Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 37: Play against (1)

"Disenhofen, is there any news from Cherbourg?"

"Not yet, Master Xue Shit is continuing to contact, my head. The fastest update []"

Disenhofen took over the scepter and military cap from Xu Jun's hand, and then quickly opened the door to the head of state's office.

"I see. Let me know as soon as there is news."

"Yes, my head."

Xu Jun rubbed one temple and walked slowly towards his huge desk.

"By the way, Disenhofen."

The young head of state stopped.

"Yes, my head of state."

The same young adjutant puffed out his chest.

"Bring us some drinks, I want a cup of hot tea, how many of you?"

Xu Jun turned his head and looked at Weierle, who was about to sit down on the sofa. Now the chief of staff, your Excellency, was standing there, looking a little funny.

"Like you, my head of state, I also want a cup of tea."

Under the influence of Xu Jun, His Excellency the Chief of Staff has become a staunch member of the Green Tea Club of the Head of State Base Camp.

"Dogan?"

Xu Jun looked at Daogen.

"Coffee, my head."

The colonel of the SS standing by the hearth held his head high as always, and there was a rare embarrassment on that extremely cool poker face.

As a senior member of the Base Camp Coffee Club, the firm Daogen is also firm in his tastes and habits.

"A pot of green tea, a pot of coffee, Disenhofen."

"Yes, my head."

The deputy of life respectfully nodded to everyone in the room and then closed the office door.

"How did you like the meeting just now?"

Xu Jun walked to the desk and sat down.

"It is perfect, my head of state, your speech has suppressed all the officers."

Weirler twisted his waist comfortably on the sofa.

"Hmm...Is it..."

Xu Jun casually picked up a document from the desk and flipped through it.

"You seem a little dissatisfied? My head of state."

Weirler quickly sat upright, he asked carefully.

"How do you say it, maybe."

Xu Jun grouped the documents in his hand, and then casually threw it into the wastebasket by the wall.

"It's another piece of false information."

Xu Jun explained with a smile to the puzzled chief of staff.

"For today's meeting, I really cannot express my satisfaction, although on the surface we did get what we wanted."

Xu Jun stood up and walked towards Weierle.

"I don't understand something, can you explain it? My head of state."

"The generals and marshals have not really been persuaded by me. Just look at their eyes. I also know that it is impossible to solve all problems in one meeting, especially ideological differences. , It is difficult to correct it in a short time."

Xu Jun sat down on the sofa, Weierle quickly moved aside and sat a little away, and the head of state stretched out happily.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. We finally got them to reach an agreement on strategic issues today. This is already a leap. I hope that the harmonious working atmosphere like today can be maintained until the end of the war."

Xu Jun scratched his head and picked up his delicate cigar box from the coffee table.

"This is inevitable under your leadership, my head of state."

Doogen walked to Xu Jun and took out a lighter to light a cigarette for his head of state, and then he pulled a chair and sat at the coffee table.

"Do you think so? Dogen?"

Xu Jun tilted his head and smiled and looked at his faithful adjutant.

"Yes...I think so, my head of state."

The third color appeared on Dougan's poker face for an unprecedented time.

"Hehe, I trust your judgment, Daogen."

Xu Jun said with a smile while biting his cigar.

"Führer, your drink."

Disenhofen took the opportunity to push a dining trolley and appeared at the door, successfully freeing the strong Colonel Daugen from the embarrassment.

"In addition, Cherbourg sent the first telegram, my head of state."

After skillfully putting the beverage pot from the dining car on the coffee table, Disenhofen respectfully placed a document in front of Xu Jun.

"Oh, thank you, Disenhofen."

Xu Jun opened the folder and read it carefully.

"How is the situation? My head of state."

Weirler made a cup of tea for Xu Jun.

"The intelligence of the Eye of Odin is correct and it has been turned on fire."

Xu Jun handed the document to Weierle, then picked up the teacup and tasted the tea leisurely.

"It seems that you have hit Churchill's weakness again this time, my head of state."

Weirler read the document quickly, then smiled and handed it to Daogen, who craned his neck curiously.

"Let the fat man on the other side cry, I hope he will get used to wearing a handkerchief."

Xu Jun smiled and picked up the tea cup and Weirler gently clinked it.

"What do you think, Daogen."

Willer looked at Daogen with a teacup, and he found Daogen was stunned at the telegram.

" Colonel Dogen, what's wrong, is there anything wrong?"

Weirler put down his teacup and asked suspiciously.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir, I am lost."

Dougan smiled apologetically at Weierle.

"What are you thinking about? Daogen."

Xu Jun asked curiously.

"I was thinking before, I wish I could be there. I am a little jealous of the commander who directed this operation."

"Dogan."

Xu Jun picked up the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee to the flattered adjutant.

"My dear friend, you don't need to be jealous. To be honest, you are not suitable for that kind of work, because you are too honest compared to that guy."

"That guy? My head of state."

Doogen blinked suspiciously.

"Yeah, that guy..."

"Sir, we caught a big fish this time!"

Sergeant Wolf shouted excitedly.

"Yes, it's huge."

His officer replied with a grim smile, and he seemed to be in a really good mood now.

This guy who can attach a suffix of hideousness to a smile is actually not ugly, and it can be classified as handsome.

A face with sculptural firm lines, a pair of beautiful lake-green eyes and piercing eyebrows, a short white and golden hair, soft to a delicate lip line and a slightly upturned chin.

In general, this is a face that is extremely lethal to women, especially to those girls who like to dream of knights.

However, in the eyes of his men, this is the face of a demon, which should only exist in **** and the most terrifying nightmares, especially when he starts to show his charming smile.

Except for those close to him, everyone will admit that that kind of smile is quite attractive.

Sometimes his friends and subordinates will be grateful that this demon is on his side, because no one wants to see him in the enemy group, it will be a lifelong nightmare.

"Free shooting, let the infantry press up on the flanks, they can't run now."

The imposing demon screamed happily, and the mp38 in his hand continued to sing cheerfully. The bright muzzle flame coated his slightly paler handsome face with a layer of gold.

"Suppress that machine gun and kill it!"

"Communications! Tell the second squad that they must defend their position. Many enemies are moving towards them. Tell them that they must defend the intersection, otherwise I will go personally!"

"Yes, sir."

The signal soldier involuntarily fought a cold war, and he quickly stood at attention and answered loudly.

"Attention!"

The officer slammed the messenger’s neckline and squatted down. A string of bullets struck the scared poor soldier’s helmet against the log wall behind the bunker, and suddenly a wave rose from the fortification. Smoke mixed with sawdust and dust.

"Uh...Uh...Thank you, thank you sir."

The horrified signal soldier looked back at the string of bullet holes in the log that were still braving. He got up from the ground embarrassedly, shaking his legs while stammering thanks to the officer who saved his life.

"Those **** **** are good at shooting, I don't want your foolish brains to stain my beautiful uniform. What are you standing here doing stupidly? Why don't you give my order, kid."

"Yes, yes, sir."

The signal soldier rushed out of this shelter quickly.

"Recruits..."

The officer shook his head and spat on the ground.

"What did you guys say to the army? Since yesterday, they have avoided me like the plague."

The young officer swept another bullet towards the bunker. He threw the empty gun to the side, and then raised the telescope to look at the enemy in the distant night.

"Nothing, sir, we just talked to them about the last action."

Sergeant Wolf masterfully caught the submachine gun thrown by the officer, and he pulled out a new magazine from the magazine bag on his waist.

"Last time? Which time?"

The officer put down the binoculars suspiciously.

"The time in Belgium."

The sergeant unloaded the empty magazine, then neatly inserted the new magazine, and unhurriedly pulled the gun and loaded it.

"Oh, that's the thing. You guys don't blow too much. Those are still children. It's not good for them. Let them experience the battle by themselves."

After speaking, the officer raised his binoculars and looked out of the shelter.

The flares are swaying and falling slowly like the colored lights on a Christmas tree, casting green and yellow halos on the ground, and the originally weird bushes are even more distorted by this weird light. And ugly.

The opponent resisted very firmly. As an army in an ambush, their performance made their enemies admire.

Under the illumination of the flares, many people can be seen lying on the back of the low bushes and firing long and short shots facing here. The bright muzzle flames flicker one after another in the dark bushes. At the same time, tracer bullets flew like strips of light whip against the ground.

Some people were suppressed on the bare soil **** with only one layer of turf. Those British soldiers were stubbornly relying on the corpses of their dead comrades and shooting frantically at the enemy in the dark.

They were killed under the halo of the flares, where they had no terrain to use~IndoMTL.com~ Some British soldiers were digging foxholes frantically, and the officers could clearly see waving on the slopes. Infantry **** and splashed dirt. But there were still people screaming to join the ranks of the dead, becoming a bunker and sandbag for another comrade.

However, due to the night time, the German shooting still couldn't be as handy as the daytime, and the battle on the **** did not turn into a massacre.

It seems that the opponent has woken up from the chaos that began in the ambush, and the soldiers have been able to combine the terrain to launch an organized resistance. The superior quality of the opposing commander made this guy very satisfied, and at the same time he kept inciting this guy to fight. He suddenly looked forward to seeing the enemy that interests him face to face.

"The opponent’s training was pretty good. It seems that they did meet their peers. But they ran away without luck this time. They didn’t carry heavy weapons or air support. Although the automatic firepower was very strong, it meant Bullet consumption will also be very fast, try to solve the battle before dawn."

The handsome demon licked his lips excitedly.

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