Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 16: Exclamation

　　

　　 On July 22, 1940, the Twilight Campaign was in full swing, and Germany finally made up the last shot on the broken body of the Third French Republic.

　　 Even the dullest people can see at this time that the most powerful country on the European continent has produced countless great soldiers and politicians, poets and writers, painters and sculpture masters. It has created Countries that have experienced countless amazing technological achievements and brilliant miracles now have no chance of turning defeat into victory.

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

　　 For hundreds of years, she has knocked down foreign invaders in the filthy mud countless times. She was once so powerful that people could not believe that one day she would fall in the mud too.

　　 Now, this giant who has never been truly conquered is finally slowly coming down. The great nation that has lived on this land for generations is once again in another foreign country after centuries after the fall of the Roman Empire. Lower their noble heads in front of the nation.

　　 Many people think that her failure was because the enemy this time was tougher and more cunning than ever before, but no one saw that before the piercing northern wolf showed her sharp fangs , She had only left a glamorous shell for a long time, and those so-called powerful forces were just a fake to comfort her.

　　 France used her tragic failure to prove the fact that illusory power can do nothing but bravado in front of truly powerful power, so she had to drink this glass of bitter wine made by herself.

　　"Look at these people, these soldiers. If I hadn't participated in this battle personally, otherwise no one would believe that these people almost defeated the best army in Germany. Look at what they look like. It's too decadent, it really makes people unable to connect them with the army that fought with us the day before yesterday."

　　 Feng. Chatelimans sighed while shaking his head.

　　 "That's why they failed. What else can a completely failed army show. Do you think they should still be happy. My lieutenant colonel."

　　 The young major of the Leesett family has never given up any chance to challenge the lieutenant colonel since he was trained by Chatriemans last time.

　　" Colonel Dougen 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 the battle. The colonel felt that they might be the only ones worthy of us in this war. Respected fighters. But according to the current situation, I think the colonel may have overestimated them."

　　Feng, the young head of life adjutant. Tysenhofen said with a wry smile.

　　The three officers stood on the soil **** next to the highway and commented on the mighty French prisoners of war on the highway.

　　 The French prisoners of war lined up in four columns and marched slowly toward the rear on the highway.

　　 The current image of these French soldiers is really unflattering. They are not so much soldiers as a group of beggars in military uniforms.

　　 The German army has done a very thorough job of disarming the prisoners of war, and even the roots of the armed belt are not left for them.

　　 Now these prisoners of war only carry marching backpacks with personal luggage and their own kettle lunch boxes, while officers have one more military backpack slung across the body than soldiers, which are bulgingly filled with German military cans and various field foods. This is a special ration given by the German army according to the rank of these French officers.

　　 French prisoners of war wore mud and dusty yellow-brown military uniforms, and their feet were covered with dirty high-top military boots, which were invisible in color. 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 are allowed to continue to wear their rank emblems.

　　The officers wear their traditional cylindrical military caps, while the soldiers wear those Adriatic helmets with peeling paint, but most people are used to hanging the heavy helmets on their backpacks with lightness on their heads. Soft cap. Some people simply rushed with their heads bare, letting the dust on the highway dye their hair yellowish-gray.

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

　　 However, the German soldiers in charge of escorting them have no interest in the uniformity of these prisoners of war. Their task is to safely transport these prisoners to the camp. As long as the prisoners of war stay in the team honestly, even if any guy gets out of the way and runs naked, it has nothing to do with them.

　　 A group of French prisoners of war walked past the hillside. Almost no one showed any curiosity about the three German officers who were gesticulating on the hillside. Occasionally, a few soldiers would raise their heads and sit on the soil without energy. He glanced at the slope, and then lazily retracted his gaze and continued to lower his head and drove dejectedly.

　　 The entire team of prisoners of war was marching on the road in a lifeless manner, watching the soldiers go away and the officers involuntarily felt an unspeakable feeling from the bottom of their hearts. In those heavy steps, they saw those The sadness and helplessness in the heart of the failed soldier may also be a little bit sour and endless sorrow.

　　"What are you talking about?"

　　 A voice rang from behind the officers. The officers who were taken aback quickly looked back, only the chief of staff of the legion was walking up the hillside vigorously.

　　"Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

　　 The officers hurriedly stood up to pay their respects. The chief of staff has used his wisdom and character to win the sincere respect and love in the hearts of these officers.

　　 "Hehe, how come I can't find you, I came to see the French prisoners of war."

　　viller smiled and saluted the officers.

　　"Your Excellency, we are discussing the issue of these French prisoners of war. I don’t think they seem to be an army that almost defeated our legion. As a soldier, even if he fails and is captured, he still retains the pride of a soldier, but they Now..."

　　 After the officers paid the chief of staff salute, Tysenhofen pointed to the French prisoners of war who were still passing by.

　　 "Hmm."

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

　　"This army is already dead."

　　viller said blankly.

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

　　 Feng. Liszt asked suspiciously, and after listening to Weierle's words, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Mendes showed a thoughtful look on his face.

　　 "The deaths I said are spiritual, 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 had a foreboding of the defeat of this battle.

　　 But before that they had abandoned their belief in fighting for their Republic to the end. Because they know that France is destined to be conquered by us.

　　According to the interrogation report submitted, most of these French people did not even have the consciousness of a defender of the country. They did not want to fight at all. To be precise, they did not want to fight for a war that was doomed to fail. Lose their lives.

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

　　 What's more, most of the French soldiers in front of you were forced to wear this uniform. Before that, they were just farmers or small businessmen, and few people even touched their rifles. It is already very difficult to make them look like a soldier from the outside, how can they be expected to have the qualities and determination of a real soldier? "

　　"I seem to understand a little bit. What you mean is that we have shattered their fighting will. But I still feel strange that if it is what you said, how could these soldiers cause us to suffer so badly What about the loss?"

　　 asked the young adjutant suspiciously.

　　"Because these French troops were not the troops who fought with us the day before yesterday. Dear Eric."

　　 Weyler answered with a smile.

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

　　 And the prisoners in front of us are the real French regular army, they are the reserve team of the French army.

　　 are just these native Frenchmen. None of these glorious French regulars participated in the offensive the day before yesterday. Otherwise, we would never suffer such losses.

　　 It’s useless for troops like this to invest in that kind of battle. They will definitely run away in the battle, and the opposing commander knows this very well.

　　 These troops were captured when General Guderian launched the double-wings.

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

　　 This is one of the main reasons why we were able to destroy the enemy's command structure so quickly to win this battle. "

　　"It’s really sad for an army that has lost its purpose of survival. At least we still have something to accomplish and something to protect. For them, everything ends with the moment of defeat. The cause needs them to complete, and there is nothing left for them to guard."

　　 At this time, the lieutenant colonel sighed again.

　　"But one thing is quite enviable."

　　 Weierle blinked at Chatriemans, then smiled and said, "At least for them, the war is over."

　　 "Hehe, that's it, Chief of Staff."

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

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

　　"Also, these documents sent by the command in the morning are waiting for your signature, mainly for logistical supply issues."

　　 "Where did the Chief of Staff Weiller go, I haven't seen him since this morning."

　　 Xu Jun asked when he picked up a document on the desk and looked at it carefully.

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

　　 "Oh, how are the troops now?"

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

　　"The situation is good. After two days of repairs, the troops have now recovered. Morale is unimaginable. After all, we won another huge victory."

　　Dogen replied.

　　"A huge victory... also a miserable victory. The two battalions were completely maimed, and two of your Waffen-SS companies were wiped out. The wounded accounted for the participating troops. 30% of the total. To know this, I would rather not have this "great victory".

　　 Daogen, you must know that those troops are the elite of the elite, and I am very sad to suffer such a serious loss. "

　　"My head of state, 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 allowed the soldiers who survived to accumulate combat experience, and it also allowed us commanders to gain valuable experience and lessons. "

　　Dogen replied solemnly.

　　"Okay, let’s not talk about this for now. 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 anymore. I hope these high morale boys will not be disappointed by this ."

　　"No, my head of state. Their duty is to protect your safety. This force will go wherever you go. This is undoubtedly a matter. If anyone among them decides about you If you have any comments, I will personally throw him on the military court."

　　 "Hehe, Dogen. Relax, I believe you will do this."

　　 Xu Jun raised his head and smiled and said to the serious-faced SS district captain.

　　 "By the way, what's going on with Randolph, I haven't received his report until now."

　　 While talking, Xu Jun signed another document and then pressed the bell on the desk, and the staff on duty immediately ran in.

　　 "Send this out immediately."

　　 "Yes, the head of state."

The staff officer of 　　 took the document and nodded respectfully, then turned and walked out of the cubicle.

　　"I’m not sure about this, the Führer. In terms of time, he should have started working, but... I really don’t know the specifics.

　　 To be honest, my head of state, I am still a little worried about your entrusting such important work to him.

　　 It’s not that your decision was wrong. I don’t have the slightest doubt about what you mean by looking at people. Randolph is indeed a capable officer.

　　 but. . . . I still feel that he lacks experience, and it will take some time to train. This is my personal opinion, if you offend you, please forgive me. "

　　 Watching the staff officer walk out of the cubicle, Dogen turned his face and answered.

　　"It’s okay. Your opinion is very reasonable. How can you offend me. Regarding Randolph, I agree with you. He is very capable but lacks experience. That's why I put this job Let him do it. This is my test of his 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, the plan is very important, but the key work does not need Randolph to complete.

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

　　 After all, I have planned for such a long time. No matter whether it is successful or not, I need first-hand information. So I must send a trusted person to participate in the whole operation. "

　　 Xu Jun answered with a smile.

　　"But...Forget it, I hope he can understand your painstaking efforts. But I can imagine what he will look like now, he must be proud. The head of state envoy, I hope he can be worthy of it. This position."

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

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

　　"Who is at sea? Oh~IndoMTL.com~You mean Randolph. My head."

　　Weiller walked in through the door with a document.

　　 Xu Jun felt that it was definitely a mistake that his office did not install a soundproof door, especially when he had such an old fox with abnormal hearing.

　　 "Head of State."

　　 Weierle walked up 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 with the fleet, followed by the Naval Command's operational report. Everything is going as smoothly as you planned."

　　 "Oh? Randolph's report?"

　　 Xu Jun picked up the document and read it up and down carefully, then leaned back in his chair easily. Then smiled and said to the two subordinates before Ming.

　　"It seems that our previous efforts are about to pay off, Weierle. Order the Naval Command to report to me on the progress of the "Sea Lion Project" immediately. In addition, send a message to Randolph to let him remember what I gave him. Command."

　　 "Yes, my head."

　　 Weierle replied respectfully.

　　 "Oh... Wait a minute."

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

　　 "Add one more item to Randolph's telegram so that he will not forget to bring gifts to everyone when he comes back."

　　"Observe...Observe...My head of state."