Battle of the Third Reich

Tierpark is Berlin’s central park. Because of its close proximity to the famous Brandenburg Gate, and a large number of government agencies including the Reich’s Chancellery, there are direct views of Germany’s political core in the park, so It has always been a famous scenic spot that attracts tourists from all over the world except Berlin Zoo.

A large number of monuments and commemorative buildings in the park, as well as dozens or even hundreds of years of ancient trees, the landscapes in the history of the German garden masters cleverly constructed along the river, let countless visitors come here to linger and leave a lifetime Unforgettable good memories.

Even Berlin citizens who are accustomed to seeing these landscapes, if they have spare time for holidays, they will often drag their homes to take a picnic on the woodland lawn here and enjoy the rare leisure time in city life.

This year there are not as many entertainment activities in future generations. After all, Berlin is the capital of the country. After 100 years of operation, the cultural facilities are still fully equipped. If you change to the German countryside at that time, if you have a circus in the town, you can Evolved into a national carnival.

"Look at this cypress tree. It's really good wood." Golder patted a thick trunk with a man in his arms.

"It's indeed a good tree. Would you like me to find an axe for you?" The strong man beside him teased with a smile.

"It's not funny at all." The director of the Agricultural Self-Government Committee of Shigenmutu Village is very upset.

"Well, where is the place you made an appointment with? I feel this basket is getting heavier." In order to show that he was telling the truth, the strong man also shook the picnic basket in his hand.

Hans Craig is Gold's best friend and buddy. The two were born only a few days apart. The two houses also faced the door. They grew up together, read together, and were punished together. The two men here are like biological brothers, and they are inseparable wherever they go. It wasn't until Gold graduated from high school that he chose to go home to farm, and Craig chose to serve in the army.

After completing the training of the new camp, Craig was assigned to the 7th Panzer Division and served as a motorcycle herald. At that time, the division was not well known. Craig had reported to his unit less than two days after the report, and the troops left the station. By the time the soldier understood what had happened, he was already driving a motorcycle, mixed in a chaotic convoy, and marching **** the snowy road in the forest of Ardennes.

In the early days of the French campaign, he had been busy passing orders between the division and the various battalions. Because of his good performance, he was also praised by the division commander General Rommel. Everything seemed very smooth, but then the **** Battle of Arras broke out, and the seventh armored division encountered a surprise attack from the flanks of the British armored forces on the way. The 7th Armored Division was surrounded by the opposing forces' strength, and the personnel and equipment suffered heavy losses. Eventually, even the commander General Rommel was killed in command of the battle. At that time, the entire armored division could be said to be breathing on the verge of destruction.

The 83rd Communication Battalion was hit hard by the British bombardment, and its personnel and technical equipment were almost completely destroyed, but Craig survived luckily. At that time, there were three other motorcycle heralds with him.

Just when Craig thought he was going to die for the Third Reich, the great head of state (Xu Jun: Wo was only a deputy head of state at that time.? (￣.￣)) was like an angel sent by God, driving a blue-gray The Heinkel bomber descended quietly from the sky (Xu Jun: I don’t want either, both engines were turned off, and I was also desperate. (￣▽￣")). This is the first time the head of state has been in the world. In front of him, the art of conducting that day like that (Xu Jun: Wait! What art?! (⊙_⊙)) was shown to save the seventh armored division from the ruined situation and even lead a group of remnants. The defeat defeated the British offensive and drove the enemy into the trap of Dunkirk.

As the only four motorcycle heralds remaining in the division, during those few days, Craig and his comrades were fortunate to be personally commanded by the head of state. Craig even chatted with the head of state, and he was also With the kind encouragement of the head of state, in the days to come, the words of the head of state have supported the heroic struggle of the soldier. That simple encouragement gave Craig infinite courage.

As everyone already knows, Craig, along with the remaining troops of the 7th Armored Division, was incorporated into the Cybrus Corps and became a glorious member of the forces directly under the head of state. Later, Craig participated in the follow-up battle on the French battlefield. When France surrendered, he had been promoted to the rank of Sergeant of the Army. Then he accompanied the legion and crossed the sea to participate in the Battle of England. When the three-headed dog launched a charge to London, Craig led the motorcycle platoon under his temporary command, followed by the team of the vanguard reconnaissance company, and rushed to the forefront of the army.

After the battle in London, Craig was not only promoted to sergeant platoon leader because of his heroic performance in battle, but also won the coveted first-level Iron Cross Medal, this simple young man who came out of the village of Herzbell, He finally achieved his childhood dream and became a glorious fighting hero.

"Don't worry, the appointment is right in front of you. You can see it when you turn around in the woods." Gold squeezed the rucksack over his shoulder, bulging inside, looking full.

As Gold said, just after the cypress forest, a large lawn appeared in front of them. Although it was already winter, it still looked like green grass.

"Look, they're there." Gold said, pointing to the corner of the lawn, and then the young farmer shook his arms vigorously far away, hoping to attract the other's attention.

"It's too far here, and they didn't see you." Craig pulled a companion's arm, then carried the picnic basket and strode toward the goal.

"Hi! Merced Tess!" Gold yelled at Lori running wildly on the lawn.

"John!" Little Loli was stunned for a while. After seeing the person coming, she immediately threw it cheerfully.

"You are late, John." Ronst stood up from the picnic cloth and waved at Gold with a smile.

"I'm already desperate to get on the road, and it took a little more time to prepare for this." Gold took the little Loli in one hand and strode to Ronst in stride.

"Miss Vogelinde? Didn't she come with you?" Gold put the bag on his shoulder on the picnic cloth.

"She still has some business matters that need to be dealt with, and she will arrive later." Ronster took the daughter from Gold.

"John, who is this man." Little Lori asked with a small, fleshy hand, pointing at the tall Craig.

"It's rude to call him Uncle John." Ronst patted the baby girl's **** gently.

"It doesn't matter, Captain, this is Hans Craig, my best friend. I remember I mentioned him to you before." Gold introduced.

"Hans Craig, it's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Captain." Craig's conditioned reflexion stood straight.

"Scott Ronst, good luck." Ronst reached out and shook hands with Craig.

"Don't stand, let's sit down and talk again." Gold said aloud without seeing it.

"Yes, sit wherever you want, Mr. Craig."

"You can call me Hans, Mr. Captain."

"Then you have to remove Mr. Captain and call me Scott." Ronst put his daughter on the cloth mat on the side.

"Come and see what good I brought you? Merced Tess." Gold dragged his huge rucksack and pulled the cable from the mouth of the bag.

"This is your favorite honey, and this is the jam my mother made by hand." The young farmer kept pulling out various bottles and jars like a magic trick.

"He likes children very much." Ronst said to Craig with a smile.

"Yeah, John has been like this since he was a kid. He is the kindest person I have ever seen." Craig smiled and set the picnic basket aside.

"Listening to him, are you serving in the Corps of Cyprus?" Ronst took out the cigarette case and passed it to Craig.

"Thank you, Captain. I'm a motorcycle driver." Craig waved his hand and said he didn't smoke.

"I used to serve as a staff officer in the Fifth Infantry Division." Ronster took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

"Is it in Dresden?" Craig asked.

"Yes, my wife and I used to live there." Ronst looked up at the young daughter who was playing with Gold.

"Mrs. did not come with you today?"

"She died half a year ago." Ronst vomited a cigarette.

"Sorry, I don't know this." Craig quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, it's all a thing of the past." It was okay for Ronst to wave his hand.

"So are you on vacation now?" The Army sergeant wanted to digress.

"Well, I'm on vacation, but I'll be back in the army soon." Ronst nodded and answered.

"Oh, I have only one week left, and I will return to the army soon." Craig said.

"Then you have to enjoy every day in front of you, Hans, this peaceful day will not last too long." Ronster brushed the dust.

"Have you heard any new news? Before I took the vacation, the regiment was already circulating. We are likely to go to war with the Russians in the east." Craig turned to look at Ronster.

"It seems that this is no longer a secret. I don't know whether there will be a war. It depends mainly on the attitude of the Russians. If they insist on challenging the Third Reich, we can only defeat him completely. It's like treating France and Britain." Ronst took a sip of cigarettes, then turned around and pressed the cigarette **** into the mud on one side.

"Look, Sister Walling! Dad, Sister Walling is here!" Mercer Tess's sweet cry rang out.

Craig looked up quickly and saw only a female officer wearing an army uniform. He walked gracefully and elegantly. The army sergeant was willing to swear to the sky that at that moment he saw the Valkyrie from Valhalla. .

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