Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 164: The Story of Kuhnberg (Part 1)

Xu Jun walked with his head up in the aisle of the imperial head of state. On the right side of the aisle is the back garden of the Prime Minister's Office. Through the tall glass partitions, you can see the square pool and bronze sculptures in front of the main building.

At the end of the aisle is a rectangular waiting room facing north-south. Two tall wooden doors leading to the head of state's office are opened side by side. As for why two identical side doors are built, it is only to mutually interact with the two side doors on the west side of the office. Correspondingly, it looks more symmetrical and beautiful.

The guard at the top of the corridor raised his arm to salute Xu Jun, and Disenhofen took a few steps forward and opened the side door for Xu Jun.

"Let the girls in the Secretariat go back to rest, and leave two stenographers on duty." Xu Jun walked into his head of state office, took off his military cap, and placed it with the marshal's scepter. On the oak map table on the north side of the room.

"Allow someone to prepare a small meeting room. You can ask if Schlumberg and Müller are there." Xu Jun walked to his desk and sat down.

There is a small meeting room on the west side of the Imperial Chancellery near the annex building. It has not been used when Hitler was in power. It should be said that the meeting room of the Imperial Chancellery is used as a decoration most of the time. Yes, since Hitler became the supreme dictator of the Third Reich, there has never been a cabinet meeting in the Chancellery, because the ministers of the Empire only need to obey his will and orders. No one in Germany can control the thoughts of the head of state. Not even the closest Goring.

"Yes, my head of state." Disenhofen nodded to Xu Jun and Weierle, then turned and walked towards the front door of the office.

"Sit, Weierle." Xu Jun opened a drawer on the side of the desk and took two clean cups from it. He pointed to the high-back chair in front of the desk and motioned Weierle to sit down.

"Tell me what you found, that...Kornberg, it's called this name..." Xu Jun opened the door of a low cabinet by the table and took out a crystal wine from inside. bottle. The imperial head pulled out the cork on the crystal wine bottle, poured some golden wine into the glass, and then pushed the glass in front of Weierle.

"Yes, his full name is Marvin Ulysses Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, my head of state." Weierle picked up the glass and told Xu Jun I owe my thanks.

"Graf? He is an earl?" Xu Jun poured himself a little brandy. He is not addicted to alcohol, and occasionally drinks a small glass during office work to help him relax.

As mentioned in the previous article, the Weimar Republic abolished all the privileges of the German nobles. In order to appease those noble families with ancient heritage, the government allowed the nobles to keep the von identity symbol in their names and add their respective titles to their names. , This is also the last remaining honor of these nobles.

"The Kuhnberg family has a long history and existed before the Principality of Bavaria was established." Weierle replied.

"Well, go on, Weierle." Xu Jun took a sip of brandy and put the glass on the desk.

"Kornberg was very cooperative. I think his words are very credible, my head of state." Weierle carefully placed the cup on the edge of the table.

"What evidence is there to prove that he is not lying? Weirle." Xu Jun picked up half of the extinguished cigar from the ashtray, looked at the sign on it, and then reached out and took it aside Matchbox.

"I can’t show evidence, my head of state. This is entirely based on my personal judgment. There is no need for Kuhnberg to fabricate such a lie. It’s not good for him, because it’s too easy to see through. He knows very well how severe punishment will be if he deceived us." Weierle replied.

"Understood, please continue, Weierle." Xu Jun struck a match, lit half of the cigar, and then threw the nearly exhausted match into the ashtray.

"He told a rather bizarre story, my head, I can only repeat what he said to you as much as possible. As for the content of the story, I think with your wisdom, it should be possible to tell the truth or not. "Weirle said respectfully.

"Hmm." Xu Jun was noncommittal, only nodding slightly in response.

"The story starts with the Second Battle of the Marne in 1918. You should know that battle. At that time, the Second Army was divided and flanked by a heavy French army on the south bank, and the frontline troops suffered heavy losses. "Weirler reported.

After Dogen and his men left, Kuhnberg led the remaining officers and soldiers, relying on that simple defensive position, and repelled three consecutive French infantry attacks, but then the French heavy artillery Entering the battlefield, Kuhnborg's position was violently bombarded by French heavy artillery.

Apart from the hellish barbed wire jungle of World War I, what impressed the soldiers the most was probably the heavy artillery bombardment like a nightmare.

At that time, the casting technology of European large-caliber artillery was quite developed. Compared with World War II, what was lacking was only more advanced sighting and fire control methods. Because of the artillery technology and tactics, the heavy artillery in World War I could not achieve the precise bombardment of the target like in World War II. In addition, the complicated trench system built by both sides effectively reduced the probability of the artillery killing soldiers. Therefore, it is often only possible to use cover artillery as a means of warfare, and increase the number of firepower projections to improve the killing efficiency.

The French army is equipped with a lot of San Shamon M1915 155mm cannons, with a range of up to 9,300 meters and a warhead weighing 43.5 kilograms. Kuhnborg’s infantry battalion quickly learned the power of this terrible weapon. Although they are all battlefield veterans, they know how to deal with shelling. When the problem is that the position is too simple, there is not much anti-cannon. effect.

The shock wave swept across the position with shrapnel, and the explosion shook the mud on the side of the foxhole. Some soldiers were buried alive in his hiding place, and the ones who were directly hit were broken bones, fragments of human tissues, and lifted mud. Together they were thrown to a height of fifty meters. The machine gun was blown into the sky by the shock wave like wheat stalks, and a long canvas belt was dragged behind him. Ammunition and weapon parts mixed with soil and gravel were scattered in all directions, and the helmets on the soldiers' heads clinked.

Although only two rounds of shelling lasted for about 15 or six seconds, Kuhnborg knew clearly in his heart that his infantry battalion was finished.

A shell fell about ten meters in front of the foxhole where Kuhnborg was hiding. The explosion caused serious damage to the earl’s hearing. Both of his eardrums were broken by air pressure. The blood flowed from the earholes and ran down the cheeks onto the uniform. The air was filled with a pungent sulphur smell, and the acid gas mixed with moisture stimulated the soldiers' eyes and respiratory tracts. The exposed skin felt like a fire-like sting.

The German soldiers temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. Kuhnberg knew this, and the French also knew that the French soldiers were launching a new round of assault on the German positions, although the count could not hear the other party’s Shouting, but he could feel that the crisis was approaching, and the enemy might be close at hand.

At this last moment, the major threw away the Ruger pistol that had already been empty, and drew out the command knife left by his grandfather. Immediately, a French infantryman wearing a blue coat appeared on the top of the slope. This French second-class soldier was wearing a Lebel rifle with a long bayonet at an oblique end, screaming loudly and rushing along the **** to stand at the bottom of the slope. The German Major.

Although Kuhnberg’s gray uniform is full of black mud, and the officer’s mark is not visible at all, but the high riding boots on his feet, the pistol holster at his waist, and the shiny officer’s command knife in his hand are finished. He completely exposed his identity.

Kornberg’s ears could not hear any sound, and the damage to his eardrums also affected his balance ability. It may be accompanied by some minor concussions. Fortunately, this French soldier is a rookie and obviously has not received much bayonet fighting training. Kuhnberg leaned awkwardly to avoid the opponent's stab, and used a sharp command knife to accurately pierce the opponent's neck.

At this moment, the surviving German soldiers on the ground are also carrying their weapons, making the final struggle for survival, and **** hand-to-hand combat is in full swing on this small ground. But the French army had an absolute advantage in numbers. Although the German officers and soldiers resisted desperately, they soon fell under the siege of the enemy. What surprised the French was that until the last German soldier was stabbed, there was no enemy. Surrender to yourself.

Kornberg fought until the end. He was treated as a big fish by the French army. Although he covered several bayonet injuries, none of them were fatal. In the end, he fell due to excessive blood loss and fatigue. Down, before falling into a coma, he still held the handle of the commanding knife tightly in his hand.

"Kuhnberg was captured by the French army. Because of his serious injuries, he was sent to the French Army Hospital in Paris for treatment~IndoMTL.com~Weirle took a glass of brandy and moistened his throat.

"This is very easy to verify. It allows the French side to call up the records at the time.....this...the French should have a record...Weirle." The head of state tilted his head. The tone was a little hesitant, not that he didn't believe Kuhnborg's confession, it was really not very reliable on the French side.

"Medical records should be available. The French are more serious in this regard." Weierle replied respectfully.

"Well, then what happened next." Xu Jun took a sip of the cigar and slowly exhaled light white smoke.

"The treatment of captured German officers by the French has always been very good. Kuhnborg was treated well in line with his rank and rank, especially when the French knew that he was an earl, they gave him a lot of special Take care. He quickly recovered from his injury and was discharged from the hospital, and then transferred to a prisoner-of-war camp on the outskirts of Paris, where he met a man who...how do you say, completely changed his fate." Weierle shrugged Speaking of the shoulder.

"Go on, Weierle, go on." The head of the empire put out the cigar head in the ashtray, then lifted the glass, raised his head and drank the remaining brandy.

"My head, have you heard of the Illuminati organization before?" Weierle leaned forward with a mysterious expression on his face.

"The illumination meeting?" Xu Jun was stunned when he heard the words, and his hand holding the crystal wine bottle stopped in the air.

"Go on, Weierle." The imperial head immediately regained his composure. He held the bottle firmly and poured brandy into the glass.

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