this stupid plan. What I hate even more is that who made this Stupid planning guy. If he appeared in front of me now, I would not hesitate to step forward and strangle him. In order to realize his **** plan, my soldiers sacrificed in vain. An entire division, including those logistics units, More than 12,000 people just fell on the marching road for nothing. What these soldiers exchanged for their lives was to satisfy a person's ambition. This is ironic. "
Devael can't help tears when he said this. He gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes fiercely with his sleeves, and then said to Xu Jun with a wry smile: "Okay, dear head of state, are you satisfied with my answer? If you have no other questions, please Send me to my subordinates, I want to stay with them."
"Don’t worry, General. I still have a lot of questions for you. But before that. I want to invite you to lunch with me. We can talk slowly at the table. You can rest assured. Your soldiers will be properly arranged."
"Then I will have to obey the orders, Your Excellency." Devaair nodded and replied.
"By the way, I want to ask, who actually made this stupid plan?" Xu Jun picked up the coffee delivered by the orderly.
"I'm a hot-headed guy, the Deputy Minister of the French Army, Charles, and Charles de Gaulle." Devaaire gritted his teeth while taking the coffee from the orderly.
"Puff", Xu Jun's mouthful of coffee squirted out when he heard Devaair say the name. "