Battle of the Third Reich

By the time the head of state guard flag team returned to base camp, the sky was completely dark. Eight Aunt Junker carrying soldiers and equipment, guided by the bright runway lights, landed safely at the Frederick base. The kilometer-long solid runway. n∈n∈,

The base is still under intense expansion, and the French Air Force's infrastructure engineering unit has also joined the ranks of construction. Engineering vehicles with German and French flags on the busy construction site are shuttled back and forth day and night. Although the engineers have different languages, the exchanges in engineering technology quickly dissolved the gap between the two sides, and the joint effort to work under the scorching sun has shortened the distance between the soldiers, and even many people have established them in cooperation. Sincere friendship.

As mentioned earlier, this field airport will become a permanent air base, and the French have high expectations for its role in the future. This airport was built for the British air battle. After the headquarters was stationed, it increased the scale of various infrastructures. At the same time, it also built a fully equipped communication and command center. The German headquarters is in this base to command the German armed forces. After the entire British War.

In accordance with the previously signed covenant between Germany and France, the military facilities that Germany established on French territory during the war will all belong to France after the war. In addition to obtaining economic compensation, Germany also reserves the right to continue using it. In the high-level plans of Germany and France, this base will become an important regional command center. The areas under its jurisdiction include northwestern France and most of Belgium, part of the Netherlands, the southern coast of the United Kingdom, and most of the English Channel. Controlling a large airspace with a radius of about two hundred kilometers, this air base will become an important hub for the continental air defense circle.

Therefore, the French side is very attentive to the construction of the base, not only sent a large number of engineering troops, but also specially dispatched a military police unit to join the base's security work. With the addition of these French gendarmes, the number of French farmers around the airport who like to join in the excitement and peeping began to decline rapidly, which really relieved the chief of the garrison.

Because of the recent agricultural leisure season, French people in nearby villages often dragged their families to watch German planes take off and land, which has almost become a recreational activity for locals. When they are interested, they will even start a barbecue picnic on the grass. . And because they were outside the cordon, they did not take warnings from the German patrol at all. The Germans have a headache for this, but they have no way to take them, and they do not always tear up their own regulations. Capture these civilians and shoot them all. But when the French Gendarmerie came forward, the situation was completely different. Under the iron fist of the French Gendarmerie, these difficult villagers were ravaged by the thrusting wolves, and it took less than a week. Peace and tranquility have been restored around the base.

"The situation was very urgent at that time. My head, the leading Spaniard almost escaped." Randolph told Xu Jun with an excited expression about his experience in the afternoon.

"Obviously he still couldn't run away in the end." Xu Jun cut a small piece of grilled lamb chops filled with black pepper sauce with his knife and sent it into his mouth gracefully.

"Yes, my head, this stupid Spaniard thought that he could escape our pursuit by rushing out of the woods, but I didn’t know that a cavalry was guarding outside the woods. This was the first time I really saw cavalry fighting, it was really a command I opened my eyes." It was as if Randolph's eyes were shining here, and it was obvious how impressive he was at the scene.

A few hours before we turned our attention back, Major Noel paid for his life. However, they did not get much time for those companions. Randolph's frontal search team was successfully blocked by Noel for about a minute or so. At this time, the left and right wings of the guard flag team were quickly interlacing in the depth of the woods according to the original plan. When they found that the frontal forces were in contact with the enemy, the intersecting forces immediately began to cover from the two wings to the center to cut off the enemy's retreat.

But because of the environment of the woods, the sight was blocked by the dense trees, so that there was an inevitable deviation between the two outsourcing teams. This is also because the commander lacks the experience of fighting in this environment and does not seriously consider it, so it leads to this embarrassing situation. The two outsourcing teams were unable to maintain parallel advancement, so when they began to outspur, they deviated by a distance of almost twenty meters in depth. Eventually, the two troops passed by in the jungle, but neither side found the other.

At this moment, the fugitives have been divided into two groups, the Spaniard and the middle-aged jazz ran far ahead, and Gerz and Marian were behind to try to catch up with their companions.

As a result, the Spanish and the middle-aged jazz were gone. When the Germans made mistakes, the German blockade was successfully passed through the gap between the two infantry squads. However, the German troops immediately discovered their problems. Lieutenant Hermann quickly turned around and headed towards the direction where the gunshots sounded, so the two poor young men bumped into the guard flag platoon who was angry and angry because of the wrong action. Long muzzle.

"Stand there, don't move!" The two young men had just drilled a thick bush, and they met a whole class of guard flags head-on. The German soldier raised the muzzle of the black hole and pointed it directly at them. The officer in charge held the stern expression on the face of the submachine gun in his hand.

"Don't shoot! Let's surrender!" Gertz found that he was not as strong as he had imagined. He had expected how bravely he would fight when facing the Germans, but when he really faced the German guns At that time, those courage, dignity, freedom, ideals and other ambitious ambitions did not know where they ran, and the brain was blank. The only feeling was that the legs were soft and the bladder was swollen.

"Put down your weapon! Immediately!" Herman roared loudly in Polish.

"You **** Polish guy!" Lieutenant Herman once studied some simple Polish at the SS school, and the most proficient ones are the two sentences above.

Unless they are rigorously trained, people will use their mother tongue to speak involuntarily when they are in a critical situation. Gertz used to surrender in Polish, and immediately revealed his identity.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot, let's surrender!" Gertz only remembered that he was still holding a pistol in his hand and hurriedly threw the weapon to the ground.

"And you, little man. Raise your hand higher." Herman shouted at Marian.

"Okay, sir, okay." Dwarf Marian hurriedly raised his hands a little higher, and he was really afraid that the German SS officer in front of him would suddenly shoot him. He didn't know the other troops. He only knew that when he fled that country, the SS had created countless atrocities on the Polish territory. They even shot at innocent old and weak women and children. There was no reason at all.

"Go up and search for them." Herman turned his head to a sergeant.

"Franz, Cohen, and Barr, come with me." The sergeant ordered a few men in his class. Stepped forward to conduct a body search of the two Poles.

"What's your name." After confirming that the other party had no weapons, Herman began to interrogate the captive while looking at his body.

"Marian Reyevsky, sir." Marian responded softly with fear.

"Is this the real name?" Lieutenant Herman handed the submachine gun to a subordinate and took out the notebook from his pocket to start recording.

"Yes, sir."

"What about you, what is your name?"

"Jerz Rozoki."

"Do you have any associates?"

"There are also three companions. One is Major Noel. He stayed behind to cover our escape. There is also a Spaniard named Antonio. The other is an Englishman named Francome. They called him Jazz." Jay Erz had completely given up his resistance at this time, and he explained everything he knew to the Germans like a bamboo pour bean.

"Hurry up, Jazz." Antonio called out the last companion loudly.

"Sorry, I haven't ran like this in a long time, these **** shoes." Sir Francome struggled across a natural trench and was immediately tripped by a tree vine into a pile of dry rotten leaves.

"Damn, do you want to be caught by the Germans?" Antonio hesitated, then walked back and grabbed the jazz.

"Thank you, Mr. Antonio, if we can escape. I will repay you well, I swear." Sir Francomm gratefully grabbed Antonio's strong arm.

"Wait until we escape, if we are caught by the Germans, we will all be shot." Antonio let go of the jazz. Then he looked back at the road.

"The gunfire has stopped, it seems that our friends are finished, the Germans may catch up at any time, we need to speed up a little bit more." After that, the Spaniard turned and continued to run forward.

At this point, the two had no choice but to pass, no matter whether they were able to pass. Only one direction was allowed to run desperately. The dense low bushes in the French jungle became the biggest obstacle on the escape road. The Spaniards wearing firm military trousers and leggings can still insist, but wearing a straight dress trousers The Jazz was in a state of embarrassment. The expensive trousers had already been broken through several branches of the bushes, revealing the fair and tender skin below.

However, at this time Sir Francome could no longer care about his manners and manners. He even felt the cry of chasing soldiers behind him. Because of the fear of death, his body was secreting adrenaline madly in order to let He kept running, and didn't drop the Spaniards.

A gunshot of "Boo" sounded behind them, and a bullet flew across the side of the jazz with a strange howling. At that moment, Francomb suddenly felt that the sound was very pleasant, and then he felt himself. May be crazy.

"We can't escape." Francome shouted with a gasp.

"Think of a way, Mr. Antonio." The Jazz prayed to the Spaniard, hoping that the other party could come up with an idea to get out of the current predicament.

"There is only one way." The Spaniard turned back suddenly and raised the muzzle to the jazz. In the eyes of his companions, Antonio pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Sorry, sir." Glancing at the companion covering the wound on his thigh and rolling in the pile of dead leaves, the Spaniard turned and continued to run forward.

"I hope this guy can delay some time. It's a pity that I was planning to get some money from this guy."

The Spaniards fled in the woods without looking back. The Germans were still chasing him behind him. It seemed that the Jazz did not slow down the pursuit of the soldiers. The guard flag team has a quantitative advantage, so Antonio's tricks are obviously not very useful here.

The surrounding trees began to become sparse, and it seemed to be close to the edge of the forest. As long as he ran out of the woods, he was free. The Spaniard didn’t know why this strange thought suddenly appeared. He was extremely tired. He felt a force in his body now supporting him. Speed ​​forward.

Rolling and crawling all the way out of the woods, there was a dazzling sun in front of him, and the Spaniard could not help squinting. In front of him was a wide field. He found that there was a small river more than 100 meters away from him. The river was gurgling, and the water waves reflected the crystal flash in the sunlight.

"Virgin Mary." The Spaniard couldn't help but praise his faith.

Just as he sighed, in the afterglow of his eyes he found a group of dark shadows approaching quickly. Antonio turned around and hurriedly looked around, only to see a tall knight riding a majestic horse and was charging towards him, in the hands of the knight. The flat-edged saber gleamed with dazzling brilliance, and this was the last sight the Spaniard saw before losing consciousness. (To be continued.)