Battle of the Third Reich

This kind of thing happened to the single gun against the car group. In the French campaign, the German armored forces encountered many such French soldiers. The Germans themselves have some similar examples. ￥f,. The final result is basically a tragedy. In addition to the admiration of bystanders for their courage, the gunner usually loses his life on the spot.

For a professional armored commander, this behavior can only be described in one word, stupid. Everyone dreams of becoming a legendary hero, but it’s another thing to really take action.

Mr. Brett’s brain is not wrong, he is just a little out of reality, he does not know what the enemy and I compare to the battlefield environment, only knows that dare to dare to attack is what the British soldiers should look like. At this time, his hometown had already set aside his life and death, and he wholeheartedly wanted to fight the battlefield for the British Empire and His Majesty like the heroes in the drama.

The well-trained German Army responded quickly, and the grenadiers who were shifting to the left to serve as guards were the first to counterattack. These soldiers had a much better view than the tank driver. More than one pair of eyes saw the artillery spew out when it fired. The smoke, the infantry firepower of various calibers immediately splashed towards the bushes.

In order to suppress the opponent and prevent the gun from continuing to fire, the mg34 machine gun mounted on the half-tracked vehicle began to fire without any care. The red tracer ejected into a fire whip, the machine gun group on the four half-tracked vehicles Skillfully played the match, several chains repeatedly crossed the camouflage plant in two within a few seconds.

The blades of grass and branches flew through the dense barrage, and the artillery and the resisters who were hidden behind the bushes were exposed to the eyes of all Germans.

"Two-pound cannon! Four hundred and twenty meters, fire!" The light tanks on the outside had turned their heads long ago, and after confirming the true appearance of their opponents, their pressure had not decreased. Even the platoon leaders thought that they must be as soon as possible. Destroying the enemy can never give the opponent another chance to fire, because the two-pound gun is powerful enough to penetrate all types of tanks in the light armor company.

The tank machine gun and the 20th artillery joined the ranks of shooting. The thin shield of the two-pound gun was instantly broken and shattered. A whole German tank repeatedly fired this poor anti-tank gun for two minutes. The fire was not stopped until it was confirmed that the target had been completely destroyed.

Two 251 half-tracked vehicles drove carefully to the artillery position. Several grenadiers got out of the car with rifles and took a closer look. After picking up something, they climbed back into the car again. One of the 251 quickly crossed the marching queue and drove to the command vehicle of Major Heisler.

"Sir, there are three people. Two and a half-year-old children and an old man were all beaten into horse honeycombs. The old one seemed to be an officer, which we found from him."

A grenadier sergeant flipped over the car quickly and jumped off the car. He climbed into Heisler's command car in two or three steps. The grenadier sergeant stood on the hood to salute the armored battalion commander, and then handed a command knife to the opponent.

"It seems to be a British standard product before World War I. Keep it for yourself, sergeant." Heisler likes handmade custom swords, and is not interested in this crude mechanism product.

"Regrouping, we have been wasting here for fifteen minutes, and we are all in action. Don’t forget, we still have important tasks to complete. In a row, back to the left of the team, Lieutenant Speylongen, you are ready to take Where are you going? What? God. Loud, I can’t hear you.” Major Heist discovered that the resistance was just old people and children. The tank commander felt that he was insulted. Did all the British men die? Actually let the old and weak to resist the German soldiers.

As Heisler regrouped and continued to charge towards London with anger, another contest was quietly opened on the French ground.

"The leader will not agree, Mr. Deputy Minister, this is a betrayal of the allies and blackmail. I don't know how to describe these. To be honest, I am very sorry for the allies making this decision." Italian Special Envoy Qi Jarno constantly wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. This was not a cover-up, but it was really anxious.

"Drink a glass of water first. Mr. Earl, do you feel the air in the room is a bit hot, and do you need me to open the window?" Ribbentrop leaned forward and pushed a glass in front of Ziano.

"This is just the beginning, a small punishment by Germany for Italy’s unauthorized actions to abandon the covenant. It is also a response from the head of empire to the Italian Prime Minister’s previous ultimatum. You should know the consequences of that, but you don’t persuade And prevent that person from doing so, so you must pay for it now. Italy must also pay for it."

Ribbentrop never felt as if he had raised his eyebrows as he did today. Before that, he had endured the strange behaviors of this group of proud Italians under the pressure of Hitler, and endured their wanton whacking of this German diplomacy. The face of the minister. In his opinion, this group of ignorant Italians should have been taught a lesson to let them know that their inexplicable sense of superiority was worthless.

If it weren't for the head of state to order him to hold his balance, he hadn't completely torn his face with the other party, otherwise he would now want to settle the ledger with that big chin, let him know that the seller of champagne is also a business person, not his Italian Street boy.

"I used to persuade him, but it was of no use. He could not hear any objections. Could you convey my request to the head of empire, and if allowed, please let him take some precious time to meet me once? , I will explain the accident to him face-to-face, just give me half an hour, ah... even twenty minutes... fifteen minutes. Dear Ribbentrop, I always regard you as the best in Italy Friend, please help me again and give Italy a chance."

Ciano has lost his confidence to continue to be tough. He was not a determined person. He was just an ordinary Italian aristocrat. One of the many ordinary Italian aristocrats who embraced Mussolini’s thighs for benefits and power. The only difference is that he played more high-end and married Mussolini's daughter.

"You have also seen the letter from the Italian Prime Minister, and you know the contents of it very well. Do you know the political meaning of this letter and how it will change the relationship between Italy and Germany?

Perhaps we should seriously talk about the series of small actions you did before, the kind of conspiracy that can't get on the table, do we really think that we will not be seen?

In addition to the tricks you and Spain made this time, you should know Germany's attitude on this matter. You have repeatedly trampled the bottom line of the German Empire, provoked the patience of the German heads of state, and regarded generosity and tolerance as weakness.

How can you help me now, the head of state is furious this time. I scolded me and several directors of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and now I still have the angry voice of the heads in my mind...I came to Hebei Province or something..."

"what?"

"That's the minutiae. You don't have to worry about him. The problem now is that Italy must make concessions on this matter. Only when the heads of state are satisfied will the crisis between Italy and Germany be turned. So you still need to be clear Reality, persuade your leader to face the reality, and put these things to an end as soon as possible, let the head of state see your sincerity, and maybe let him slightly change his bad impression of Italy now."

Ribbentrop took out his super eloquent eloquence, just like a bartender selling products to drunk customers, sir, buy it, buy it, you can get points in our shop, let’s say you don’t suffer . You see this is the 82-year-old... Lafite.

"However, we have had an agreement before, and after the defeat of France, we can get Corsican and..." Ziano was also running around, not so susceptible to confusion, he was still trying to struggle.

"Where's the agreement? Who did it sign with? Why didn't I know about it."

"With the German head of state..."

"Wait a minute, I will call to ask your head of state immediately. If this is the case, Germany is the most credible country, and it will never overthrow the agreement it signed like some shameless little countries." Ribbentrop quickly Stood up. Walking to the desk aside, he picked up the handset. "This is Ribbentrop, please give me the head of state."

"It's Hitler...the former head of state..."

"What? Who? Hitler?" Ribbentrop covered the telephone receiver with his hand and stared at Ziano with wide eyes. I saw something strange in my face.

"He spoke... verbally agreed." Ziano was completely arrogant, and he had already seen from Ripintrop's slightly exaggerated performance that the trend was gone.

"Who was there to testify?"

"It's a secret talk... Apart from me, there was Minister Goering...so."

"Oh, Ciano, Ciano, my dear Ciano. You tell me what you say." Ribbentrop put down the phone, and he shook his head and sat down by the sofa.

"Can you Italians use verbal agreements as transaction vouchers? Or, your society has grown to such an unprecedented height. God, my Count Lord. You are really naive."

Ziano's face was flushed, he clearly felt the insult in the other's tone, but his reasoning desperately restrained him, and he could not attack anyway now, Ribbentrop, the bastard, obviously wanted to irritate him Nyano warned himself that the Germans must not be allowed to tear their faces, and Italy cannot bear the consequences.

In fact, there is indeed such an agreement in history. Hitler did agree to all Mussolini’s non-divided requirements. In fact, the Germans strictly adhered to the agreement. Even if the Italians were embarrassed in the war, they still threatened to maintain the French Italy made compensation and ceded Mussolini to the territories and islands he wanted.

But now history has changed. Hitler died before the Germans occupied Paris. He failed to meet Mussolini in that historical meeting, and of course did not sign the famous agreement. Now the Italians have only some promises made by Hitler verbally before the war. Because the content is too confidential, the witnesses at the scene are only Ziano and Goring.

Now all the parties on the German side are dead and there is no written document to prove the content of the meeting. The German side has made it clear that the horses and horses will not be recognized. If you have the ability, you can summon the ghosts of Hitler and Ge Fatty and ask if they have agreed.

Ziano actually knew that it was impossible for the Germans to keep their promises. He just wanted to change the subject and confuse the contradiction. The problem in Italy is not this. If you cannot get Germany’s forgiveness and support, it is not a question of whether you can eat fatty meat. Italy’s own meat must be bitten off by others.

"Germany has negotiated a final war agreement with France, and it will be signed in a few days. The French side acknowledged the defeat and surrendered to the Third Reich. Germany promised to provide France with security and protection. Germany will use all means and power to guarantee France’s territorial security will also protect France’s national interests from infringement. In view of the previous friendly relations between Germany and the Kingdom of Italy, Germany agreed not to directly intervene in the war between Italy and France, but Germany will never tolerate the French territory Encroach on.

The question of Sardinia, which was the area occupied by France before France and Germany signed the final battle agreement, is currently under French rule, so according to the agreement signed between Germany and France, Sardinia will also be protected by the German army. Ciano, this is the reply your Caesar wants. Ribbentrop lifted the glass in front of him and greeted Ziano.

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