Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 8: Hydra (Part 1)

　　 "Assault!" Snyder stood upright on the tank tower and roared. He led his only remaining thirteen tanks into the thick cloud of smoke. Behind the thick fog were four Ten powerful French tanks.

　　 At the moment Snyder rushed into the wall of fog, a strange feeling emerged in Snyder's heart. The pungent smoke, fire, metal impact, the soldiers' wailing, scenes before him made him feel so. The strangeness is so familiar. He suddenly felt that the current situation seemed to have been experienced before. He had participated in similar battles, in his grandfather's arms, on the yellowed pages, in his dreams.

　　 One hundred Germanic warriors wearing armors covered with animal skins, brandishing sharp swords and heavy battle axes, roared and rushed towards the phalanx of thousands of Roman heavy infantry. Behind them is the tribe. Old and weak women and children who are retreating. For the sake of their family and ethnic group, the soldiers have no hesitation. Everyone has only one thought in his heart. Before he falls, he must let the enemy shed more blood. Snyder was with them, and he could even feel the peace and tranquility of the moment when the Roman dagger pierced his body.

　　 Five hundred Germanic knights straddling their horses, wearing hard and cold iron armor, wielding the knight’s epee and holding up their spears, roaring and charging, and the black cross on the snowy white wind flutters in the wind, before them is Twenty thousand elite Muslim cavalry, behind which are the broken walls of Jerusalem. For the glory of the knights, in order to protect the things they must guard, the Germanic knights did not hesitate to attack the death god, Snyder was with them, and fought **** battles for faith, only to be inlaid with luxury. The gem's Persian scimitar slashed under the horse.

　　 The blood in Snyder's heart began to boil, just like his ancestors. If he had the same brave and brave blood flowing in him, he would not retreat. For the honor of the warrior, for the great motherland, he was like Like his ancestors, they sneered and charged towards death.

　　 "Sir! We finally arrived. The forward unit sent a report and found that the French armored unit, our company is still fighting!" Dougan turned his head from his electromechanical seat and said loudly, his The voice was full of excitement and relief.

　　 "Oh? Really?" Xu Jun opened his eyes slowly, and he let out a big breath in a very unmannered manner.

　　 "Come over the communication, I want to talk to Kasnet." The German head of state was sitting on the small tank captain's seat while rubbing his eyes while stretching his waist: "This sleep is really comfortable! "

　　 Xu Jun has now discovered a good way not only to vent his mental pressure, but also to activate his brain activities by the way. The young German head of state is passionately obsessed with sitting in a tank. The enclosed environment of the tank, the roaring engine, the strong smell of oil, and even the steady trembling of the car body while driving, all made Xu Jun feel a sense of home, familiar and kind, and unparalleled sense of security.

　　 What makes his subordinates feel incomprehensible is that in that steel monster that can shake their bones away, their young master can fall asleep peacefully, which makes them have to again I was amazed at the special aptitude of this officer.

　　 Since Xu Jun discovered the benefits of tanks, the luxury heavy-duty cars prepared by the High Command for the Führer were almost half laid off. As long as it was not in a hurry, the German Führer refused to take transportation other than tanks. No one objected to the strange hobby that the Führer suddenly had, and a large number of military officers even welcomed it, including Xu Jun’s chief deputy Brigadier General Hans. For Hans, the Führer chose one. The most reassuring means of transportation. It seems to be the case. For people like Xu Jun who have been conspired for several times, there is no safer means of transportation than tanks. Xu Jun's adjutant group agreed with all of them, although Hans and the others have not yet adapted to ride in such an exaggerated vehicle.

　　 And the staid Marshals and generals of the command department also miraculously did not express any opposition. In their eyes, Xu Jun is the first example of all soldiers, a soldier among the soldiers, and then a head of state. And for a distinguished German marshal, there is no more suitable seat than a majestic tank. Commander-in-chief of the Army Feng. Marshal Brausic also said that if it weren’t for their old bones, they would never be able to stand up anymore, they would have long wanted each of them to get a car on the streets, and they didn’t know if this old guy was telling the truth He still wanted to take the opportunity to flatter and get close, but seeing the sly smile on the old man's face, Xu Jun felt that the latter was most likely.

　　 "Major Casnet, this is Reinhardt." Xu Jun put on his headset and pulled the microphone to his mouth.

　　 "Report the situation ahead immediately."

　　 "Oh, sir." Casnet reported loudly in the headset: "French tanks were found ahead of forty vehicles. There was a lot of smoke on the battlefield, but we were still able to tell that. It is the main force of the French armored regiment. Our tank company is engaged in close combat with the French tanks, and they have already rushed into the opponent’s formation. We still don’t know their loss, and I’m trying to contact them. Ask for instructions."

　　 "Let's attack immediately! All the French tanks must be wiped out, and they must not be allowed to escape one. The forward you lead immediately circled the enemy's flank." Xu Jun faintly ordered.

　　 "Yes, sir. But what about the tank company, do you let them get out of the battle and return."

　　 "Absolutely can't do this! Do you want them to expose their fragile tail in front of the French?" Xu Jun's voice rose high, and he ordered loudly. "After contacting them, let them attack with all their strength, penetrate the French tank formation, and escape the battlefield from behind the French. The rest is our performance."

　　 "Yes, sir."

　　 "Fetch me General Guderian." Xu Jun ordered Daogen.

　　 "Yes, sir." Daogen operated the radio quickly.

　　 "I got in touch, sir."

　　 "Very good." Xu Jun toggled the communicator switch on the headset cord.

　　"General Guderian, this is Reinhardt."

　　 "Your Excellency, I am Guderian, I ask for instructions." Guderian replied loudly.

　　 "Oh, oh my lord, you can't relax a little bit." Xu Jun scratched his head and smiled bitterly. Xu Jun never understood why Guderian was so nervous when he saw him, every time he was stretched like Gen Gong-hyun. Xu Junshen was afraid that one day the German armor genius would break, and this would be an immeasurable loss for himself.

　　 "Sorry, I will try my best, my head." Guderian replied still that loudly.

　　 "It seems that this guy is out of treatment." Xu Jun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

　　 "General, I don't think I will use it to explain anything to you. Let's start fighting, and let me see the true strength of you, the chief of the armored soldiers who is highly regarded by the soldiers."

　　 "Yes, head of state. I won't let you down again." Guderian replied decisively.

　　 "That's good, I look forward to your performance, my director." Xu Jun smiled and cut off the communication.

　　 "I think Lord Guderian is serious this time. I have never heard him promise anything with such a firm tone. I have never seen him like this before the implementation of the yellow plan." Daogen said loudly. Speaking of.

　　"Yes, it seems that the French are going to suffer this time. I think this time our director will definitely vent all the grudges he has accumulated before on these French people at once. Haha, It makes people shudder to think about it." Randolph said with a smile while sitting in the driver's seat, pulling the joystick hard.

　　 "Open your tank, you are not qualified to comment on the general, you still have to be careful not to let us fall into the pit." Dougan interjected in a gloomy voice, with explicit threats, if not He was separated from Randolph by the radio and the engine dashboard. Colonel Dougan really wanted to give Randolph a look. This guy is getting smaller and smaller. He even dared to make a joke about a senior general in front of the Führer. After Gen decided to go back, he must give himself, an idiot deputy, a good military lesson.

　　"I see, I see, Colonel, you can still trust my skills. How many times have you seen me drive a tank into a ditch. Ah, the tank battalion of General Guderian has started to accelerate, the Führer Your Excellency." Randolph also found that his previous remarks were a bit out of character, and he quickly changed the subject.

　　 "Your Excellency, Chief of Staff Weiller wants to talk to you. He wants to know when his troops will go into battle." Daogen shouted to Xu Jun.

　　 "Come here... Oh, is it Weierle? This is Reinhardt." Xu Jun said loudly.

　　 "Sir, my troops are ready for battle, and I request instructions for the next step." Weirler said triumphantly on the radio.

　　 "Haha, I didn't expect you to be so combative too."

　　 "Don't say that, sir, isn't it just time to catch up. Besides, I have never commanded such a powerful firepower. I heard that there are not too many Frenchmen in front of you..."

　　 "Because the number is not large, we don't need to do it. I have handed the French people to Guderian to clean up. Let's look at it easily." Xu Jun's face was revealed. Smiling, I didn't expect that the chief of staff, who has always appeared in the image of a sinister and cunning old fox, also has a passionate side.

　　 "Oh, I see, everything is done according to your will." There was a hint of disappointment in Weierle's voice.

　　 "Are you disappointed? My Chief of Staff," Xu Jun asked with a smile.

　　 "Where is it, my head of state. I just think it's a pity that such a powerful unit can't participate in the battle, haha." The old fox concealed it with a dry smile.

　　"Don’t worry, we will have a chance to play. As long as Mueller and them can complete their turn according to my plan, we can launch the final fatal blow against the French. At that time, there will be opportunities for battle, like Now in a battle of this scale, even the appetizers are not even an appetizer, and we don’t even need to take action. Hydra’s fangs should always be at the enemy’s key."

　　"I understand, Lord Führer. It seems that I am impatient. It is indeed like you said. Now these little characters are not in Hydra's turn. I just want to see it showing its fangs to the enemy. .Hahahaha." The old fox ended the communication with a treacherous smile.

　　 Xu Jun pushed the hatch of the tank control tower at the beginning, and leaned out his upper body to look out of the car. The strong sunlight at noon reflected dazzling brilliance on the gorgeous armor plate of this tank. A total of seventy tanks lined up in three columns roared toward the battlefield ahead.

　　 All equipment of the tank battalion directly under the head of state is Martin. As Xu Jun's number one loyal dog, Borman managed it all by himself. This time, the governor had made a lot of money.

　　 Borman just heard Xu Jun casually mentioned that he wanted a beautiful team of guards like the Knights. He thought Xu Jun just wanted to show off his noble identity to the German citizens, or maybe This young head of state wanted to satisfy the nobles' liking for gorgeous things. Anyway, he never thought from the beginning that his young master might actually lead this army to the front. As a result, Borman Bo’s butler, who was able to satisfy his master’s requirements as the highest goal of adulthood, made this powerful armed force more like a guard of honor than a guard of honor.

　　 This direct tank battalion is decorated in an unparalleled conspicuous, and it is the kind that people will never forget after seeing it. Those originally ugly and murderous No. 3 and No. 4 tanks now look as gorgeous and delicate as works of art. In fact, Borman actually went to find a group of artists to participate in the decoration of these tanks.

　　 The thick armor plates of the tanks are covered with a beautiful silver-gray thin steel plate. Each side is polished and polished by a machine to be as smooth and shiny as a mirror. The edges of the steel plates are also inlaid and plated with yellow. The copper ivy lace is even more embarrassing. Even the gun barrel is covered with this beautiful brass decoration. The huge German chariot cross badge was fired in enamel and mounted on both sides of the turret with silver-plated chassis. The numbers of the chariots were baked on the turret with beautiful coral red enamel, and obviously they were all carefully polished and polished until those numbers could reflect the figures of people. Silvered Feng. The aristocratic coat of arms of the Steid family is inlaid on the front armor plate of the car body near the driver’s observation window. People who don’t know thought it was the factory logo of this tank. If you change it to a slightly slower response, maybe I have to ponder for a long time, thinking about when Rheinmetall changed its sign again.

　　 These tanks were heavily escorted from the German mainland to the temporary commander of the French front. Maybe the broad butler wanted to give his young master a surprise (surprise) until he uncovered the thickness. In front of the thick canvas, Xu Jun didn't know that the tanks were made into this way.

　　 So the Boda Butler succeeded in completely exceeding the target to get the effect he wanted, and these gleaming tanks shocked the entire command team's jaw on the spot.

　　 Just as the generals and marshals of the command were bent over to pick up their chins, the German head of state had already entered a crash state. The blow that Borman gave his young master this time was not uncommon, and Xu Jun stared blankly at the group of dazzling tanks.

　　 The Boda Butler’s report mentioned that some appropriate modifications were made to these tanks. Xu Jun always thought it was just a little processing on the paint or logo. He just wanted a new team of tanks to be the core force of his newly formed army. But he never expected that what he received turned out to be such a thing, and the so-called appropriate modification turned out to be such a big hand. These tanks are decorated as gorgeous as a noble carriage, which makes people feel so pleasing to the eye.

　　 The first thought in Xu Jun’s heart was to take it, and to take it thoroughly. The Germans are indeed a nation that can push everything to the extreme. Weapons can be made into works of art. He pounded his chest and sighed and sighed~IndoMTL.com~ And his second thought was that the **** Borman must be trying to kill me. Does he want to rebel?

　　 Let myself lead such a group of tanks to the battlefield, is it basically shouting at the enemy and firing at me? Such a conspicuous target can only be seen in the world. The generals and marshals who were looking at themselves watched the tanks with admiration, and at the same time they carefully stroked the gorgeous armor plates with their mouths, and Xu Jun's anger stopped.

　　 What kind of thing is this, is it possible that I really want to drive these crafts to the battlefield. Xu Jun almost wanted to throw these tanks back to Germany and rebuild them, but now time does not allow him to do so. No matter what, these things are essentially precision killing machines, and they are a weapon he urgently needs now. In order to realize the current plan, Xu Jun had to give up the idea of ​​returning the goods.

　　 Xu Jun looked at these shining big guys, while greeting the ancestors of Boda Butler in his heart. However, after seeing the gorgeous artwork for a while, Xu Jun’s anger began to fade slowly. The appearance of those tanks is really flattering, they look so gorgeous and beautiful, which makes his little vanity really feel so satisfying.

　　 Now the young dictator feels that he doesn't need to be angry about these little things. Besides, maybe these gorgeous big guys can really be useful in future battles.

　　In Xu Jun’s thoughts, the most magnificent dragon head in the Hydra Corps in the future, and the most prominent head of the German army, directly under the tank battalion, was on the stage of war.