Battle of the Third Reich

On May 24, 1940, the entire French sky was clear.

The sunlight in early summer was not violent. Even at noon, it just warmed the fertile land of France with just the right heat, and the wind gusts blew across the fields, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Let. Pierre is now lying on his comfortable wire bed enjoying a relaxing nap. He slept so deeply that the water in the glass placed on the bedside table was shaking as he purred.

Suddenly, a deeper rumble joined his "playing", and as this strange sound slowly approached, even the ground began to vibrate slightly. The rumbling sound became louder and louder, and now the sound of metal friction mixed with squeaking and harsh sounds could be heard. The vibration on the ground became more and more intense, and the whole house began to shake with the sound. The glass of water slowly slipped towards the edge of the bedside table with this vibration, and finally fell on the floor with a "snap".

Let. Pierre was finally awakened from his sweet sleep, and he sat up violently, looking at the rocking walls all around, wondering what happened.

But when he could distinguish the rumbling noise, he growled angrily.

"These **** Germans have made people sleep better."

He jumped out of bed violently, shirtless, wearing his comfortable cotton slippers and rushed to the balcony of the bedroom to look out from the crack in the door.

Let. Pierre's home was built at the intersection of two highways, and it was a very ordinary two-story wooden building. Like other French farmer's houses, Xiao Hu is not very gorgeous, but it is very durable.

Fifteen years ago, Jean had just retired from the army. Pierre used all his savings to buy this small farm. He took his pregnant wife from the hustle and bustle city to this peaceful and peaceful place. He pushed the original ruined house, built this small building by himself, and planted a large area of ​​apple trees and cherries on the wasteland behind the house. In the days to come, with his hard work, he not only expanded the area of ​​arable land on his farm but also hired many workers.

Since the two roads in front of him were the main road from Cambrai to Arras, he was smart enough to expand several rooms in the small building to let those passers-by stay with him and earn income every month. It's really good. Until the war suddenly broke out, let. Pierre has always lived in such a comfortable and comfortable life.

At the beginning of the war, although his employees suddenly left their farms one by one and were recruited into the army, although his two daughters brought back bad news from the town about how the German team was strong, but let . Pierre was still not worried that the war would involve his farm.

Of course, he still sent his wife and daughters to his grandmother's house far away in Le Havre for insurance purposes, but he insisted on staying not to leave. He believed that the Germans could not break through the Maginot line. Don't mention rushing into the French mainland to come to his farm.

Unexpectedly, the Germans came soon, and they swept through the land like a group of locusts. I heard the news on the radio. Pierre knew that they came from Belgium, not the Maginot line he always thought.

When his neighbors on the nearby farm dragged their homes and brought all their savings and began to flee to the south, let. Pierre still did not leave. He was reluctant to abandon his home, a place where he had worked hard for more than ten years.

In the first days, let. Pierre had been watching the whole group of Germans in front of his door with fear and fear, marching toward the west with his chest and head vigorously. From time to time, countless tanks and armored vehicles roared through the sky and dust. But after a few days he found that the Germans seemed not interested in his farm. Although occasionally a few soldiers ran into his yard, they just went to his well to fetch water and drink it. Will immediately run out of his yard to catch up with the advancing troops.

A troop of troops kept passing by the road in front of him, and it seemed that he had no intention of staying here. Let. Pierre gradually got used to it all. He felt that since the Germans did not come to harass themselves, there was no need to find any trouble, as long as they could spend their little lives in peace.

One night, a group of cars drove from Cambrai. A group of German officials were on board, and they rang. The door of Pierre's house was almost let go. Pierre was scared to death. As a result, the officers even told him to make a gesture, finally letting him know that they wanted to stay overnight at his house. Let. Pierre quickly arranged a room for them and prepared food for them. The Germans seemed satisfied, and they thanked him steadily. The Germans left early the next morning, and they even left him some marks on the table, which caused him to leave. Pierre felt that the Germans did not seem to be all cold-blooded murderous demons in the newspapers who were greedy villains.

But the behavior of the Germans made him feel a little angry last night. They marched in the middle of the night. The roar of trucks and tanks sounded all night, making him unable to sleep all night. It was only until that morning that the army finally came All past.

In the morning, let. Pierre dragged his tired body to his field to look after the crops, then went to the orchard for a while, and after lunch he went to bed again to make up for last night's sleep.

But what I didn't expect was that he had just slept less than an hour, and the Germans woke him from his sleep again, let. Pierre was really angry. He leaned over the door of the balcony door and looked at the road in front of the yard, but he saw nothing, and the road was empty. He found that the rumble suddenly disappeared, and his house no longer vibrated.

"Have the Germans passed? They ran really fast."

Let. Pierre left the balcony door and walked to his bed, feeling uncomfortable without waking up, and he was ready to continue his nap. But just when he had just touched the pillow, there was another low hum in the distance.

"Damn it, this day really can't be over."

Let. Pierre got up from the bed again, and he yanked open the door of the balcony to look at the sky. I saw a large group of planes flying towards his house in the distance. It seemed that there were fifty or sixty planes, with large and small formations lined up neatly.

"You bastards, there's no end to it, just passed the tank and came to the plane again, letting people not sleep, okay, wait, I want to give you a little color."

Let. Pierre waved his fists desperately at the group of approaching planes. Then he rushed back to the room, put on his coarse pajamas, and ran downstairs.

Let. Pierre quickly hurriedly pulled out his tattered single-barreled shotgun from the storage room under the stairs, loaded it with bullets, and then carried the shotgun out of the door with the bullet belt.

As soon as he rushed into the yard, he looked up at the sky. At that time, the neat formation of the group of planes was flying over his yard. It seemed to fly high, but the huge iron cross sign under the plane could still be seen. Clearly.

Let. Pierre said nothing in the first place and raised his hand at the plane. He knew that his bullets would never hit those planes, but he still felt very enjoyable. He continued to scream and reloaded a bullet, two shots, three shots, until the planes were far from his sight.

"If you run fast, you want to let you know what will happen if you disturb others."

Let. Pierre spit on the ground, then turned the gun on his shoulders proudly and turned around, ready to go back to sleep.

But when he turned around, his vision seemed to surprise him.

Right beside his house, there were now dozens of German tanks and armored vehicles parked in a row, and even one tank still crushed his fence and stopped in the yard. Several German soldiers were lifting water from his well. Several officers stood beside the tank holding a map. The other German soldiers were sitting on the tank holding food and kettles. ready to eat.

But the strange thing is that these Germans are now dumbfounded in place. All Germans kept the position of the previous moment, and looked at themselves with a puzzled look in surprise. Let. Pierre and the Germans stared at each other motionlessly.

Finally, the leader of the German government began to move, and he slowly raised his arm and pointed out a finger. Pierre, he seemed to be enduring desperately, his fingers trembling, and the expression on his face was strange. The German soldiers at the well slowly lowered the bucket, pulled the rifle from behind, and began to give way slowly. Pierre leaned over.

"Virgin Mary!"

Let. Pierre finally reacted. He quickly drew a cross on his chest, and then quickly dropped the gun on the ground, raising his hands high.

While Jean Pierre surrendered to the German team, Xu Jun was proudly sitting on the ju52 dedicated to the headquarters while looking at the neat **** group outside the window while thinking about his next work after landing.

Xu Jun will never know that his huge fleet was once ridiculously attacked by a silly French farmer with a broken shotgun.

He would not even know that the French farmer who was a little silly would solve a very big trouble for himself in the near future.

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