Battle of the Third Reich

"This is probably a misunderstanding, sir, you must have mistaken me and others, my name is." Kuhnberg raised his hands and said he was harmless.

"Marvin Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, don't quibble anymore, this is not something that someone like you should do." Dougan raised his hand to signal his men to put down their weapons, and then strode to the count.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Mr. Major. I really didn't expect to meet you again in this way." Dao Gen said with emotion.

"Have we met before? Sorry, I can't remember it." Kuhnberg gave up to continue his resistance, he asked with a wry smile.

"Twenty-two years later, I can understand that perhaps this can help you recall something." Dougan pulled out a Bavarian Crown Cross (Marx Joseph Military Medal) from the pocket of his uniform.

"You should remember this medal because it was yours." Dougan handed the beautiful white enamel cross medal to Kuhnberg.

For the first time, Kuhnberg's face showed a surprised expression. He took the medal and rubbed it in his palm, feeling the warm feeling of sliding his fingertips over the enamel glaze, just like he often did more than 20 years ago. Like that.

"Where did you get this from?" Kuhnberg raised his head and looked at Dougan.

"You handed it to me personally, Major." Daogen's eyes were filled with nostalgia for the past.

"You are that sergeant? To tell you the truth, you have changed a bit. It seems that you have been doing well these years. Colonel SS, I can't recognize you at all." Kuhnberg awakened the memory of the year, he Looking up and down Dougan, there was a hint of irony in his tone: "I remember your name is Jack Fried Dougan."

"I'm glad you remember what happened then, major." Dougan ignored the other's rudeness.

"How could it be forgotten, that kind of thing." Kuhnberg looked down at the medal in his hand and fell into memories of the past.

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"You are leading everyone to commit suicide, major, this person can't stop the French offensive." Dougan followed behind Kuhnberg, eagerly told the fact to the major.

"Someone has to do this, sergeant, there has to be someone." Kuhnberg turned back to stare at Dougan's eyes: "There are more than two thousand casualties in the military hospital that are too late to transfer, as well as doctors and nurses and a Approval of civilian staff, these people must not fall into the hands of the French, you know what this will mean to them."

After four years of **** fighting, the French military almost disappeared. In order to relieve the pressure of the war, these soldiers can do anything terrible. On the other hand, the Germans are no different. For victory, the spirit of chivalry has long been stepped into the mud at the bottom of the trench, and the animal nature in people's hearts completely overwhelms human nature.

"There are no trenches, barbed wire, or artillery that provides cover. We only have twelve machine guns in our hands and ammunition is seriously inadequate. Are you going to use the soldier's body to resist the French army's barrage offensive?" Dougan argued.

"If necessary, yes, sergeant. You thought that only you had fought here!" Kuhnberg grabbed Dougan's shoulder and pointed to the German soldiers who were digging the foxhole on the side of the road.

"Look at these people, Sergeant Dougan. Each of them is an experienced veteran. Some people even joined the army before the war and experienced almost all the battles on the Western Front. Do they not know what you said? Sergeant? There is no second choice in front of us. These people know this as well as me. Someone always has to make sacrifices in war. The German Empire may be defeated, but the spirit of the empire will last forever.

Everyone here knows clearly what they are going to face. Once the battle begins, everyone will surely die here. But nobody complained to me, do you know why? Because they are willing to sacrifice their lives for their comrades. So please give up your "wise" suggestions. If I were you, I would pick up the iron pickaxe and dig a trench. "Kunberg pushed away Dougan. He turned and walked up a dirt **** by the road, holding up his telescope and looking in the direction the French might appear.

"This major is a madman, squad leader." Burt took off his helmet and put it on the edge of the pit. He raised his head and said to Dougan.

"I don't know, Burt, but I think this is a great person, and should be said to be a hero." Dogen bent down to pick up the pickaxe on the ground, spit in his hands, and then raised it high Pickaxe.

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"All of these officers and men know that they are being led to death by officers. Everyone knows this. This is something that is rarely seen in that world war." Weierle reported to Xu Jun.

"I've never heard Dougan talk about this. The Army Command should have detailed records." Xu Jun took a baked cigar out of the cigar box.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. At the end of the Battle of the Marne River, the front line once collapsed. At that time, the combat records were very confusing. Many troops were annihilated by formation, and no written records were left. This is the case of this third infantry battalion. Dogen once investigated that the Army only recorded the time when this unit was annihilated. As for the description of the combat details, there was no word. The infantry battalion left the world with only one order and one copy to cancel the designation. A thick list of fallen people. All 376 officers and soldiers were killed in total, and none survived." Daogen replied with emotion.

"Now don't we already have a survivor in hand? At least we can be sure that the commander has survived successfully." Xu Jun stood up holding a cigar.

"It's all up to you, and find out all this for me, Weierle." The emperor's head looked at his think tank with majesty.

"Your will, my head." Weierle respectfully bowed.

"They retreated, and now everyone counts the ammunition in their hands." Dougan crouched in the shallow foxhole, and he just used his carbine to shoot down a French captain.

"Good job, Sergeant Dougan, your performance did not insult the medal on your chest." Kuhnberg knelt beside the foxhole, his command knife shimmering in cold light.

"Major, these French are just underestimating the enemy." Dougan pulled a five-round bridge clip from the bullet bag around his waist and inserted it into the barrel of the Mauser carbine.

"What do you think the French will do next, sergeant." Kuhnberg asked Dougan, with a confident smile on his lips.

"If it is me, then reorganize the troops, temporarily stop the attack, and wait for the artillery behind to catch up. Then concentrate the artillery and flatten the position." Dougan pressed the bridge clip into the barrel and pulled it out. The bullet bridge stuck in the slot was thrown on the edge of the foxhole.

"I feel lucky now that you are on our side, sergeant." Kuhnberg praised.

"Thank you very much, sir." Dougan was not qualified to use this as a tonic, and German soldiers had a modeled answer to this.

"No, this is literally meaning, sergeant. If the French commander is smart enough, he should do it. But the problem is that we are obviously a stupid." Kuhnbog mentioned the command knife Point a finger toward the front of the position.

"They attacked again and all are ready to fight!" The battalion commander issued a command loudly.

"Ready to fight!"

"The French came up again and gave them a bit of a taste."

"Kill them to keep a piece of armor!" This simple block on the ground echoed with a loud cry.

ps: Thank you for your support. I really don’t have much to say, only to try to compensate everyone in the future.

Almost seven chapters have been owed before and after, plus the next three chapters, ten chapters together.

The so-called debt is not worrying, and slowly pay back from the second half of the month.

I dare not ask everyone to support the monthly ticket this month, although I really want it.

I have been busy with things these days, and I can only change one chapter every day. I hope you will understand. (.)