Battle of the Third Reich

Xu Jun raised his head in the exclusive walkway of the head of empire. On the right side of the walkway is the back garden of the Prime Minister's Palace. Through the tall glass partition window, you can see the square pool and bronze sculpture in front of the main building.

At the end of the walkway is a north-south rectangular waiting room with two tall wooden doors leading to the head office. As for why two identical side doors were constructed, it was just to correspond to the two side doors on the west side of the office. It looks more symmetrical and beautiful.

The guard standing at the top of the corridor raised his arms to salute Xu Jun, and Disenhofen stepped forward to open the side door for Xu Jun.

"Let the girls of the Secretariat go back to rest, leaving two stenographers on duty." Xu Jun walked into his head's office, took off his military cap, and placed it with the marshal scepter in the north of the room Oak map table on the side.

"People are ready for a small meeting room. You can ask Schlumberger and Mueller if they have arrived." Xu Jun walked to his desk and sat down.

There is a small meeting room on the west side of the ground floor of the Imperial Chancellery near the auxiliary building. It has never been used during Hitler’s administration. It should be said that the meeting room of the Imperial Chancellery is used for decoration most of the time. After Hitler became the supreme dictator of the Third Reich, he never held a cabinet meeting in the Prime Minister’s Palace because the imperial ministers only had to obey his will and orders, and no one in Germany could control the idea of ​​the head of state, even the most intimate. Gorin is not good.

"Yes, my head." Disenhofen nodded to Jun Xu and Weierle, and then turned to the main entrance of the office.

"Sit, Weierle." Xu Jun opened a drawer on the side of the desk and took two clean cups from inside. He pointed to the high chair in front of the desk and motioned to Weierle to sit down.

"Let's talk about what you found, that Kuhnberg, is it called this name?" Xu Jun opened the door of a low cabinet beside the table, and took out a crystal wine bottle from it. The head of empire pulled out the stopper on the crystal wine bottle, poured some golden wine into the glass, and then pushed the glass to Weierle.

"Yes, his full name is Marvin Ulysses Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, my head of state." Weierle took the wine glass and thanked Xu Jun for stooping .

"Graf? Is he an earl?" Xu Jun poured himself a little brandy too. He doesn't drink too much. Occasionally, he would drink a small glass while staying up late at night to help him relax.

As mentioned earlier, the Weimar Republic cancelled all the privileges of the German aristocracy. In order to appease the aristocratic families with ancient heritage, the government allowed the aristocracy to retain the identity symbol Feng in the name, while adding their titles to the name, which is also The last remaining glory of these nobles.

"The Kuhnberg family has a long history and existed before the establishment of the Principality of Bavaria." Weierle replied.

"Well, keep going, Weirler." Xu Jun took a sip of the brandy and put the glass on the desk.

"Kunberg's performance is very cooperative, I think his words are very credible, my head." Weierle carefully placed the cup on the edge of the table.

"Is there any evidence to prove that he is not lying? Weyler." Xu Jun picked up half of the extinguished cigar from the ashtray, looked at the sign on it, and then reached for the matchbox. .

"I can't produce the evidence, my head, it's entirely out of my personal judgment. There is no need for Kuhnberg to fabricate such a lie. This has no advantage for him, because it is too easy to see through, he It is very clear what severe punishment will be imposed if we are deceived." Weierle replied.

"Understood, please continue, Weierle." Xu Jun lit the match, lit a half cigar, and then threw the fast-burning match into the ashtray.

"He told a rather bizarre story. My head, I can only repeat his words to you as much as possible. As for the content of the story, I think that with your wisdom, you should be able to judge the truth." Wei Erle said respectfully.

"Well." Xu Jun was undecided, but only slightly nodded in response.

"The story begins with the second Battle of the Marne in 1918. You should know that battle, when the Second Army was divided and pinched by the French heavy army group on the south bank, and the front-line troops suffered heavy losses." Weir Le reported.

After Dougan and his men left, Kuhnberg led the remaining officers and soldiers. With that simple defensive position, he repelled the French infantry three times in a row, but then the French heavy artillery entered the battlefield. Kuhnberg’s position was heavily bombarded by French heavy artillery.

In addition to the hell-like barbed wire jungle, the World War I left the soldiers with the deepest impression. I am afraid that the heavy artillery bombarded like a nightmare.

At that time, the casting technology of European large-caliber artillery was already quite developed. Compared with World War II, what was lacking was only more advanced sighting and fire control methods. Because of the artillery technology and tactics, heavy artillery in World War I could not accurately bombard the target like World War II, coupled with the complicated trench system built by both parties, effectively reducing the probability of artillery killing soldiers, Therefore, it is often possible to use cover artillery as a means of warfare, and increase the number of firepower to improve the killing efficiency.

The French army was equipped with a number of Saint-Chamond M1915 155mm cannons, with a range of up to 9,300 meters and a warhead weight of 43.5 kg. Kuhnberg’s infantry battalion soon learned the power of this terrible weapon. Although they are all veterans of the battlefield, they know how to deal with the shelling. When the problem is that the position is too rudimentary, there is not much anti-artillery. effect.

Shockwaves swept across the position with shrapnel, the explosion shook the soil on the side of the foxhole, some soldiers were buried alive in his hiding place, and the ones that were directly hit were powdered bones, and fragments of human tissues were thrown together with the raised soil Fly to a height of fifty meters. The machine gun was blown into the sky like a wheat stalk by a shock wave, and a long canvas belt was dragged behind him. Ammunition and weapon parts were mixed with mud and gravel and sprinkled in all directions. The helmet on the head of the soldier banged.

Although only two rounds of shelling had lasted for about fifteen or six seconds, Kuhnberg knew clearly that his infantry battalion was over.

A shell fell about ten meters in front of the foxhole where Kuhnberg was hiding. The explosion caused serious damage to the earl's hearing. Both of his eardrums were broken by air pressure and blood came from the ear hole It flowed out and ran down the cheek onto the uniform. The air was permeated with a pungent sulfur smell, acidic gas mixed with moisture irritated the soldiers' eyes and respiratory tract, and the exposed skin felt like a tingling fire.

The German soldiers temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. Kuhnberg knew this, and the French also knew that the French soldiers were launching a new round of charge at the German position, although the earl could not hear the cry from the other side. But he could feel that the crisis was approaching, and the enemy might be close at hand.

At this last moment, the major threw away the Ruger pistol, which had long been empty, and drew out the command knife left by his grandfather. Then a French infantryman in a blue coat appeared on the top of the slope. The French second-class soldier was wearing a Lebel rifle with a long bayonet at the oblique end, screaming and rushing down the **** to the bottom of the slope. German major.

Although Kuhnberg’s gray uniform was covered with black mud and the officer’s mark could not be seen at all, the high riding boots on his feet, the pistol holster around his waist and the shiny officer’s command knife in his hand were completely complete. Exposed his identity.

Kuenborg’s ears could not hear any sound, and the eardrum damage also affected his balance ability. It may also be accompanied by some slight concussion. Fortunately, this French soldier is a rookie and obviously did not have much bayonet combat training. Grid slightly awkwardly sideways to avoid the opponent's stab, and pierced the opponent's neck accurately with a sharp command knife.

German soldiers surviving on the position at the moment also carried their own weapons and fought for the final fight for survival. The **** melee battle was fully launched on this small position. But the French had an absolute quantitative advantage. Although the German officers and soldiers fought hard, they quickly fell in the siege of the enemy, which surprised the French. Until the last German soldier was stabbed, there was no enemy. Surrender to yourself.

Kuhnborg had been fighting until the end. He was treated as a big fish by the French army. Although he was covered with several bayonet wounds, he was not on a fatal part. Eventually he fell down due to excessive blood loss and excessive fatigue. Before falling into a coma, he was still holding the handle of the command knife tightly.

"Kunberg was captured by the French army. Because of his serious injuries, he was taken to the French Army Hospital in Paris for treatment." Weiler lifted his glass and sipped his brandy to moisten his throat.

"This is very easy to verify, and can allow the French to call up the record at that time. The French should have a record. Weyler." The head of the head tilted his head and his tone was hesitant, not that he did not believe Kuhnberg The confession is really not reliable on the French side.

"Medical records should be found. The French are more serious in this respect." Wehrler replied respectfully.

"Well, then what happened next." Xu Jun took a sip of cigar and slowly exhaled the pale white smoke.

"The treatment of captured German officers by the French has always been very good. Kuhnberg has received courtesies that match his rank, especially when the French know that he is an earl, he has given him a lot of special care. He He was quickly discharged from the hospital and then transferred to a prisoner of war camp on the outskirts of Paris, where he met a man who said what changed his destiny." Weiler said with a shrug.

"Continue, Weirler, continue." The head of empire pressed the cigar head into the ashtray, then picked up the wine glass and raised his head to drink the remaining brandy.

"My head, have you heard of the light meeting this organization before?" Weiler leaned forward with a mysterious expression.

"The light meeting?" Xu Jun froze in silence, his hand holding the crystal wine bottle stopped in midair.

"Go on, Weyler." The head of empire regained his composure immediately, holding the wine bottle firmly and pouring the brandy into the glass.

ps: I'm sorry that I can only post one chapter today. The author has recovered his status and will strive for a double change tomorrow.

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