Battle of the Third Reich

"Ding... clicking... clicking... clicking..."

Sergeant Smychel sat leisurely on the black fender of the Mercedes-Benz car, playing with a beautiful lighter in his hand.

The flip of the silver lighter keeps opening and closing. This action has been practiced for a long time. However, I don’t know what is going on. He always feels that his movement is less flavored, and it feels like there is no original lighter. The master did it as smooth and chic.

"How exactly did you do it? I see clearly, it's just a flick, but why doesn't it taste like that?"

Smacher pondered depressed.

"Sergeant, can you borrow a fire?"

Smacher, who was sullen and thinking, looked up, and stood a Gendarmerie Ensign.

"Oh, no problem! Sir!"

Smilesher raised her hand with a smile, opened the lighter lid flexibly and set the fire, and the Gendarmerie Lieutenant quickly lowered his head and shoved the cigarette in his mouth.

"Thank you!"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant took a deep breath and then spit out a cloud of smoke happily.

"You're welcome."

Smychel clasped the lighter cover skillfully.

"This lighter is good. Where did you get it?"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant vomited a smoke ring and pointed to the lighter in Smyschel's hand.

"It looks like American goods, can you show me?"

"Oh, of course."

The army sergeant smiled and handed the lighter to the other party.

"Oh, it's really made in the USA, Chiba... Made in Chicago, hehe, it seems to be a famous brand. Where did you get such a good thing?"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant asked with a smile while handing back the lighter to Smyschel.

"Arras prisoner of war camp. Hehe, but I got it from a British guy with a can of half a kilo of canned beef plus two pairs of socks and thirty marks. Authentic American goods, you hear this voice."

Smachel lifted the lighter cover proudly, and the lighter made a crisp metal impact.

"Oh, so, you are in luck, this thing is worth at least eighty marks in Berlin."

The ensign of the Gendarmerie looked enviously at the charming little thing in Smyschel's hand.

"But I don't think the British guy suffered any losses. They were engaged in black market trading in the prisoner of war camp. The pot of beef you gave him was enough for him to recover his losses. The deal was fair."

"Yeah, I also think that the British guy seems quite satisfied, hehe."

Smilesher put his baby in his pants pocket with a smile, and then took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

"It's really lively today. Come on, sir."

Smysher opened the wrapping paper and motioned to the Gendarmerie Ensign.

"no thank you."

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant smiled and waved his hands, and then turned to look at the long black limousine parked on the side of the easy road and the drivers and guards who were walking around the car as boring as Smyschel.

"Today we are exhausted. Dozens of convoys will be lined up, not counting your senior officers’ cars. We haven’t stopped since early in the morning and have been busy until now. The same is true of the fine ring troops, they last night I started to add a fine ring in this neighborhood, and the easiest thing to say is you."

"Yeah, but we are not as relaxed as you said. I washed the car overnight last night. I started to stand by this morning. I haven't closed my eyes until now."

Smasher mumbled chewing chocolate.

"Everyone is the same. I don't know when your car will arrive. Right."

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant took out a piece of paper from his pocket and then turned to Smyschel's car to look at the license plate.

"Your car is..."

"It's von. Admiral Quhillel's car."

Smechel said aloud.

"Yes, Admiral von Kühler, according to the command of the headquarters, you will be ranked seventh in the team, please pay attention to our instructions, and don't make the wrong order."

Sergeant Gendarmerie said.

"Understood, sir!"

Smachel answered quickly and saluted loudly while saluting.

"Very well, you can continue to rest. Don't drive your car to the ditch, then. Ha ha."

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant smiled back, then turned and walked towards a limousine parked in front.

"Hard, what time is it now, my watch seems to be slow."

Feng. Marshal Blauchitch tapped on the surface of his watch suspiciously with his finger.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon...17, Your Commander."

Army Chief of Staff Franz. The Hald Army took a pocket watch from his military uniform pocket and looked at it.

"Then my watch is fine."

The commander-in-chief of the army stopped his beating on his watch, and began to tiptoe to watch the platform.

"When will your car arrive?"

Feng. Brauchit asked.

"The scheduled time is 2:30, Your Excellency Commander, I have told you six times."

Marshal Kettle, the chief of staff of the headquarters, replied on the side.

"Please relax a little, you seem a little nervous."

"Oh, I seem to be a little worried, hehe." Feng. Blauchzi felt that he was indeed a little sick. He pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket awkwardly and tried to calm his mind while wiping the sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

"All the old friends who can come today are really a rare event. Remember when was the last such meeting? It seems that it was in the Chancellery of Berlin four months ago." Kettle cleverly changed the subject.

"Yes, four months ago, but how do I always feel that it seems to have been a long time ago."

Feng. Brauchi put the Pars back in his pocket and then pulled the hem of the military uniform.

"That's because although there are only four months, but what happened in these four months is too much, and many things have changed forever."

The head of the command headquarters, who had been standing on the side without opening, said lightly.

"Yeah, a lot of things have changed. But finally it is gratifying that according to the current trend, everything is going in the good direction. We won the victory, Germany won a more powerful and wise leader, Germany Regained the glory lost again."

Feng. Brauchit said with a sigh.

"I don't know what to say, I can only pray to God that our choice at that time was correct. Your commander, are you so confident in our new head of state?"

Yodel asked in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?"

Feng. Blauchy asked, frowning coldly.

"Don't you see the ability of the head of state? And I see more in him than in that person. Whether it is noble character or fearless courage or superhuman perseverance, There are also political talents, military talents, and he can surprise us every time. Now I believe that he is the messenger sent by God to save Germany and restore Germans..."

Feng. Brauchit said excitedly.

"That person? Sorry, my lord marshal. I remember four months ago, you vowed to show your loyalty to the person in your mouth. Unexpectedly, Adolf now. Hitler immediately became "that person" "Yes."

Yodel continued to speak in his lukewarm tone.

"What do you mean by saying this?"

Feng. Brauchi stared at Yoder coldly and said coldly.

"Are you suspicious of my personality? Lieutenant General Yoder, this is a very serious accusation, and I ask you to apologize to me immediately!

Adolf. Hitler has become history, he is dead, and when he swallowed his last breath, our oath of allegiance to him has been automatically repealed.

At present, there is only one person who should be loyal to the German people, that is, the head of state now! "

"If my words offend you, Your Commander, I apologize to you. But what I want to ask is whether your Excellency is really as great and excellent as you said, which I doubt.

To know that I have dealt with him many times, it can be said that he knows him better than any of you. According to his previous performance, I really can't find any place that can be compared with the former head of state.

Although his performance in the past two months really surprised me a bit, it was not enough for me to completely change my impression of him.

And, Marshal, can you guarantee that his extraordinary performance can continue to be maintained instead of being temporary, what if he regains his old state, what will happen to Germany by then, and what will happen to the great German career of Germanism? Also, have you considered these issues? My Marshal! "

"Adolf. Hitler died and he survived, which is enough to prove Rheinhardt. Von. Stadt's strength and excellence.

And he is a true German, we all see his noble military qualities. It's about blood, Feng. The Stade family is also much better than that person.

Look at the several battles he planned, those glorious victories, these are not enough to convince you to give up your stupid view?

Lieutenant General Yoder! Your thoughts are dangerous now. Although I understand that you are worried about the future of Germany, you really shouldn’t say this in front of me. You should comment on the supreme leader in front of your boss and doubt the personal ability of the head of state. This alone , I can arrest you now! "

As he said, the topic they are discussing is too sensitive and dangerous. The army commander not only lowered his voice deliberately, but also looked up like a prairie melon on foot, making sure no one paid attention. They talk here.

"What you said is indeed the truth. I can't deny that in that duel, Your Excellency did show wisdom and power over Adolf. Hitler.

But you can't deny that although he won the duel in that duel, the luck component is quite high.

So this is not a reason for us to choose him. I think we should be more careful, my Marshal. "

Yoder said quietly.

"Why did you say it now, Yodell. Why did you not give an opinion when we were all opposed to that person at that time, and you also participated in the collective resignation of the headquarters, I want to know why you only doubted our choice at that time. What about?"

Halder asked Yoder calmly on the side.

"Because the situation had become like that at that time, I couldn't help but follow everyone together. Hitler's decision at that time was indeed a bit excessive, especially his blind trust and indulgence in Heydrich, it would be to the stability of the country. And safety cause serious damage.

I don’t want to see the German government’s regiment split because of the SS clown. That means the split of the German Wehrmacht, which is an unbearable blow for Germany.

Therefore, I only have to follow the military regiment, but this does not mean that I agree with your choice at the time. I still want to believe my instincts. . . . "

Yodel replied in a low voice.

"Okay, everyone is enough. Now is not the time to discuss this kind of problem, nor the place to discuss this kind of problem. It is not the only four of us here, don't forget that there are a group of generals over there."

Keitel found that his heart's ability to withstand has reached its limit. If he does not stop this dangerous topic from proceeding, this guy Yoder may not say anything.

In any case, now he will never give up this genius, so Kettle quickly jumped out to clean up the mess.

"Lieutenant General Yordel, I understand your thoughts very well, and what you say today gives me a deeper understanding of your personal character and thoughts, which really makes me happy.

But please take your doubts into your heart first, and use your eyes to verify the facts. I dare to guarantee that you will not be disappointed. Your Excellency the Head of State will let you completely change your previous view of him. This is Feng and I. Marshal Blauchich was deeply touched.

If you stay with him for a while, you will understand the meaning in my words. You know, Manstein and Goodrian, and even General Lundstede have the same feelings as us. They now agree that our choice is correct. If you still have doubts about this, then let Tell the truth.

And now please give up your opinion temporarily, we have more important issues to discuss, after all, we have not ended this war. "

Kettle said seriously.

"I, I get it, Lord Chief of Staff! I hope you are right, I hope my doubts are wrong. In that case, the revival of German will no longer be an illusory dream."

"It's fine if you understand, Yodel, I have always been looking forward to you."

Kettle said with a smile.

“It’s true, I’m the Chief of Staff of Kettle, you are one of the best staff I’ve ever seen, so I don’t want to lose you because of issues outside the military, Yoder, you know what I mean, I don’t have much. said."

Feng. Brauchi also said with a smile.

"Thank you for your trust and care, Marshal."

Yodel also found that what he said earlier was a little out of the ordinary, and cleverly he immediately climbed down the ladder set by Kettle.

"However, I now doubt if I can persuade the same people as I did..."

Kettle blinked at Yoder and then pouted to the side.

"This...hehe, I doubt it too. Your Excellency Chief of Staff"

Yoder looked in the direction of Keitel, then turned around and said with a wry smile.

"I don’t know why the heads of state have to call them here. It seems that our heads of state want to create a miracle again for us to see, huh. huh, but it is not an easy thing to want to subdue those few. It can be solved in half a minute. I think our head of state seems a bit too confident."

Feng. Brauchit also said bitterly.

"Are we going to chat with them a few more times, after all, we are old friends and senior officials."

"I don't know how to use it anymore. It's almost time. I think it's time to get ready. Where did they run, Lunderstedt, Lechenau and Braskowitz, and Liszt? By the way, what about Loeb and his men? Witzleben, Dorman."

Kettle looked around.

"I seem to see them running up the hillside on the other side of the platform. It seems that General Loeb said it is too restrictive. They want to go for a walk. I think they will pay attention to the time."

Hald told Kettle.

"Oh, this is the case, but I still find someone to inform them, it's almost time."

After that, Kettle turned and walked towards the pergola built by the temporary platform.

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