Age of Conquest Reborn

After dictating the contents of the telegram to the combat staff, General Satlan felt as bitter as chewing coptis. This was deception. The wartime high command and himself jointly deceived hundreds of thousands of young American soldiers. It was sad.

Yes, I don't even have the qualifications to be angry, I don't even have the courage to reveal the truth, and I still want to give them a promise that is destined to be unfulfilled...

However, he could only do this. He could not reveal to Hells the intention of the wartime high command not to approve the rescue. That would cut off their last glimmer of hope. The Ninth Army might soon lose morale and morale.

Nothing, they have become a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered, American soldiers, but there is no tradition of fighting to the death without foreign aid and without food and grass at home!

"Let these poor soldiers fight to the death against the Germans in the belief of waiting for reinforcements! It is also the duty of every beauty, let them fight for the United States of America in hope!"

General Satlan felt relieved that the fate of hundreds of thousands of American soldiers in the Dallas siege was thus determined.

Lieutenant General Hells, the commander of the Ninth Army who was surrounded in Dallas, did not know the inside story. While organizing his troops, he desperately resisted the German siege on all sides, while constantly sending telegrams asking for help. Fortunately, Marshal Rommel planned to use

This group of American soldiers were used as bait. Of course, a strong attack would not be fatal. The American army could barely resist it, but the German army, which had superior strength and equipment, was oppressing the encirclement and shrinking the encirclement.

After a week of fighting, the commander of the U.S. Ninth Army, Lieutenant General Hells, was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements. Telegrams were still flying to the Southwest Border Garrison Command like snowflakes, but the answer he received was, "Continue."

Stand firm and await orders from the wartime high command!"

At this moment, Lieutenant General Hells also became suspicious and said, "Rescuing troops is like putting out fire!" There is no reason that a week has passed and the wartime high command has not yet issued an order. Isn't this normal?

But Lieutenant General Hells still had a trace of luck in his heart. After all, rescuing hundreds of thousands of his own people amid the heavy siege of the German army was no small matter. It could affect the whole body, including the southwest border.

The overall safety of the second line of defense on the battlefield must also be carefully considered by the wartime high command.

But Marshal Rommel lost his patience and waited for a week. The bait of the Dallas encirclement did not attract the US military rescue force. His judgment was that the US military's high command probably saw through his attempt.

We plan to abandon the hundreds of thousands of American soldiers in the encirclement.

Since the bait had lost its effect, there was no need to waste any more time. Immediately, Marshal Rommel issued an order for a general attack to the German troops outside the encirclement.

In the sky, seven or eight fighter jets and bombers dropped heavy aerial bombs and strings of bombs mercilessly on the heads of the American soldiers. On the ground, thousands of large-caliber artillery fire shook the ground.

The mountains were shaking and gunpowder filled the air. More than a thousand heavy tanks were lined up in an assault formation. Their tracks stirred up the dust in the southwestern United States. They roared to cover groups of German infantry and poured into the American positions like a tide!

Dallas and its surrounding areas were shrouded in the flames of war. Only then did Lieutenant General Hells realize how ridiculous his idea of ​​standing still waiting for help was. Only then did he realize that in the previous week's battle, Germany

People simply didn't try their best.

By the dusk of the second day of the battle, the US military had lost more than 60,000 people. The remaining 70,000 to 80,000 people were compressed into a small area of ​​only a few dozen square kilometers with Dallas as the center. So many people were crowded together and so dense.

It was so big that a flying large-caliber German artillery shell could knock down a group of soldiers, and a heavy aerial bomb dropped could kill more than a dozen soldiers.

What's worse is that because there are no supplies, the troops' ammunition and food are almost exhausted, and a large number of wounded people die because they lack medicine and cannot receive timely treatment. Faced with such a predicament and no reinforcements are scheduled, Lieutenant General Hells

I know, I can't fight anymore.

In a dark and humid cave, the headquarters of the Ninth Army is located here. Sitting next to a bonfire with uncertain brightness and darkness, listening to the fierce sound of gunfire coming from all around, Lieutenant General Hulls dictated the telegram, "The southwest border.

General Satlan, the garrison commander, said that our Ninth Army, with more than 100,000 officers and soldiers, fought fiercely for several days with the German army that was several times our size. The troops suffered heavy casualties, the battlefield space was also greatly compressed, and ammunition and supplies were basically exhausted!"

"The situation on the battlefield is so critical, but we don't know when the rescue force will arrive. Although our unit has fought hard for many times, it has not been able to change the unfavorable situation. Faced with the heavy encirclement of the German army, breaking out is a hopeless move and only sacrifices the lives of soldiers in vain!"

"Although it is nightfall, the German attack has not stopped, and has become more and more fierce. Judging from the current situation on the Dallas battlefield, our army has run out of ammunition and food. It will not last longer than 10 days. If reinforcements do not arrive, the Ninth Army will not be able to escape.

The fate of the entire army being annihilated!"

Admiral Sartland immediately responded to the telegram, "I have read the call carefully. As a beauty, you can only fight to the death. It is impossible for the reinforcements to rescue you from the German siege within days. As for whether to rescue the second

Within the Ninth Army, the highest wartime headquarters, the two opinions are fiercely contested. So far, no decision has been made, and your department will need to persist for some time!"

After reading the telegram, Lieutenant General Hells's heart was as cold as falling into an ice hole. He completely understood why Oklahoma City was only a few days' journey from Dallas. Why did it take more than ten days?

, the rescue team has not arrived for a long time, but there is no rescue team at all!

The so-called internal disputes within the Wartime Supreme Headquarters were just excuses made by that old bastard Sartland. The Southwest Border Garrison Command or the Wartime Supreme Headquarters had no intention of rescuing the Ninth Army. He and his subordinates

More than 100,000 soldiers were abandoned by the United States. The funny thing was that he still held on to the illusion of standing still and waiting for help. He felt a sad feeling of being deceived.

Looking at the reality, Lieutenant General Hells knew that there was no point in continuing to resist. It would only make more soldiers fall under the guns of the German soldiers. He silently put General Sartland's reply to the

Burn it on the bonfire.

Then, he said to a colonel's staff: "As my plenipotentiary, go to negotiate with the Germans about the surrender of the Ninth Army. I have only one request, that the officers and soldiers of the surrendered Ninth Army be treated as prisoners of war."

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After a moment of silence, Lieutenant General Hells sent a simple telegram to General Satland, telling him that he had decided to order the remaining soldiers of the Ninth Army to surrender to the Germans.

More than two hours later, the gunfire on the battlefield in Dallas subsided. In the gloomy night, groups of American soldiers, escorted by German soldiers, lined up mechanically and silently in long lines, under the lights of German tanks.

Under guidance, gather at the designated location.

In the Battle of Dallas, the U.S. Ninth Army had a total strength of about 150,000. It lost more than 70,000 people on the battlefield, and the remaining troops surrendered more than 80,000. Marshal Rommel and his small cost achieved the total annihilation of the 15th Allied Forces.

The achievements of thousands of people.

However, Marshal Rommel was not very excited about such a record. He did not regard the U.S. Ninth Army, which had been beaten by him and fled on the battlefield of the southwestern border of the United States, as a real opponent.

, at best, it is just a bait, otherwise, the Battle of Dallas would have ended a week ago!

In Fort Worth, where the frontline headquarters of the German South American Army Group Headquarters is located, in Marshal Rommel's temporary office, there are several exquisite side dishes and a bottle of fine wine prepared on a round table. Judging from the atmosphere, it looks like

A family dinner.

Marshal Rommel's military uniform is straight, and he holds a golden marshal's scepter in his hand. He is waiting for someone, Lieutenant General Hers, commander of the U.S. Ninth Army, his opponent on the battlefield in Dallas, no, not his opponent.

They are just prisoners.

In Marshal Rommel's view, since this American wisely chose to surrender, he should be treated as a prisoner of war. This is the style and tradition of the German emperors. Marshal appreciates smart people, because this is the first battle in the American battlefield.

Only a U.S. lieutenant general who surrenders will enjoy this treatment. From then on, as the battlefield expands, more and more U.S. generals will surrender, but I don’t have that much time to meet them all in person!

Lieutenant General Hulse walked into Marshal Rommel's office accompanied by two German military school-level officers instead of being escorted. The Germans kept their promise and did not give the surrendered American general any personal insult, at least.

Now it seems that Lieutenant General Hulls looks less like a prisoner of war and more like a guest at a banquet.

Similarly, Marshal Rommel on the winning side did not have the arrogance of a victor. He greeted Lieutenant General Custer like an old friend, elegantly asked the prisoner of war to sit down, poured him a glass of amber wine himself, and then

, fill up your own wine glass, signal, and drink it all in one gulp.

At this point, Lieutenant General Hells let go of his sexuality. Beauty has her own pride. Even though she became a prisoner of war, she could not throw away the wind. He also unceremoniously drank a glass of wine slowly, and then drank it.

, he ate so much that during the more than ten days of being surrounded, he ate all his marching rations, and then he barely filled his stomach. In the last few days, he couldn't eat even one meal a day. He was really starving!

Marshal Rommel looked elegant and looked at the Americans who were eating so much. There was no contempt or ridicule in his eyes. He even ordered the guards to add a few more dishes to satisfy the appetite of the American lieutenant general who had been hungry for several days.

After a few glasses of wine, Lieutenant General Hells's expression returned to normal. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. He looked at Marshal Rommel and said, "Mr. Marshal, I admire your military commanding ability. What I want to know is

Yes, if our reinforcements arrive in time on the Dallas battlefield, will you still be able to annihilate the Ninth Army?"

(To be continued)r1152

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