Battle of the Third Reich

"Disenhofen, any news from Cherbourg?"

"Not yet. Young Master Chester continues to contact me, my head."

Disenhofen took the scepter and military cap in Xu Jun's hand, and then quickly opened the door of the head's office.

"I know, and notify me as soon as there is news."

"Obey, my head."

Xu Jun rubbed his temple on one side and walked slowly to his huge desk.

"Right, Disenhofen."

The young head of state stopped.

"Yes, my head."

The same young adjutant raised his chest.

"Bring us some drinks. I want a cup of hot tea. How many of you?"

Xu Jun turned his head to look at Weierle, who was about to sit down on the sofa, and now the chief of staff was half owed and paused there, looking funny.

"Like you, my head, I also want a cup of tea."

Under the influence of Xu Jun, the Chief of Staff has become a firm member of the Green Tea Club of the Headquarters.

"Dougan?"

Xu Jun looked at Daogen.

"Coffee, my head."

The Colonel of the SS standing by the fireplace kept his head up and his chest as usual, and there was a rare expression of embarrassment on the extremely cool poker face.

As a senior member of the Base Camp Coffee Club, the firm Dougan has a firm attitude towards his own tastes and habits.

"A pot of green tea, a pot of coffee, Disenhofen."

"Obey, my head."

The lieutenant of life respectfully nodded to everyone in the room and closed the door of the office.

"What do you think of the meeting just now?"

Xu Jun went to the desk and sat down.

"Perfect, my head, your speech has calmed down all the officers."

Weierle twisted his waist comfortably on the sofa.

"Uh... is it..."

Xu Jun randomly picked up a file from the table and looked at it.

"You seem a little dissatisfied? My head."

Weierle quickly seated himself, he asked cautiously.

"How to say, maybe."

Xu Jun shuffled the documents in his hand, and then threw them into the wastepaper basket by the wall.

"Another piece of fake information."

Xu Jun explained to the doubtful chief of staff with a smile.

"For today's meeting, I really can't be satisfied, although on the surface we do get what we want."

Xu Jun stood up and walked towards Weierle.

"I don't understand, can you explain? My head."

"The generals and marshals haven't really been persuaded by me yet. I can tell by looking at their eyes. I also know that it is impossible to solve all problems in one meeting, especially the differences in ideology. Correct it in a short time."

Xu Jun sat down on the sofa, Weierle quickly moved a little to the side, and the head of state extended his lazy happily.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Today we finally let them reach agreement on strategic issues. This is already a flyby. I hope that the harmonious working atmosphere like today can be maintained until the end of the war."

Xu Jun scratched his head and picked up his delicate cigar box from the coffee table.

"This is inevitable under your leadership, my head."

Dogen walked to Xu Jun's side and pulled out a lighter to light a cigarette for his head. Then he took a chair and sat on the coffee table.

"Do you think so? Dogen?"

Xu Jun tilted his head and smiled at his faithful adjutant.

"Yes...I think yes, my head."

A third color appeared on Dougan's poker face.

"Oh, I believe your judgment, Dougan."

Xu Jun bit his cigar and smiled.

"Head of State, your drink."

Disenhofen took the opportunity to push a dining car to the door and successfully rescued the strong Colonel Dougan from embarrassment.

"In addition, Cherbourg sent the first telegram, my head."

After skillfully placing the beverage pot on the dining car on the coffee table, Disenhofen put a document in front of Xu Jun respectfully.

"Oh, thank you, Disenhofen."

Xu Jun opened the folder and read it carefully.

"How is it going? My head."

Weierle made a cup of tea for Xu Jun.

"The intelligence of the Eye of Odin is correct, and it has been put on fire."

Xu Jun handed the document to Weierle, and then picked up the tea cup and tasted the tea leisurely.

"It seems that this time you hit Churchill's weakness, my head."

Weierle quickly read the document, and then smiled and handed it to Dougan, who was curiously extending his neck.

"Let the fat man on the opposite side cry, I hope he will get used to bringing a handkerchief."

Xu Jun smiled and picked up the tea cup and Weierle gently touched the glass.

"What do you think, Dougan."

Weirler looked at Dougan with a tea cup, and he found Dougan stunned at the telegram.

"Colonel Dogen, what's wrong, is there something wrong?"

Weierle asked the question in a suspicious manner.

"Oh! Sorry, sir, I'm distracted."

Douggen smiled at Weierle apologetically.

"What are you thinking? Dougan."

Xu Jun asked curiously.

"I was thinking in front, I wish I could be there. I was a little jealous of the commander who led the operation."

"Dougan."

Xu Jun lifted the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee to the flattered adjutant.

"My dear friend, you don't need to be jealous. To be honest, you are not suitable for that kind of job, because you are too upright compared to that guy."

"That guy? My head."

Dogen blinked doubtfully.

"Yeah, that guy..."

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"Sir, we caught a big fish this time!"

Sergeant Wolfe shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, great."

His chief replied with a grim smile, and he seemed to be in a really good mood.

This guy who can affix a smile with a greasy suffix is ​​actually not ugly, and can be classified as handsome.

A face with sculptural perseverance, beautiful lake-green eyes and strong eyebrows, a slender blonde hair, soft and delicate lip lines and a slightly upturned chin.

In general, this is Zhang's face with extraordinary lethality for women, especially for girls who like to dream of knights.

However, in the eyes of his men, this is the face of a demon, which should only exist in **** and the most terrible nightmare, especially when he begins to show his charming smile.

Apart from those close to him, everyone would admit that the smile is quite charming.

Sometimes his friends and subordinates will be glad that the devil is on his own side, because no one wants to see him in the enemy group, it will be a nightmare for life.

"Zi lured the shots and let the infantry press from the flanks. They can't run now."

The divine demon shouted happily, and the mp38 in his hand continued to sing happily. The bright muzzle flame coated his slightly pale handsome face with a layer of gold.

"Suppress the machine gun, kill it!"

"Communication soldier! Tell the second detachment must guard their position, and many enemies are moving towards them. Tell them, they must guard the intersection, otherwise I will go by myself!"

"Observe, sir."

The signal soldier involuntarily fought a cold war, he quickly stood upright and answered loudly.

"note!"

The officer squatted squatted by the collar of the soldier, and a string of bullets rubbed the steel helmet of the poor soldier who was scared. He hit the log wall behind the bunker. And dust smoke.

"Uh... uh... thanks, thank you sir."

The horrified communications soldier looked back at the string of bullet holes still on the log. He climbed up from the ground in awkward motion, shaking his legs and stammering to the chief who saved his life.

"That group of **** **** are very good at shooting. I don't want to make your fool's brains dirty my beautiful uniform. What are you doing standing there silly? Don't hurry to issue my order, kid."

"Yes, obey, sir."

The signal soldiers rushed out of the shelter quickly.

"Rookie..."

The officer shook his head and spit on the ground.

"What did you say to the army? Since yesterday they have been hiding from me like a plague."

The young officer swept another clip out of the bunker. He threw the empty gun to the side, and then picked up the telescope to look at the enemy in the distance at night.

"Nothing, sir, we just talked to them about the last action."

Sergeant Wolff skillfully caught the submachine gun thrown by the officer. He pulled a new magazine out of his waist bag.

"Last time? Which one?"

The officer lowered the telescope doubtfully.

"The time in Belgium."

The sergeant unloaded the empty magazine, then inserted the new magazine neatly, and pulled the rifle down humorously.

"Oh, that's the thing. Don't blow too much of you guys, those are still children, so it's not good for them, let them experience the battle by themselves."

Having finished speaking, the officer picked up the telescope again and looked out of the shelter.

The flare is like a string of colored lights on the Christmas tree. It slowly swayed and fell slowly, casting green and yellow halos on the ground. The originally strange bushes were more distorted and ugly by this strange light.

The opponent resisted very resolutely. As an army in ambush, their performance admired their enemies.

Under the illumination of the flares, many people can be seen lying on the back of the low bushes and facing this side with long and short bursts of fire. The bright muzzle flames flickered in the dark bushes one after another. As if all the light whips fluttered against the ground.

Others were suppressed on that bare, turf-sloping dirt slope, and the British soldiers were stubbornly shooting the enemies in the dark, relying on the dead comrades' bodies.

They were killed under the halo of flares, where they had no available terrain. Some British soldiers are digging foxholes frantically, and officers can clearly see the infantry **** waving on the dirt **** and the splashing mud. But there are still people screaming to join the ranks of the dead, becoming a bunker and sandbag for another comrade in arms.

However, due to the night relationship, the German shooting was not as handy as during the day, and the battle on the soil **** did not evolve into a massacre.

It seems that the other party has sobered from the chaos that began with the ambush, and the soldiers have been able to unfold organized resistance in combination with the terrain. The excellent quality of the opposing commander made this one here very satisfied, and at the same time constantly inciting this guy's desire to fight, he suddenly looked forward to seeing the enemy that interested him face to face.

"The other party's training is quite good, it seems that they have met their peers. But this time they ran away without luck. They did not carry heavy weapons and no air support. Although the automatic firepower is very strong, it means that the bullets are also consumed. It will be soon, and strive to resolve the battle before dawn."

The handsome demon licked his lips excitedly.