"Tysenhofen, is there any news from Cherbourg?"

"Not yet, Major Xester is continuing to contact, my Führer."

Tysenhofen took the scepter and military hat in Xu Jun's hand, and then quickly opened the door of the Führer's office.

"I know, let me know as soon as there is news."

"Yes, my Führer."

Xu Jun rubbed one side of his temple and walked slowly to his huge desk.

"That's right, Tysenhowen."

Your Excellency the Young Führer stopped.

"Yes, my Führer."

The same young adjutant puffed out his chest.

"Get us some drinks, I want a hot cup of tea, how many of you?"

Xu Jun turned his head to look at Weierle, who was about to sit down on the sofa, and now His Excellency the Chief of Staff was half-bowing and paused there, looking a little funny.

"Like you, my Führer, I want a cup of tea."

Under Xu Jun's influence, His Excellency the Chief of Staff has become a staunch member of the Green Tea Club, the base camp of the Führer.

"Dogen?"

Xu Jun looked at Daogen.

"Coffee, my Führer."

The SS colonel standing by the fireplace held his head held high as always, and there was a rare look of embarrassment on his extremely cool poker face.

As a veteran member of the Stronghold Coffee Club, the determined Dougan is equally committed to his own tastes and habits.

"A pot of green tea, a pot of coffee, Tysenhowen."

"Yes, my Führer."

The Adjutant nodded respectfully to everyone in the room and closed the door to his office.

"What do you think of the meeting?"

Xu Jun walked to the desk and sat down.

"It was perfect, my Führer, and your speech silenced all the officers."

Wehrle twisted his waist comfortably on the couch.

"Hmm...... Isn't that ......?"

Xu Jun picked up a document from the table and flipped through it.

"You seem to be a little dissatisfied? My Führer. ”

Weirle quickly sat up straight, and he asked cautiously.

"Well, maybe."

Xu Jun gathered the documents in his hand, and then threw them into the paper basket by the wall in a chic manner.

"It's another piece of false information."

Xu Jun explained with a smile at the chief of staff with a puzzled face.

"I can't really be satisfied with today's meeting, even though on the surface we did get what we wanted."

Xu Jun stood up and walked towards Weierle.

"I don't understand, can you explain? My Führer. ”

"Those generals and marshals have not really been convinced by me, just look at their eyes. I also knew that it was impossible to solve all the problems in a single meeting, especially the ideological differences, which were difficult to correct in a short period of time. ”

Xu Jun sat down on the sofa, Weierle hurriedly moved to the side and sat a little distance, and His Excellency the Führer stretched his waist happily.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. It was already a leap forward that we finally got them to agree on strategic issues today, and I hope that the atmosphere of harmonious work, as it is today, will be maintained until the end of the war. ”

Xu Jun scratched his head and picked up his delicate cigar box from the coffee table.

"It is inevitable under your leadership, my Führer."

Dogen walked over to Xu Jun, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for his Führer, and then pulled over a chair and sat down at the coffee table.

"Do you think so? Doggett? ”

Xu Jun tilted his head and smiled at his faithful adjutant.

"Yes...... I think so, my Führer. ”

For the first time, a third color appeared on Dougan's poker face.

"Hehe, I trust your judgment, Dogen."

Xu Jun said with a smile as he bit his cigar.

"Führer, your drink."

Tysenhofen wasted no time in pushing a dining cart at the door, successfully rescuing the strong Colonel Dogan from his embarrassment.

"Also, the first telegram from Cherbourg, my Führer."

After skillfully putting the drink jug on the dining car on the coffee table, Tysenhofen respectfully placed a document in front of Xu Jun.

"Oh, thank you, Tysenhowen."

Xu Jun opened the folder and read it carefully.

"How's it going? My Führer. ”

Weierle made a cup of tea for Xu Jun.

"The information of the Eye of Odin is correct, and the fire has been handed in."

Xu Jun handed the document to Wei Erle, and then picked up the teacup and tasted the tea leisurely.

"It seems that this time you have struck Churchill in the soft underbelly again, my Führer."

Weirle read the document quickly, then smiled and handed it to Dogan, who was curiously stretching his neck on the side.

"Let the fat man on the other side cry, I hope he will get used to carrying a handkerchief."

Xu Jun smiled and picked up the teacup and gently touched the cup with Weierle.

"What do you think, Dogen."

Wierle looked at Dougan with his teacup, and he saw that Dougan was stunned by the telegram.

"Colonel Dogen, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Weirle put down his teacup and asked suspiciously.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was distracted. ”

Dougan smiled apologetically at Wheeler.

"What are you thinking? Doggett. ”

Xu Jun asked curiously.

"I was thinking that I wished I could be there, and I was a little jealous of the commander who commanded this operation."

"Dogen."

Xu Jun picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of coffee, and handed it to the flattered adjutant.

"My dear friend, you need not be jealous of anything. Honestly, you're not the right fit for that kind of job, because you're too upright compared to that guy. ”

"That guy? My Führer. ”

Dogen blinked suspiciously.

"yes, that guy ......"

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"Sir, we caught a big fish this time!"

Sergeant Wolf shouted excitedly.

"yes, it's big."

His commander replied with a sinister smile, and it seemed that he was in a really good mood right now.

This guy who can put the suffix hideous on his smile is actually not ugly, and he can be classified as handsome.

A face with sculptural and resolute lines, beautiful lake-green eyes and heroic eyebrows, short lean white blonde hair, soft lips and a slightly upturned chin.

Overall, this is a face with extraordinary lethality to women, especially for girls who like to dream of being knights.

However, in the eyes of his men, it was a demonic face, which should only exist in hell and the most horrible nightmares, especially when he began to show his charming smile.

Except for those close to him, everyone will admit that smile is quite attractive.

Sometimes his friends and subordinates would rejoice that the demon was on their side, because no one wanted to see him in the crowd of enemies, and it would be a lifelong nightmare.

"Tick shots, let the infantry press up from the flanks, they can't run now."

The spirited demon shouted happily, and the MP38 in his hand continued to sing happily, and the bright muzzle flame gilded his handsome face, which was a little pale.

"Suppress that machine gun and kill it!"

"Signal Corps! The second detachment was told that it was necessary to hold their positions, and quite a few enemies were moving towards them. Tell them that they must guard the intersection or I will go there myself! ”

"Yes, sir."

The signal soldier involuntarily shuddered, and he quickly stood up and replied loudly.

"Attention!"

The officer grabbed the signal soldier by the collar and crouched down, and a string of bullets grazed the steel helmet of the poor soldier who was so frightened that he struck the log wall behind the bunker, and a cloud of smoke mixed with sawdust and dust suddenly rose from the fortifications.

"Uh...... Belch...... Thank you, thank you, sir. ”

The frightened Signal Soldier looked back at the sparkling bullet holes in the log, and he stammered from the ground as he shook his legs and thanked the commander who had saved his life.

"Those damn bastards are very good at guns, and I don't want your stupid brains to stain my beautiful uniform. What are you doing standing here stupidly? Don't go and issue my orders yet, boy. ”

"Yes, yes, sir."

The signal corps stumbled out of the shelter.

"Recruit ......"

The officer shook his head and spat on the ground.

"What did you all say to those Armymen? Since yesterday they have avoided me like the plague. ”

The young officer swept out another round of ammunition out of cover, threw his empty gun to the side, and then picked up his binoculars and looked at the enemy in the night in the distance.

"Didn't say anything, sir, we just told them about our last operation."

Sergeant Wolf expertly caught the officer's submachine gun, and he pulled a new one from the magazine bag at his waist.

"Last time? Which time? ”

The officer put down the binoculars in confusion.

"Belgium that time."

The sergeant unloaded the empty magazine, then neatly inserted the new magazine, and pulled the bolt load in a dashing manner.

"Oh, that's it. Don't go overboard with you guys, they're all kids, it's not good for them, let's let them experience the battle for themselves. ”

With that, the officer picked up his binoculars again and looked out of the shelter.

The flares swayed and fell like the lights on a Christmas tree, casting patches of green and yellow light on the ground, and the already eerie bushes were even more distorted and ugly by the strange light.

The other side resisted very resolutely, and as an army in ambush, their performance was admired by their enemies.

Under the reflection of the flares, you can see many people lying behind the low bushes facing this side with long and short bursts, bright muzzle flames flickering one after another in those dark bushes, tracer bullets like strips of light whips flying against the ground.

Others were pinned down on the bare dirt slope, where the British soldiers were stubbornly leaning on the corpses of their fallen comrades and firing frantically at the enemy in the darkness.

They were killed under the aura of flares, where they had no use of the terrain. Some British soldiers were frantically digging foxholes, and the officers could clearly see the infantry shovels waving and the dirt splashing on the dirt slopes. But there were still people screaming to join the ranks of the dead, becoming a bunker and sandbag for another comrade-in-arms.

However, because it was nighttime, the Germans could not shoot as easily as during the day, and the battle on the dirt slope did not turn into a massacre.

It seems that the other side has come to its senses from the chaos that began with the ambush, and the soldiers have been able to put up organized resistance in combination with the terrain. The excellent quality of the opposing commander made this guy here feel very satisfied, and at the same time, he was constantly inciting this guy's battle**, and he was suddenly very much looking forward to meeting the enemy who interested him face to face.

"The training of the other party is quite good, and it seems that they have indeed met their peers. But they didn't have any luck running away this time. They were not heavily armed, they had no air support, and although the automatic fire was fierce, it meant that the bullets were also consumed quickly, and they tried to settle the battle before dawn. ”

The handsome demon licked his lips excitedly.