Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 162: Memories (Part 2)

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The impact of World War I on mankind in the twentieth century even surpassed that of World War II. It was another arrogant challenge by European countries to the old order after Napoleon’s empire in France. The second empire failed like Napoleon, but this dirty war cost the lives of a whole generation of young Europeans. It severely damaged the ruling foundations of the old European imperial power classes and shook those that were formulated to maintain the existence of the old order. Rules and ethics.

In World War I, Europeans abandoned the rules of the battlefield that they had followed for nearly a hundred years, causing a large number of elites to fall under the indiscriminate massacre of modern weapons. Machine guns and heavy artillery don’t speak of chivalry, no matter if you are hereditary. Nobles are still refugees and beggars, and they are treated the same in front of brass armored warheads.

At that time, European imperial countries all had the tradition of aristocrats leading soldiers. In addition to hereditary aristocrats who were more trusted by monarchs than civilians, aristocrats were also more likely to receive good military education than civilians. They were instilled in a variety of only the ruling class The knowledge that can be accessed enables them to become a qualified leader. Some great nobles have obtained the status of military officers even when they were born. Many people don't even need to enter the military academy. As long as they join the army, they will automatically obtain the rank of military officer.

The senior ranks and even commander positions in the British Army in the Victorian era, except for those with higher technical requirements, can all be purchased with money. Of course, only these nobles and gentry with economic foundations can afford them. It can be said that the British army in the mid-to-late Victorian period was as bad as the Manchu Eight Banners. The army was controlled by a group of arrogant nobles and gentry, thinking about how to hire more with less money. Mercenaries, corruption, drinking soldiers’ blood, eating empty wages, and smoking opium. The life of lobster soldiers on the battlefield is equivalent to grass mustard, because ordinary civilians cannot be recruited, and the army is full of criminals and alcoholics who are forced into the army. Even for the mentally ill, the British army was able to win the Opium Wars twice only because its opponents were worse than them.

Prussia almost copied the British system in terms of army and navy construction. By the Second Empire, the number of aristocratic generals in the German army had far exceeded the British Empire. The German military aristocracy can be traced back to the time of the Holy Roman Empire. The rise of the Prussian states has also cultivated the Junker aristocracy, a paramilitarized feudal class.

However, Kuhnberg is not a new Junker noble. His family name can be traced back to the time of the Holy Roman Empire, and he is the oldest group of old families in the Kingdom of Bavaria. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, the lineage of Count Kuhnborg has almost decayed to his generation. When the old Count died, he only left him with the title of nobility and an old house. The direct bloodline in the family was only left. A younger sister is dependent on him.

However, the Kuhnborg family is a veteran nobleman who has passed on for hundreds of years. Like other noble families, it has a large number of distant and close in-laws in the circle. Although these relatives cannot be counted on in the revival of the family business, they have complicated connections. Still very useful. The title of German aristocracy was quite bluff back then. As long as Kuhnberg wanted to, there would be countless wealthy landlords or wealthy merchants who were willing to spend a lot of money to marry his family.

It’s just that Count Kuhnberg’s ambition was not here. He wanted to rejuvenate his family through his own efforts, so after graduating from university, he decided to join the army and re-enter the path that his ancestors had walked. Wisdom, prove your ability and value. Because he was a great nobleman, coupled with the connections left by his ancestors, Kuhnborg became a second lieutenant officer as soon as he joined the army. Unlike their British counterparts, the German nobles have been militarized since they were young, and have a certain understanding of the management and operation of the army, so it is easier to integrate into the status of an officer.

Kohnberg has shown considerable efforts in the army. Although Germany has long started to enforce compulsory education, most of the soldiers come from the countryside, with at most elementary or junior high school education level, and many people are semi-illiterate. Only know some simple words and write your own name. Therefore, ordinary aristocratic officers who have received higher education naturally feel superior in the army. Kuhnborg's promotion speed is quite fast, at least from Daogen's eyes, the count's military resume is completely an enviable darling of God.

When the war broke out, Kuhnberg was only a lieutenant, commanding an infantry company, but four years later, he was already a major battalion-level commander. In four years of **** fighting, the earl has participated in several large-scale battles one after another. Not only was he unscathed on the battlefield, but he also won several medals and medals. No one would doubt the courage of this earl on the battlefield. Many people who knew him thought he was fully qualified to get a blue max.

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Kornborg squatted on the reverse **** of the soil slope, raised his binoculars to observe the enemy's movements, and then turned his head back and loudly issued orders to the men in the foxhole by the soil slope: "Hold on! Let them go. Three hundred meters, you must aim before shooting."

"Yes, sir." The non-commissioned officers began to relay orders, and the soldiers adjusted the moving gauge of the rifle to the 300-meter position.

After the French soldiers ran for a short distance, with a sharp whistle, they began to chant Ula to charge forward.

"Fire!" Kuhnberg called out loudly.

The German army began to shoot at the oncoming French army. The muzzle of a dozen mg08 water-cooled machine guns sprayed light blue smoke, and the battlefield reverberated with dullness, like the sound of a hammer hitting a steel block. Clang. A swarm of Mauser bullets swept across the formation of the French army. The soldier who was shot fell to the ground without a word. The wounded wailed bitterly while covering their wounds. The officers and non-commissioned officers waved their pistols, kicked and lay down. The soldiers hiding in the field drag them up and move on.

The German machine guns began to fire continuously. The French army had an absolute advantage in numbers. They were driven forward by the officers, and the commanders seemed indifferent to the losses they suffered. The field in front of the position is now full of the remains of French soldiers in blue coats, but the subsequent soldiers are still upright, holding the Lebel 1886 rifle, which can only hold three bullets in the magazine. With a meaningless roar, in the rain-soaked field, he charged towards the German army with one foot and one shallow.

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"We fought back five times, perhaps six charges. What's incomprehensible is that they used the same tactic from start to finish, which is to line up in a line for a wave charge." Dogen took a cup of coffee. Put it in front of Kuhnberg.

"French soldiers only went through some simple training before being sent to the battlefield. The officers had nothing to do. They couldn't make these soldiers perform more complicated tactics, and they lacked experienced first-line non-commissioned officers." Weierle said Two cubes of sugar were placed in the coffee, and then the sugar bowl was pushed to the Kuhnberg sitting at the table.

"Thank you, Your Excellency General." Kuhnborg nodded gracefully in thanks.

"Even so, we can't hold on for long. Casualties are still secondary, and most of the ammunition we carry has been consumed. When the enemy’s artillery entered the position, the situation on the battlefield immediately fell into a turn. "Dougan stirred the coffee in front of him with a silver spoon.

"How did you think about it, Count Kuhnborg." Weirler lowered his head and took a sip of coffee.

"To be honest, I have forgotten what I thought at the time, Your Excellency General. It is the mission and responsibility of soldiers to fight against the enemy and sacrifice for the country." Kuhnberg said calmly.

"Then what are you doing now for? Mr. Earls. You pretend to be a British reporter... I don’t ask what happened to the real Mr. Henry. I just want to know, why did you In doing so, you are deliberately trying to get close to the head of state, for what purpose." Weierle put down the coffee cup.

"I believe in Colonel Dogen’s assessment that you may have been a hero on the battlefield. But... as long as you are a person, it is possible to change. I have witnessed too many similar things. I have seen How did a patriot finally turn into a traitor?" Weierle reached out and stroked the tablecloth countertop, a sad expression in his eyes. The scene of Kanaris when he was shot, once again appeared in front of him.

"I think I understand what you mean, General Weierle, whether you believe it or not, I am definitely not a traitor. In fact, when I set out, I was ready to be seen through by you, but let me To my surprise, I was able to rely on this botched disguise to successfully get into the press conference venue. At that time, I was less than 20 meters away from von Steid, and Colonel Dogen should know that I was an excellent shooter. , There is no need to fire a second shot at this distance." Kuhnborg rubbed his finger on the hot stamping handle of the coffee cup.

"Are you carrying a weapon?" Weierle asked with a frown.

"No, but the reporters brought all the typewriters in. Would it be difficult to carry a pistol?" Kuhnberg replied with a smile.

"This is a serious loophole and it must never happen again, Daogen." Weirler turned his face to look at Daogen.

"There will never be a second time, I promise, General." Daogen replied respectfully.

"Well, Earl Kuhnborg, talk about your real intentions. Since you said it was not for the head of the Führer, then there should be other purposes, not necessarily for a dinner without money. Right." Weierle asked.

"Of course not for this meal. You are really mean, Your Excellency. As I said before, I am ready to be caught by you." Kuhnberg replied with a smile.

"You mean, you deliberately entered the Führer’s Mansion in order to be caught by us? God, do you know what kind of risk you are taking? Your Excellency, you are simply taking your own life. Just kidding, if it wasn't for Colonel Dogen to recognize you today, you should now be hanged in the basement of the General Security Bureau and tortured by the Gestapo." Weierle's eyes widened, the answer was beyond his expectation. .

"I know what you are talking about, and I have been prepared. But in order to complete my plan, it is worth taking some risks." Kuhnberg replied.

"Plans? Do you still have plans? Yes, of course you should have a plan." Daogen nodded in agreement.

"Well, you have confused me, Mr. Earl, what do you want to do." Weierle held up his coffee.

"I want to be here, with the help of your strength, to complete my own salvation, my lord general." Kuhnberg replied solemnly.

"Redemption?" Weierle frowned.

"Yes, I want to save my country, my relatives, and myself. Your Excellency, I don't have a second way to choose." Kuhnberg replied loudly.

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"We don't have a second path to choose!" Kuhnborg squatted down beside Daogen's foxhole, his uniform covered with black mud.

"This is the fate of the third battalion. My people and I will calmly face the arrival of the last moment. But this is not the fate of you and your subordinates. I am sorry to have you involved in this battle, Sergeant Dogen. I will lead the remaining soldiers to the last moment, and your mission has been completed. Now someone must report the situation to the rear. I am worried that some troops will not be able to withdraw across the river in time. Someone will send them out. Warning, otherwise they may be attacked by the French army." Kuhnberg said loudly to Dogen, then he took the Bavarian Military Cross from the collar and stuffed it into Dogen's hands.

"Take this medal, give it to my family, and tell her how I died in the battle without tarnishing the honor of the Kunborg family. You are the best non-commissioned officer I have ever seen, you You shouldn't die in this place."

"I refuse, Major. You can ask a soldier to do this, like Haynes, who is only seventeen years old."

"Haynes is dead in battle, Dogen. Now take your men and leave immediately. This is my last order." Kuhnberg's tone was severe.

"But..."

"No, but, execute the order now~IndoMTL.com~Sergeant." Kuhnborg shouted.

"Damn it! Major, you are such a bastard!" Daogen shouted, and he stuffed the medal into the inner pocket of his uniform.

"For the sake of seeing God soon, I won't hold you accountable for insulting the officer, sergeant." Kuhnborg stood up and strode towards the slope.

"Everyone is ready to fight!" The major drew his pistol from his holster.

"Bert! Klein! GreenDoug! You guys come with me." Daogen looked back at the Major's back, then rolled over and climbed out of the foxhole, calling his troops down loudly.

ps: I don’t know what went wrong today, and I can’t enter the writer's area. I said that the password was wrong, which really scared me. It took a long time to complete the modification.

I promised everyone a big chapter, four thousand words, it counts as one chapter.

Thank you for your understanding, it should be able to update normally tomorrow.

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