My Third Empire

Borol shook his head, supported the helmet on his head with his hands, patted the white ash on his chest, and spat the saliva in his mouth aside. (starting)

Hello! Hello? He yelled loudly twice, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with his ears, he carefully bent over and stood by the window, peeking out half of his head, and then He quickly pulled his head back.

Balu! The French retreated? He yelled upstairs, but no one seemed to answer.

Balu! He had a bad premonition, and for a moment the big beard grinning against the cannon came to his mind again, which made him very uncomfortable.

So he yelled with more anxiety and urgency: Balu! I'm calling you! Bastard!

I heard it! This is the third time I've answered you! Bolor! Finally, Baloo's voice came from his ears. It seemed that there was indeed a small problem with his ears just now, but now it seems that there is no major problem. in the way.

The French are gone? asked Bollor, laughing.

Although he didn't know why his platoon leader laughed, Baru, who walked down the stairs with a machine gun, replied: Retreat, I saw them come down after walking a long way. I don't know why, they should be able to easily Break us.

Go and gather everyone. I want to check the casualties. There is no way to hold on here. Make arrangements and be ready to retreat at any time. Bolor said to Baru, and then turned to leave.

Baloo stopped him suddenly: Hey! Head! Are you okay?

Boroll was taken aback for a moment, then stared at Baru: It's okay, of course I'm fine, what do you mean by asking that?

I want to ask if it hurts to have a fork 'inserted' in your shoulder. Baloo pointed to Borol's back and asked.

It seems that nervousness and killing can really make people forget the pain for a while. Only then did Boroll find a fork stuck in his shoulder, which seemed to be the sundries from the grenade just now. He pulled out the fork and threw it on the ground: Come and help me, I have a tourniquet in the back pocket of my waist.

After bandaging the wound, Borol walked out of the house with the gun in hand. Baloo went to find other survivors, and he walked slowly on the road of the small village with a gun in his hand. At a street corner, he saw one of his subordinates lying on the ground, staring at the sky with big eyes, but there were several bullet holes on his chest and neck, and the blood that flowed had dried up.

Walk over carefully,

He closed the soldier's eyes with his hands, then tore off the ID card from the corpse, and put it in his jacket pocket solemnly. He raised his head and looked at the warehouse next to the entrance of the village. There used to be an anti-tank artillery position, and it was still there just ten minutes ago, but now there is light smoke, and there is no sound at all.

He stepped over the fence that was half shattered by the machine gun, and walked slowly to the place where his heroic comrades had fought. He felt his face itchy, as if there were small bugs crawling down his cheekbones. But he didn't pay attention to these, and went straight to the face of the bearded man, even though the person leaning there was now just a corpse, unable to open his eyes or speak anymore.

Four German paratroopers were killed here—or airborne infantry. Although these people had not received parachuting training, they could immediately replenish the paratroopers through transport planes. They can be said to be the most favorable support for the paratroopers, and they can also be said to be the most elite infantry in Germany. These people did not embroider the alpine edelweiss that represents the honor of paratroopers on their collars, but there was a button on it to distinguish them from ordinary infantry.

Walking to the side of the bearded man, Bolor sat down slowly and looked at the man who was sent to support him. Now he himself is still alive, but the man who came to support died here. Borol lit a cigarette, then for some unknown reason drew another and placed it on one of the cannon's bloody seats.

I invite you to smoke a cigarette, I hope you have a good journey. Bolor said softly, then he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face.

Behind him, a German sniper came over: Sir! Everyone is assembled, waiting for you to go over.

Boroll nodded, stood up and tore off the ID tags of the soldiers killed here and put them back in his pockets, then walked back, and when he passed the sniper, he pointed to the door behind him The 75mm caliber cannon said, It's really a good gun.

You are right! Very powerful cannon. The sniper nodded, glanced at the burning tank wreckage at the entrance of the village, and nodded again: A good cannon!

It seemed that something had been let go, and Boroll's footsteps became much lighter. When he saw his subordinates, he became irritable for some reason. He didn't find his former deputy squad leader among the familiar crowd, and...several people he knew.

It's not sadness, it's not emotion, Boroll doesn't know how to describe his inner feelings. It's just that I feel very tired and feel that my breathing is out of rhythm. He walked into the crowd step by step, put the gun in his hand on the table, picked up the dozen or so ID cards that were already there, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Does anyone know how to drive? When I retreat later, I think it will be faster with that thing. Bolor asked, and several people raised their hands. He nodded and continued: Clean up the ammunition and destroy everything that cannot be taken away.

Balu, take the people from Squad 1 and Squad 2 and pack up... Squad 3 will set up guard posts around, and if you find anything, notify everyone immediately. He pointed out the window: Deploy manpower in all directions, The French don't know why they gave up the attack, so be careful.

Just as Bolor and the others were packing up their things and loading up their car to prepare to retreat, a messenger motorcycle from Valhaven Airport drove into the village. The German order soldier was wearing a raincoat, leather gloves, and a nameplate with a pattern like a heart goggle hanging around his neck.

Who is your commander here? The rider didn't get off his motorcycle, or even turn off the engine. It was obvious that he was in a hurry to convey the news to the next place.

Boroll stepped forward and replied: I am their commander. Is there any order from the headquarters?

It's not an order this time. The orderly shook his head: The head of state protects us, the French army has retreated. They are retreating to the southwest.

retreated? How could it be possible to retreat like this? Boroll was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly asked, Why?

I heard that the head of state heard about the plight here, and dispatched more than 40 Stuka bombers and 20 FW-190 fighter jets, which took turns to attack the French army. These air forces disrupted the French offensive. , On the other hand, the 11th Armored Division of Army Group B is only a few hours away, so the French had to retreat. The orderly saluted a German salute: Congratulations, commander! We have won.

Won? can not imagine. Boroll sat down on the steps, looked at his comrades who were also stunned, and suddenly laughed silly. The retreat seemed so far away, as if they would not have to flee for their lives to Williams Bridge, and everything felt very unreal.

But this feeling of unreality soon disappeared, and the Panther tanks of the 11th Panzer Division of the German Army brought confidence to the weak German paratroopers at this moment. Watching one tank after another pass by, Boroll and the others, who had just dug out the mines they had planted in a hurry, had an unprecedented sense of security.

For a moment they truly believe that their battle seems to be over. At least... At least it's the end of the stage.

Subsequently, a whole company of German infantry rushed over. They were ordered to take over the position here and informed the paratroopers that they could return to Valhaven on foot.

Boroll was not stingy either. He gave drinks and some supplies, as well as the mines dug up, to these infantrymen. The car was also left for the passing German infantry to use for transportation. He took the paratrooper squad to carry his own Return to Valhaven lightly armed.

They were in a very good mood on the road, because they bumped into the battalion personnel who were also returning there, and they also encountered an artillery unit on the road. Dozens of trucks were speeding past with 150mm heavy artillery. They have already secured victory in the battle.

These paratroopers were full of confidence with cigarettes in their mouths. Although their bodies were covered in dust and some of their faces were covered with blood, they were today's victors and the heroes of the entire German army on the Western Front.

Before he knew it, Boroll heard the singing that made his blood boil again. Although the singing was far away, it was very clear:

We fight for Germany,

For liberty and honor,

We will make the enemy restless!

The cruel hand of death,

usually prefers the best pawns,

But we won, and the wall still stands,

The enemy like a flood is defeated by us!

Which makes us paratroopers,

Be a hero of Germany!

March with us, comrades!

In the same Medal of Honor,

Wherever we are, let's keep going!

And the devil laughed like this: Hahahahaha.

We fight for Germany,

For liberty and honor!

We will make the enemy restless!

It's really a good song! Boroll thought as he walked by the side of the road with his MP-44 on his back. Behind him is Baru carrying a G42 machine gun, and behind him are the medical soldiers who have run out of all the medicines, followed by disgraced German paratroopers one after another, humming their war songs , moving the dry and peeling lips to reveal the white teeth.

Yes, we are German paratroopers, we are Gods of War who fell from the sky! We are not afraid of death, we offer victory to the Führer! Borol put his hands in his pockets and touched the badges—and you too.

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