Battle of the Third Reich

"Lieutenant, please explain to me, what the **** is going on!"

Dougan stared at the group of French officers and soldiers who were squatting in front of the position with his hands on his head and his head depressed. The leader of the SS division was now confused by the head. He could not understand why things changed. Into this.

"Sir, this... Actually speaking, I haven't figured out what happened." Dougan's reconnaissance team replied aside.

"It all happened so fast, and it was over before I even responded.

I was trying to lead the reconnaissance team to launch a harassing attack on them before retreating, but I did not expect that these Frenchmen immediately waved white flags to surrender as soon as they saw us. It seems that these French people may have been waiting for this opportunity. They have cooperated from beginning to end, and even the opportunity to let us shoot is not given to us.

I still can’t believe this is true. "The young recon team leader scratched his head and answered.

"So do you know why they surrendered?"

"Reporter, I don't know. I never asked."

"what!"

Dogen turned around quickly, and he said aloud with an unbelievable look: "You mean that you haven't figured out the reason and just accepted the other party's surrender in a muddled way, and confusedly These French are brought back!"

"It seems like this, sir...but they did surrender, sir." The captain of the reconnaissance didn't understand why the colonel was so surprised, he whispered innocently.

After hearing the second lieutenant's answer, Dougan couldn't help but secretly sighed, "God, I finally found a more stupid man than Randolph."

"By the way, why don’t you report such a big thing to the headquarters immediately and accept the enemy’s surrender without permission. Do you know how serious this error is? Also, you led a group of French soldiers without notice to the headquarters. On the front of the position, I really don't understand what you think, do you want to commit suicide?

If it weren’t for the watchman’s eyes to see the white flag in your car, I almost ordered the soldiers to fire, and you have already been blown into the sky by yourself. How do you tell me to write on your death notice? Do you want me to tell your family that you were shot and killed by yourself for an incredibly stupid reason?

I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation now. It is important to know that an officer who commits any of the previous mistakes is enough to send himself to a military prison. "Dougan said angrily.

"Sir... Sir, please listen to my explanation, Sir."

The cold sweat of the captain of the reconnaissance came down at the time, and he hurriedly replied: "It’s not that I don’t want to report to the command, it’s because the **** remote station in my car broke down at a critical moment, and the other car 'S remote station broke down last night, I really can't get in touch with you.

And I can't take a battalion of French captives to stay in place and wait for the radio station to fix it. I'm afraid that the French will change their minds after a long time. You know there are more than 500 people here, and I only have two 223 armored reconnaissance vehicles with two two-wheeled motorcycles, and a three-wheeled motorcycle. All together, there are only ten people. If they suddenly change their minds, we will start with us. , We may not even have the opportunity to rebel, and it will be hard to say who will capture who will be.

It is also impossible for us to come from the front of the position. This is the shortest way for us to return. We dare not take these 500 dangerous captives around most positions. I know this is very risky. A white flag was inserted on the roof of the car. I don't think our watchman can see these.

So there is a reason for this, sir, please understand my hardship to do so, sir. "The second lieutenant explained stuttering while wiping sweat.

"Is that so..."

Dougan squinted at the second lieutenant.

"Forget it, because you made a big contribution this time, it's fine this time. Go back and write a detailed report to me, and then go to the Gendarmerie to squat for three days in confinement. Don't make such mistakes next time. Also, I will report to the headquarters and ask for your help."

"Thank you very much, sir, everything is for Germany, sir." The lieutenant finally let out a breath.

"Oh, there is one more thing, sir, their commander asked to talk to you." The captain of the reconnaissance then reported.

"I'm so upset by you, if you don't say that I really forgot. Lieutenant, bring him up quickly, thank God, there is still something to ask."

Dougen straightened his military cap, pulled the hem of his military uniform, and then held his signature poker face against his chest, waiting for the surrendering French commander to arrive.

Soon, the captain of the reconnaissance led a French officer to Dougan.

"Reporter, the captain brought him. He claimed to be David of the 537th Infantry Battalion of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army. Edmund. Major Haldwin."

Then he said to the French major: "This is the commander you asked to see, Colonel Dougan."

The French official apparently did not expect that the German commander would be an SS officer. He looked at Dougan's black uniform with a stunned expression, and then looked at Dougan with a stiff expression to salute him.

"French Army Major David. Edmund. Haldwin, distinguished Colonel, I now lead my troops to surrender formally to you, and I hope you will give our prisoners the treatment they deserve."

"Oh, Major Hardwin."

Dougen didn't return the gift immediately, but tilted his head and looked up and down with interest at the French official.

To be honest, Dougan has seen many captured French officials before, but he surrendered voluntarily. This is the first one.

The French official appeared to be about forty-five or six years old, with a big round face, and a beautiful bazi under the same round nose, which looked a bit dignified.

Dougan didn't care much about this, and the young and old in the 40th and 50th years of the French government officials grabbed a lot. They are basically antiques left over from the last war, and their heads are still rigid at the level of the last war. Each of these magistrates is larger than a leader, and a small captain can look like a marshal. These proud Gaul roosters stood tall one after another in the captive camp, as if they were all Napoleon reincarnated.

The French major in front of Dougan now wears a French military officer’s barrel-shaped officer’s hat, and wears a dusty officer’s coat with no military rank logo on it. A full set of French armed belts was worn on the outside of the coat, but the above document bag and pistol have been confiscated, leaving only a large pistol holster and a kettle with a canvas jug hung diagonally on the waist .

Dougan turned his gaze to the officer’s feet. The major had a good pair of boots. Although it was covered with dirt and dust, according to the experience accumulated by Dougan who had been insisting on wiping his boots for decades, according to Now the market in Germany does not have four thousand marks. Don't want to buy a pair of workmanship and leather like this.

With a move in Dougen's heart, he turned around and looked again and again at the so-called major. In the end, the attentive SS colonel raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. It seems that he caught a big fish this time.

"Nice to meet you, Honorable General."

Dougan smiled and raised his hand uprightly for a military salute.

"what...."

The French official shivered slightly, but he immediately concealed his gaffe and said to Dogen with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Colonel, what did you say before, I am a major, not what General. Oh, it seems that you must have made a mistake. Do you think I look like a French general? And how could a French general surrender to you so easily, you must have made a mistake. I am a major. , The battalion commander of this battalion, huh..."

Although the officer disguised himself well, he fell into Dougen's eyes for an instant, and from the beginning he trembling slightly to Dougen to make sure his guess was correct.

Although this French fat man is full of pleasing smiles on his face, it seems that he can't be combined with a general, but Dogen sees things that others can't see from those twinkling small eyes, that is fear , Doubt, with a trace of expectation, a fluke, and even a trace of cunning. Dougan couldn't believe that so many things could be read from a person's eyes, which made him more firm in his thoughts. The guy with such a pair of eyes would definitely not be a simple character.

"My excellency, I advise you to stop acting with me."

Dougan nodded elegantly to the other party, and then said with a smile: "Your military uniform has betrayed you. Although you ripped off the embroidery on the military cap, I can still find a slight trace on it, not to mention This exquisite stitch is definitely not the kind of mass-produced ordinary military hat.

Also, although your coat is made in the French military, this kind of craft is definitely not something that military factories can do, and it is definitely hand-sewn by a special person. Although you have removed the military rank logo above, those traces are still there. Generally, only officers above the rank of French will wear the logo at these locations. There used to be a national knight medal.

And your armband and your leather boots are also specially customized, the kind of lambskin is very expensive. Of course, these are just my speculations. You might say that these do not prove anything. You are just a wealthy ordinary military officer. But since you have surrendered to us, I hope you can be honest with us otherwise. . . . "

Dougan sneered at the French officer, then took off his military cap and gently wiped his glittering SS cap emblem with his fingers.

The French official's eyes moved back and forth with Dougan's fingers on the horrible skull mark, and the expression of fear began to appear in his eyes, but he immediately calmed down again.

"You can't treat me like that. I'm a prisoner of war. You have to abide by the Geneva Conventions. I have my power..."

"Very good, General, as long as you tell us the truth, I use my personality guarantee, you will get all the treatment you deserve." Dougan said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's great, but are there any personality of you SS officers?" The French official replied coldly with a sneering tone.

This vicious remark by the French angered all the SS officers present at the scene. If they had not seen Colonel Dougan show no reaction, more than half of them had already rushed to prepare to let the French fat man know what the SS was. Iron fist, and some officers began to slowly put his hand on the waist holster.

The French official did not care about the anger of the German official. He shook his head gently, shrugged his shoulders and said in a helpless tone: "Since this is the case, I will not cover up anymore. See I'm really a flat-footed actor."

He readjusted his military cap, tightened the coat button of his coat, and his eyes began to flash proudly. He raised his head and said aloud to Dougan: "Then introduce yourself again. I am the French Army. Forty-two infantry division commander, Jean. Louis. Major General Dvael. Colonel Dougan, now you are satisfied, you can immediately go to your master and ask for help, you have caught a French general."

Then he glanced contemptuously at the German officials around him, and then said: "I hope you can fulfill your promise and give me and my men the treatment they deserve, and there are some wounded among my people. Need immediate treatment, I hope you can arrange treatment for them. Don’t forget, you have guaranteed it with your personality."

"of course."

Dougan nodded solemnly, and turned to command his subordinates: "Give these French soldiers to the military police to give them food and water. The injured are sent to the field hospital for treatment. What are you doing! Perform me The command!"

"Observe, sir." The men responded and hurried towards the position.

Dougan turned back to Major General Dewael and said, "And you, my respected general, please come with me."

"Wait a minute, please tell me where do you want to take me?" Deva Al asked aloud.

"Don't worry, my respected general. I'm taking you to see the Supreme Commander now. I think he will have many questions to ask you." Dougan answered with a smile.

"Supreme Commander, you...you're not talking about that person, God's Apostle..." Deva Al said in surprise.

"You are right, I will take you to see him now, to see our great head of Germany, the apostle of God."

"Dougan, this is what you said earlier. Louis. Major General Deva Al."

Xu Jun sat behind the desk and asked Dougan lightly, he looked at the gray-faced French official in front of him with curious eyes. Like Dougan, he was the first time he saw a French official who surrendered voluntarily.

In the past, most French prisoners were mostly beaten by the German squad and were urged to surrender. Or they were caught in combat, but because those French officials generally ran fast, and those who ran slowly were often killed, so they rarely caught live in combat. This is the first person to surrender without doing so.

"Yes, my head of state, this is the division commander of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army that we surrendered, Jean. Louis. Major General Devaal." Dougan replied respectfully.

"Oh, please sit down, Your Excellency General." Xu Jun said to Deva Air with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Head of State." Deva Al revealed his good self-cultivation. He bowed slightly to Xu Jun and then sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

"It's nice to meet you, General Deva Al. I think you will soon understand that surrender to our army is actually a very correct choice. I assure you that you and your soldiers will be treated in the most fair manner." Xu Jun said easily.

"I also hope from the bottom of my heart that my choice is correct as you said, Your Excellency. But surrender is not always a glorious thing, and I cannot get any pleasure from the decisions I have made. This shame It will be with me all my life, even if I die, this shame will be left to my children and grandchildren with my inheritance. I now have only one request to ask you to treat your captive French soldiers with tolerance, they are very brave They are fighting just to survive. They are the **** politicians who sacrificed themselves on the battlefield in order to defend their own interests." Devael said with his head down.

"I can promise you, General Deva Al, I will treat every French person captured by the German squad with tolerance, and in fact I am doing this. Your subordinates will tell you that they are in The German prisoner of war camps will be treated better than in the regular French army. They receive far more treatment than the arrogant and stupid British. How about a cup of coffee, general, it seems that you are very tired."

Xu Jun turned his head and said to the soldier standing on the side: "Give Colonel Dougan, General De Wael and I make a pot of coffee."

"Follow your orders, Your Excellency." The serviceman nodded and went out.

"General, can I ask you some questions now?" Xu Jun turned his face and said with a smile.

"Yes, Honorable Head of State, I am just your captive, and you have done too much for me, and I am willing to answer your question." Deva Al replied respectfully, owing his body.

"Well, I am wondering, are you not the commander of the 42nd Infantry Division? Then why the soldiers who surrendered with you only had this one infantry battalion."

Xu Jun asked faintly: "Where are your other troops, I think you should have other troops, such as artillery and the like. I don't want to spy on your military intelligence, I just feel a little curious. Only, of course, you can not answer this question from your standpoint."

"No, I can answer this question for you. It's not a secret anyway. My other troops, huh..." Deva Al grinned bitterly, then shook his head and sighed.

"They are all here."

"All here? I don't understand, Lord General."

Hearing what Dewar said, Xu Jun already had an answer in his heart, but he still wanted to confirm it.

"All here means that all the officers and men of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army are already in your prisoner of war camp. These 537 soldiers are the last remaining soldiers of the entire division. Honorable Head of State In theory, you have eliminated the formation of the 42nd Infantry Division of the French Army from the French Army sequence. At this point, you can be proud of your Air Force, they are indeed highly skilled soldiers .

I can't blame them. After all, they are fulfilling their duties. The only thing I want to blame now is those politicians who have approved this stupid plan. What I hate more is the guy who made this stupid plan. If he appeared in front of me now, I would step forward and strangle him without hesitation. In order to realize his **** plan, my soldiers were sacrificed in vain. A whole division, including those logistics forces, More than 12,000 people fell on the march in vain. What these soldiers exchanged for their lives was to satisfy one person’s ambitions. What a irony. "

When Devael said this, he couldn't help crying. He gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then said to Xu Jun with a wry smile: "Okay, Dear Head of State, are you satisfied with my answer? If you have no other questions, please Send me to my subordinates, I want to stay with them."

"Don’t be so anxious, Lord General. I still have many questions to ask you. But before that. I want to invite you to lunch with me, we can talk slowly at the table, you can rest assured, your soldier We will get proper arrangements."

"Then I can only obey, Your Excellency," Deva Al nodded.

"By the way, I would like to ask, who exactly made this stupid plan?" Xu Jun picked up the coffee sent by the serviceman.

"It's a hot-headed guy, the deputy minister of the French Army, Charles, Charles de Gaulle." De Wael said, gritting his teeth as he took the coffee from the serviceman.

"Poof" Hearing Deva Air's name, Xu Jun's mouthful of coffee was sprayed out. "

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