Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 15: Overture

　　 On May 24, 1940, the sky was clear across France.

　　 The sun in early summer is not violent. Even at noon, it only warms the fertile land of France with just the right amount of heat. The gentle wind blows across the fields, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

　　 let. Pierre is now lying on his comfortable wire bed enjoying a comfortable nap. He slept very deeply, and the snoring sound made the water in the cup on the bedside table shake.

　　 Suddenly, a deeper rumbling sound joined his "play". As the strange sound approached slowly, even the ground began to vibrate slightly. The rumble was getting louder and louder, and at this time it was possible to hear the harsh metal rubbing sound mixed with squeaks. The vibration on the ground became more and more intense, and the whole house began to shake with the sound. The glass of water slowly slid towards the edge of the bedside table with this vibration, and finally fell to the floor with a "slap".

　　 let. Pierre was finally awakened from his sweet sleep, and he sat up abruptly, looking at the swaying walls around in a daze, wondering what had happened.

　　 When he could distinguish the rumbling noise, he roared angrily.

　　 "These **** Germans, let people not sleep well."

　　 He jumped out of the bed violently, naked to the top, wearing his comfortable pair of cotton slippers, rushed to the balcony door of the bedroom and looked out from the crack in the door.

　　 let. Pierre's home was built at the intersection of two highways, and it was a very ordinary two-story wooden building. Like other French farmer’s houses, the small building is not very gorgeous, but it is very durable.

　　 Fifteen years ago, Jean had just retired from the army. Pierre used all his savings to buy this small farm. He brought his pregnant wife to this quiet and comfortable place from the hustle and bustle of the city. He pushed the old dilapidated house, built this small building with his own hands, and planted a large area of ​​apple trees and cherries on the wasteland behind the house. In the following days, with his hard work, he not only expanded the area of ​​arable land on his farm but also hired many workers.

　　Since the two roads in front of his door are the main traffic roads from Cambrai to Arras, he was shrewd and specially expanded a few guest rooms in the small building, allowing those passers-by to stay here, each The monthly income is really good. Until the war broke out suddenly, let. Pierre has been living a life without any dispute in such a comfortable and comfortable life.

　　 At the beginning of the war, although his employees suddenly left their farms and were drafted into the army, although his two daughters brought back bad news from the town describing how strong the German army was, but Let. Pierre still didn't worry that the war would involve his farm.

　　 Of course he sent his wife and daughters to his grandmother's house in Le Havre just to be on the safe side, but he himself insisted on staying and not leaving. He believed that the Germans could not break through Maginot. Defense line, let alone rushing into the French mainland to his farm.

　　Unexpectedly, the Germans came soon, and they swept across the land like a swarm of locusts. After listening to the news on the radio let. Only then did Pierre know that they came from Belgium, not the Maginot line he always thought.

　　 When his neighbors on a nearby farm dragged their families with all their savings and began to flee south, Jean. Pierre still didn't leave, he was reluctant to abandon his home, where he had devoted more than ten years to it.

　　 In the first days, let. Pierre had been looking at the whole group of Germans in front of his door with trepidation, with their chests raised and their heads raised vigorously driving westward. From time to time, there are countless tanks and armored vehicles whizzing past and raising dust in the sky. But after a few days he discovered that the Germans seemed to be not interested in his farm. Although a few soldiers occasionally ran into his yard, they only went to his well to get water and drink. Will immediately run out of his yard to chase the advancing troops.

　　 Teams of troops kept passing by the road in front of him, and it seemed that they had no intention of staying here. Let. Pierre gradually got used to all this. He felt that since the Germans didn't come to harass him, then he didn't need to make trouble, as long as he could live his own life peacefully.

　　 One night a group of cars drove from Cambrai's direction. In the car was a group of German officers, and they rang a jean. The door of Pierre's house was almost let go. Pierre was scared to death. As a result, the officers even said that they made gestures and finally made him understand that they wanted to spend the night at his home. Let. Pierre quickly arranged a room for them and prepared food for them. The Germans seemed very satisfied, and they kept thanking him. The Germans left early the next morning, and they even left him some marks on the table, which made it so. Pierre felt that the Germans did not seem to be cold-blooded murderers or greedy villains in the newspapers.

　　 But the behavior of the Germans last night made him a little angry. They were marching in the middle of the night. The roar of trucks and tanks rang all night, making him unable to fall asleep all night, only to the one early this morning. The troops finally passed.

　　 Morning, let. Pierre dragged his tired body to his field to take care of the crops, and then went to the orchard to work for a while. After lunch, he went to bed again to make up for the sleep of last night.

　　 But what I didn't expect was that he had just slept for less than an hour, and the Germans woke him up from his sleep again, let. Pierre was really angry. He leaned over the seam of the balcony door and looked at the road in front of the yard, but he saw nothing, and the road was empty. He found that the rumble suddenly disappeared and his house no longer vibrated.

　　 "Did the Germans pass? They ran really fast."

　　 let. Pierre left the balcony door and walked to his bed, feeling very uncomfortable without waking up, and he was going to continue his nap. But just when he touched the pillow, there was another low buzzing sound in the distance.

　　 "Damn, I really can't live this day."

　　 let. Pierre got up from the bed again, and violently opened the balcony door and looked up at the sky. I saw a large group of planes flying towards his house in the distance. It looked like there were fifty or sixty planes, large and small in a neat formation.

　　 "You bastards, there is still more to come. Just now, the tanks came to the plane again and let people not sleep. Okay, wait, I want to show you some color."

　　 let. Pierre fists desperately at the group of approaching airplanes. Then he rushed back to the room, put on his coarse pajamas, and ran downstairs.

　　 let. Pierre hurriedly dug out his tattered single-barrel shotgun from the storage room under the stairs, loaded it with bullets, and then rushed out the door with the shotgun carrying the bullet belt.

　　 As soon as he rushed into the yard, he looked towards the sky. At this time, the neat formation of the group of planes was flying over his yard, and it looked like they were flying high, but the huge iron cross sign under the plane It can still be seen clearly.

　　 let. Without saying a word, Pierre raised his hand and shot at the group of planes. He knew that his bullets would never hit those planes, but he still felt very enjoyable. He continued to scream and reloaded one bullet, two shots, three shots, until the planes flew far out of his sight.

　　 "Calculating your running fast is to let you know what will happen if you disturb others to sleep."

　　 let. Pierre spat on the ground, then put the gun on his shoulder and turned around triumphantly, ready to go back to sleep.

　　 But when he turned around, the sight of his eyes surprised him.

　　 Right next to his house, now a dozen German tanks and armored vehicles were parked at random, even one tank broke his fence and parked in the yard~ IndoMTL.com~ There are a few German soldiers in the yard. Lifting water from his well, several officers stood next to the tank holding a map, and the other German soldiers were sitting on the tank holding food and water bottles, and they seemed to be preparing to eat.

　　 But the strange thing is that these Germans are now stunned and settled in place. All the Germans kept their previous postures, looking at themselves with surprised and doubtful eyes. Let. Pierre and the Germans stared at each other as motionless as rocks.

　　 The German officer who finally took the lead started to move. He slowly raised his arm and pointed at letting out a finger. Pierre, he seemed to be enduring something desperately, his fingers trembled, and the expression on his face was unspeakable. The German soldiers by the well also slowly lowered the bucket, pulled the rifle they were carrying from behind, and began to slowly give in. Pierre leaned over.

　　 "The Virgin Mary!"

　　 let. Pierre finally reacted. He quickly drew a cross on his chest, then quickly threw the gun to the ground and raised his hands high.

　　 And just as Pierre surrendered to the German army, Xu Junzheng sat triumphantly on the JU52 dedicated to the military commander while looking at the neat **** fleet outside the window while thinking about his next job after landing. .

　　 Xu Jun would never know that his huge fleet was once ridiculously attacked by a silly French farmer with a tattered shotgun.

　　 He doesn't even know that the French farmer who is a little stupid will solve a very big problem for himself in the near future.