It has been a long time since William Loeb received the appointment to form the training battalion of the Airborne Forces, and they did not have their share in several exercises in the country, this unit seems to have been forgotten, but with more and more funds, the effect of the first establishment of the training battalion has also begun to play a role, a regiment including the commander of 5,100 troops took only three months to train and take shape, which is indispensable to the credit of the F-200C transport aircraft, which can accommodate 2 classes of 22 people after the internal equipment is emptied. Although the delivery distance was shortened, Eric promised Loeb that he would develop a new transport plane for him, and he could arrange for someone to participate in the design.

"General Witzleben, the Ministry of Defense has sent a telegram to General Loeb." A herald ran to the playground to find Witzleben, who was personally directing the training, but did not find Wilhelm Loeb.

"Isn't General Loeb at the command? What are you looking for here? Foolish! Witzlerben remembered what Loeb had said about staying at Command this morning, and cursed.

It's just that the herald thought that Witzleben was scolding him, but he saw Witzleben leave with a brisk pace.

Woo woo woo - a car without a roof is speeding down the road, this kind of military car for the Wehrmacht was designed by Eric himself, there is no beautiful streamline, what remains is boxy corners, this kind of steel welded military car without being pressed into a beautiful arc is named Jeep, in order to be cheap and practical. And the result of this lack of attention to appearance did reduce the production cost a lot, and it was able to be promoted within the Wehrmacht, and there were many markets in the civilian sector, and some federal state governments even bought them as special vehicles for units.

In the field, a group of soldiers have just successfully parachuted, and William Loeb is also sorting out his parachute, which is also a necessary homework for every paratrooper after training.

While they were happy, they were interrupted by the sound of a car approaching quickly, because they were walking back to the camp after tidying up, and there had never been a car to pick them up.

And this jeep is not used to transport troops, right? That's what everyone thinks.

"Damn, how did he get it?" When William Loeb looked at the military jeep, he immediately guessed that it was Witzleben who was looking for him.

Because William Loeb wanted to parachute, he couldn't wear an officer's uniform, they were all paratroopers' uniform field uniforms, dark green camouflage, and some of them couldn't even be noticed at a glance in the fields, so you can imagine how difficult it was for Witzler to find Wilhelm Loeb.

After asking a few soldiers to no avail, Witzleben became a little impatient, he did not let William Loeb participate in the skydive for a reason, because although the accident rate of parachuting has decreased, it has always been there, he is afraid that William Loeb is in this small probability event, otherwise the president will not be able to explain the accident.

When Witzleben was struggling to find another area, the soldier was a little embarrassed, and Witzleben immediately understood that this must have been parachuted out of the same plane as Wilhelm Loeb.

"Say, where is General Loeb? Otherwise they can all run back to the camp, you have to run 20 kilometers in the opposite direction and come back, think clearly, my soldier. Witzleben said with a direct threat to him.

"Hey, who told you to scare my soldiers?" William Loeb appeared.

"Hurry up and get in the car, urgent." After seeing the main owner, Witzleben looked serious and didn't say anything about his parachute jump, Loeb knew that something should be something, and it was quite urgent, and jumped into the car with a vigorous posture.

In the office of the commander of the Airborne Forces Command, William Loeb was reading a telegram from the Ministry of Defense, which did not need to be authenticated at all.

"It's an order for operational deployment." William Loeb said.

"Where's the detail?" Witzler did not read the telegram.

"Look at yourself, you are my staff officer, do you want me to read it to you?" Wilhelm Loeb threw the telegram on the table with a look of disgust, apparently angry that Witzler had not allowed him to parachute.

"We don't have a lot of time, so if we don't want to miss this opportunity, we'll have to start right away." Witzleben said after a cursory glance at the telegram.

Wilhelm Loeb, however, was surprised by what Witzleben said, and in his opinion, the chief of staff, who had always felt that the Airborne Forces were not combat-ready, would not approve of putting the troops into combat so quickly.

"You think we can fight too?" William Loeb said happily.

"I mean we have to leave quickly, I didn't say that we can fight, the United Front Work Department's order is to ask us to be transferred to the border to prepare, and it didn't say that we should join the war, these things have been planned by the United Front Work Department a long time ago, so you will make less trouble." Witzler still meant the same thing, the Airborne Forces were still too young, many ideas were in the groping stage, and premature actual combat could only make the battle damage ugly.

With a snort, Wilhelm Loeb slammed the door, and then, after the soldiers returning from the long run, returned to the barracks, except for a few guard companies that remained in the barracks on the outskirts of Nuremberg, all the officers and men boarded the bus to the Nuremberg railway station, where a special train destined for Munich was about to arrive.

Nuremberg railway station, because of the wartime control, all the democratic movement and unauthorized trains were all stopped outside the city waiting to enter, the station is three lengthened Wehrmacht special trains, enough to accommodate more than 10,000 people, but at this time there are still many vacant seats on the train, on which some of the logistics personnel of the armored division and part of the soldiers of the 1st mixed army of the Wehrmacht field army. In order to maximize the efficient use of space, Eric's transportation plan does not have organized transportation, but maximizes the use and then integrates again at the destination, so that the military can be concentrated in a short period of time very quickly.

"Who are we waiting for?" A private of the 1st Mixed Army went to the bathroom to solve his personal problems and found that the train had not yet started, and he only hoped that the train would arrive in Munich as soon as possible and find his troops.

The idea of this private was apparently in the majority, and many people echoed it, because with the two major victories of the German advance in World War I, the Wehrmacht was clearly still convinced of the invincibility of the Wehrmacht under the influence of the veterans. What they are thinking about is how to earn the military industry, so that the lintel can be glorified.

"Yo, here, look, tsk, unclothed, which unit is this, so miserable? This is not the Polish local army, right? I remember what the Poznan garrison and the Lodz garrison were in our country, could it be them? It just doesn't look like it, huh? "The private was staring at the waiting room of the train station when he suddenly saw a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms, but some of the soldiers at the front of the line had unbuttoned their clothes.

The leaders of these platoons are the airborne troops who have just finished parachuting and run all the way back to the camp for 20 kilometers, and the weather is now the highest time of the year, and the soldiers have unbuttoned their buttons to dissipate heat. The 20-kilometer run had already made these soldiers so tired that they were about to lie down, but they couldn't pull their faces in front of their peers, so they were still holding on. Even Witzlerben felt that the airborne troops could not fight in real combat, and was touched after seeing this incident. He glanced at William Loeb, who was running at the front in camouflage uniform, and it was him, a fierce fellow who was not afraid of death, and there was no soldier who brought out a bad seed.