Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 161: Memories (middle)

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"This is probably a misunderstanding, sir, you must have mistaken me and other people. My name is..." Kuhnberg raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless.

"Marvin Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, stop quibbling, this is not something that people like you should do." Daogen raised his hand to signal his subordinates to put down their weapons. Then strode to the earl.

"Long time no see, Mr. Major, I didn't expect to meet you again in this way." Daogen said with emotion.

"Have we met before? I'm sorry, I can't remember." Kuhnberg gave up and continued to resist, he asked with a wry smile.

"Twenty-two years later, I can understand, maybe this can help you remember something." Dogen took out a Bavarian Crown Cross (Marx Joseph Military Medal) from the pocket of his uniform.

"You should remember this medal, because it was originally yours." Daogen handed the beautiful white enamel cross to Kuhnberg.

For the first time, Kuhnberg’s face showed a surprised expression. He took the medal and rubbed it in his palm, feeling the warm and moist feeling of the fingertip sliding over the enamel glaze, just like more than twenty years ago. He always does that.

"Where did you get this." Kuhnberg raised his head and looked at Dogen.

"You gave it to me by yourself, Major." Daogen's eyes were full of nostalgia for the past.

"You are that...sergeant? To be honest, your changes have been a bit big. It seems that you have had a good time these years, Colonel SS, I don't recognize you at all." Kuhnberg wakes up In the memory of that year, he looked up and down Daogen, with a hint of irony in his tone: "I remember your name is...Jack Fried Dogen."

"I'm glad you remember what happened back then, Major." Daogen ignored the other party's rudeness.

"How could I forget, that kind of thing." Kuhnberg looked down at the medal in his palm, falling into the memory of the past.

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"You are leading everyone to commit suicide, Major, this person can't stop the French attack." Dougan followed Kuhnborg and eagerly told the major of this fact.

"There must be someone to do this, sergeant, there must be someone." Kuhnberg turned his head and stared at Daogen's eyes: "There are more than 2,000 severely wounded in the military hospital before they can be transferred, and there are doctors. Nurses and a group of civilians, these people must not fall into the hands of the French, you know what this will mean for them."

After four years of **** fighting, the French army’s military discipline was almost completely wiped out. In order to vent the pressure of the war, these soldiers could do anything terrible. On the other hand, the Germans are also the same. In order to win, the spirit of chivalry has been stepped into the mud at the bottom of the trenches. The animality in people's hearts completely overwhelms humanity.

"There are no trenches, no barbed wire, and no artillery to provide cover. We only have twelve machine guns in our hands, and the ammunition is seriously insufficient. Are you going to use the body of a soldier to resist the French army's barrage offensive?" Daogen argued To.

"If necessary, yes, sergeant. You thought you were the only one who fought the war here!" Kuhnberg grabbed Daogen's shoulder and pointed to the German soldier who was digging a foxhole by the road. .

"Look at these people, Sergeant Dogen. Each of them is an experienced veteran. Some have joined the army even before the war and have experienced almost all the battles on the Western Front. Wouldn't they know what you said? Are these? Sergeants? There is no second choice before us. These people know this as I do. There are always sacrifices in war. The German Empire may be defeated, but the spirit of the Empire will last forever.

Everyone here knows exactly what they are going to face. Once the battle begins, everyone will die in this battle. But no one complained to me. Do you know why? Because they are willing to sacrifice their lives for their comrades. So please give up your "wise" suggestions. If I were you, I would pick up this iron pick and dig a trench quickly. Kuhnborg pushed Daogen away, he turned and walked up a dirt **** on the side of the road, holding up his binoculars and looking and searching in the direction where the French army might appear.

"The major is a lunatic, squad leader." Burt took off his helmet and placed it on the edge of the pit. He raised his head and said to Dogen.

"I don't know, Bert, but I think this is a great man, I should say...a hero." Daogen bent down and picked up the pickaxe from the ground, and spit in his hand. Then he raised his pickaxe high.

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"These officers and soldiers all know that they are being led to death by an officer. Everyone knows this. This is a rare thing in that world war." Weierle reported to Xu Jun .

"I have never heard Daogen talk about this. The Army Command should have detailed records." Xu Jun took out a roasted cigar from the cigar box.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The battle line collapsed at the end of the Battle of Marne. At that time, the combat records were very chaotic. Many troops were annihilated by organizations, and no written records were left. The situation of this third infantry battalion. That's it. Daogen once went to investigate. The army only recorded the time when this unit was annihilated. As for the description of the details of the operation, there was not even a word. The last memory of the infantry battalion left to the world was an order to cancel the designation. And a thick list of the dead. All 376 officers and soldiers were killed in the battle, and none of them survived." Daogen replied with emotion.

"Doesn't we already have a survivor in our hands? At least it is certain that the commander successfully survived." Xu Jun stood up with his cigar in his mouth.

"I leave it to you. Find out all of this for me, Weierle." The head of the empire looked at his think tank majesticly.

"Your will, my head of state." Weirler bowed respectfully.

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"They stepped back. Now everyone counts the ammunition in their hands." Daogen squatted in the shallow foxhole. He had just shot a French captain with his carbine.

"Good job, Sergeant Daogen, your performance did not humiliate your chest." Kuhnberg knelt beside the foxhole, his command knife gleaming with cold light.

"Major, these French people are just underestimating the enemy." Daogen took out a five-shot bridge clip from the bullet bag around his waist and inserted it into the chamber of the Mauser carbine.

"What do you think the French will do next, sergeant." Kuhnborg asked Dogen with a confident smile.

"If it is me, then reorganize the troops, stop the attack temporarily, and wait for the artillery behind to follow. Then concentrate the artillery and razed this position to the ground." Daogen forcefully clamped the bullet on the bridge and pressed it into the chamber. , Took out the bullet bridge stuck in the slot, and threw it on the edge of the foxhole.

"I feel very lucky now, you are on our side, sergeant." Kuhnberg praised.

"Thank you very much, sir." Daogen is not qualified to use this as a tonic. The German soldiers have a set of formulaic answers to this.

"No, no, this is completely literal, sergeant. If the commander of the French army is smart enough, he should do it...but the problem is that we are obviously an idiot." Kuhnberg raised the command knife and pointed it towards the front of the position.

"They are coming again~IndoMTL.com~Everyone is ready to fight!" The battalion commander issued a loud order.

"Ready to fight!"

"The French are here again, give them a good taste."

"Kill them all without leaving them!" A loud shout echoed from this simple blockade.

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