Deepen that section of the trench by another half a meter, and this section is too shallow. I told you that I needed trenches, not gutters. Dig another hidden part here, and we're running out of time. Early in the morning, while it was still dark, Dogan dragged his men from their bedding before they had time to warm up.

Doughan, like them, had been busy directing the soldiers to build fortifications all night before, and had just rested before dawn. But as soon as the first light of dawn shone into his tent, the colonel got up again in good spirits.

Dougan led the officers around the defensive positions he managed, doing the final checks before the battle, wanting to know if there was anything else that needed to be changed or something that was missing.

The SS colonel, now carrying a spear from nowhere, pointed at the fortifications he was not satisfied with the ancient weapon, and gave aloud orders to his men.

"And here and here, it has to be reinforced, and at this intensity even a mortar can blow it up. What about the wicker walls that were reinforced? Didn't you go and pick up another truck last night? ”

"I've brought them all, but the number is still not enough, sir." Major Murray, the commander of the first battalion, hurriedly stepped forward to answer, this major's crisp army uniform was equipped with the rank of SS second-class commando captain, and the metal SS collar emblem was shining with a cold light.

"If there aren't enough of them, then you can't think of any other way?" Dougan turned and stared coldly at the Waffen-SS major.

"Understood, sir." Murray lowered his head slightly. Colonel Dougan used his might in front of these Waffen-SS men to the fullest during this time. The spotless black uniform, the two silver oak leaves on the collar pin, the shining medallion and the prominent position, the strong and proud character, the noble military temperament and the cold look on the face, these are all things that must be possessed to make the proud Stormstorm warriors surrender from the bottom of their hearts, and these are precisely these are the richest in Dogen.

"There are also two machine gun firing points to be built here to make the soldiers work harder, and the current effort can give them one more chance of surviving the battle." Dogan thrust his spear into the edge of the trench, then sat down on a pile of ammunition.

"Take a break, gentlemen." Dogan said to his men who were standing around.

"Yes, sir." The SS officers each carried an ammunition box and sat down around Dogen.

"Drink some water, sir." Major Norman, the commander of the second battalion, handed his water bottle to Dogan.

"Well, thank you." Dogan took the kettle and unscrewed the lid.

"Do you know why the Yuan wants me to command you?" Dougan took a sip of water and put down the kettle, looking solemnly at the SS officers around him.

"This is the Führer's trust in us, and we are all sincerely proud of it. Your Excellency District Captain. Murray replied loudly with his chest puffed up.

"You're right, but you're only half right." Dougan looked around at the officers, and then said slowly, "The Führer wants to give the SS a chance, a chance for us to regain the glory we once had. ”

"The glory you once had?" Norman asked, confused.

"yes. The glorious ...... he once had" Dogen smiled bitterly, looked at the horizon in the distance and sighed softly. The officers didn't understand the meaning of Dogan's words, but they didn't dare to ask any questions, so everyone had to look at the suddenly melancholy chief and sit there quietly.

"What did you join the SS for?" Dougan suddenly turned to the officers.

"I joined the SS for the sake of Germany, for the revival of the nation." Norman was the first to react, and he was the first to answer.

"To give all my strength and loyalty to my homeland." "In order to restore honor to Germany."

"To take revenge on those enemies."

"In order to seize more living space for Germany." The other officers hurriedly replied.

"And I'm just trying to live, I don't have your lofty ideals." Dogen smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to the horizon, and he said leisurely, "After the last war, the army was reduced. I did not have the same military talent as the Führer, nor did I have any illustrious military exploits, I was just the most ordinary junior non-commissioned officer, and of course there was no doubt that I had been downsized. I joined the army at the age of sixteen, and I didn't learn any techniques other than fighting that would allow me to survive in society, and what would an ordinary army soldier like me do once he left the army.

I still have a bunch of siblings to feed at home, and my parents' little salary alone is simply not enough, and the whole family is struggling on the brink of starvation. My discharge from the military was a devastating blow to my family, and there was simply no room for them to eat. I went crazy looking for work, and I ran into walls everywhere, and it was difficult for even the most skilled workers, let alone someone like me, to find a job. ”

Dougan let out a long sigh, and he continued: "At that time, the so-called victorious powers were still relying on the Treaty of Versailles to seize the last bit of wealth of the Germans, the last bit of bread. Hunger, poverty, running for survival, these are the only memories I have of the first years after the war. I've worked as a porter, a handyman in a restaurant, a newspaper seller, a vendor, and I'm willing to do anything as long as it takes the burden off my family. One day I saw a call post set up by the SS on the street, and I took part in it.

The funny thing is that I didn't know what the SS was at the time, I just knew that they were in great need of a former army soldier like me who had combat experience, and that I would not only have food to eat, a salary, but also a return to the army life that I was familiar with. Now that I think about it, my reasons were so simple at that time. Dogan smiled at the silent group of men.

"It was then that I came into contact with the theory of National Socialism and I was fascinated by it. I joined the Nazi Party with the ideals of reviving Germany, taking revenge on the plunderers, and freeing everyone from these days of poverty and hunger. What a great and noble ideal for the revival of great Germany, at that time countless young people with the same ideals came together, and everyone worked hard and struggled for this ideal. However, when we were truly in control of Germany's destiny and were moving towards that goal, the situation changed. A large number of SS men who had once held to those lofty ideals began to degenerate after gaining enviable power, and they became greedy and brutal, and it was they who turned the glorious SS into a gathering place for hooligans and villains to flatter horsemen and psychopaths.

In order to extract power, they could even abandon the precious conscience of a German, and the noble character of an SS member. Many people, including me, were frustrated and disappointed by the degeneration of the SS, but we had no power to change the situation, and we could only watch it decay day by day, and we watched painfully as the glory of the SS slowly dimmed and finally disappeared. At that time, I felt that I had lost my purpose in life, and I wanted to leave the team that I had put all my passion and energy into it. I wanted to rejoin the Army, and my allegiance belonged only to great Germany, not to those **. Dogan picked up the jug on the ground and took a sip of water.

"Really? Your Excellency, District Captain, you ever wanted to break away from the SS? So how did you dismiss that idea again? Major Murray asked.

"Oh, it's really amazing to say, just when I was agonizing about these things, I met the current Führer, His Excellency, and he gave me new hope. In him I saw in him the opportunity for the SS to regain its glory, and only a noble and powerful man like him could clean our glorious ranks, only he could put us back on the right path, and only he could fulfill our noble ideals. Therefore, I am willing to give everything for the great Führer, even if it costs me my life. ”

"Colonel, you are right, we are joined because the SS is the most glorious and revolutionary force in all of Germany, and we are gathered here for the revival of the nation. But what we see here is completely different from what we look like. As you say, the SS is no longer what it used to be, her glory has faded, and she is tainted by those damned scum. His Excellency the Führer decided to get rid of the scum and restore the purity of the SS, which was simply something we could only dream of. Major Norman shouted emotionally.

"I see what you mean, you mean that the Führer wants the SS to regain its meaning of existence, to return to the right path of struggle for German revival." Major Murray continued: "But what are we to do, does the Führer have any plans? ”

"Yes, of course the Führer had his plans, and he began to do so. I believe that soon the SS will regain its glory, and then we will have to build even greater merit for Germany. Dougan smiled.

"Regain glory, establish meritorious deeds, all for the great motherland." The officers shouted excitedly.

"Alright, enough rest, let's get on with our work. Now is not the time to talk about that, we'll talk about it when this battle is over. You just need to remember that for our Motherland and for our great Führer, our honor is loyalty! ”

"Understood, sir! Our honor is loyalty! The officers shouted excitedly, and as a result, the soldiers who were sweating in the trenches put down their tools, and they poked their heads out of the trenches and looked at the high-spirited officers suspiciously.

"It's finally done, now I'm waiting for the next step of the intelligence." Dougan sat in his forward command post with a fragrant cup of coffee in his hand, the first hot cup he'd had since the morning.

"Yes, sir, the soldiers have settled in the shelter and are ready to enter the combat position." Norman also sat at the map table with a cup of coffee, and when he heard Dogan's words, he looked up and replied.

"Are the artillery and machine guns arranged? What about ammunition? ”

"It's all done, sir, and we're ready to fight. Now those Finlis from the tank sniper battalion are entering the position, and it will be up to them to see how they behave. Murray put down the binoculars in his hand, and he turned his face to reply.

"yes, are you two on the command post phone? Are the stations all set up? Dougan put down the cup in his hand, and he walked over to the narrow observation hole and looked at the front line.

"It's all connected, the radio stations are all in place, you can contact the General Headquarters at any time." The communications staff officer reported loudly.

"Good. Immediately report to the command that we have completed combat readiness and request instructions on the next steps. ”

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, the reconnaissance battalion has sent a contact report, and they have made contact with the vanguard of the French army." A staff officer rushed into the headquarters, and he reported loudly to Dogen.

"What?" Dogen turned around and asked eagerly, "How is the situation, how many people are on the other side, have you reported it to the General Headquarters?" ”

"The command has received the report. Now the situation ahead is not clear. As soon as the reconnaissance team came into contact with the French ** team, they immediately sent back a fine report, so there was no detailed report. All we know now is that the other side is an infantry unit, with the appearance of a battalion, and they are now continuing to observe. ”

"Order the troops to go into combat positions." Dogan commanded loudly.

"You two immediately enter your command headquarters and get the soldiers ready for battle."

Dougan turned back to the staff officer. "How far are the French from here and how long it will take to get to us."

"Report sir. They are still six kilometers away from us, and it will take at least twenty minutes before they can make contact with us. ”

"Okay, twenty minutes is enough. Gentlemen, get ready to fight. Dougan shouted loudly.

"Yes, sir!" The officers nodded to Dogan and hurriedly left the headquarters and ran towards their respective command posts.

"Give me the General Headquarters." Dougan picked up the phone on the table.

"I'm Colonel Dogan, and I would like to ask your Excellency the Führer to listen to the phone. Ok thanks. Dogen waved his hand to the staff officer standing to the side, pointing to the map on the map shelf, and the staff officer quickly removed the map and put it on the table in front of Dogen.

"Your Excellency, I am Dogen. I'm all fine here, yes, it's all done, just in time for the fight. You've been reported, right, and I ask for further instructions. I know I'm going to hold my ground, and I promise you never to take a step back......," Dogan said loudly with his chest held out.

"Yes, I...... I see, I will take care of my own safety, thank you for your concern, Your Excellency. Dougan pulled his pen out of his pocket. A battalion of French infantry, they're now in area three, six kilometers south of us, okay. Hopefully they'll crash straight into my position, and I'll let you know as soon as there's news. Farewell, Your Excellency. ”

Dougan put down the phone, and then quickly circled a range on the map of the position.

"You do the math of these parameters, and then give them to the artillerymen and tell them that the fire cover that will be limited to this range for a while. In addition, the same order was issued to the artillery of the battalions, telling them to calculate all the firing parameters in advance. ”

"Yes, sir!" The staff officer took the map and ran to the nearby communications room.

Dogan slowly paced to the observation port and looked towards his position, the soldiers were rushing to their respective positions at the shouting urging of the officer, and the trench was a busy scene. The Heavy lifted the dust cloth from the machine gun and pressed the cartridge belt into the receiver, while the co-shooters looked ahead of the position with binoculars.

The 20mm guns were flattened in the bunkers dug for them, and now they were only a dozen centimeters above the ground, and the surrounding area was covered with a camouflage net, making it difficult for the enemy to spot them from a distance, but when they could identify what it was, they had already put one foot in hell, and in the effective range of this heavy weapon with a terrifying rate of fire, not a single infantry could retreat with a single body, and being torn to pieces by 20mm shells was their only end.

Now the capable gunners were turning the barrels up and down, left and right, making the final preparations before firing. Dougan hopes they can perform as much as he expects in the upcoming fight.

The infantry had already moved into their firing positions, and these experienced soldiers were also preparing for battle. They examined their guns carefully, then pressed the five-round magazine into the bay and pulled the bolt on the safe. The soldiers at the forefront drew their bayonets and stuck them at the edge of the trenches, preparing for possible hand-to-hand combat.

In Douggen's opinion, their preparations were in vain, and the French were only the size of a battalion in intelligence, and they were all infantry. It was hard to imagine an infantry unit of this size being able to rush into such a strong position and engage in hand-to-hand combat with his own soldiers, and Dougan felt that it would be good for the French to be able to storm within a hundred meters of his own lines.

"Sir, the troops of the French, they are coming." The lookout hand reported loudly.

"What, French troops? They were really punctual, exactly twenty minutes, haha, just let them come, this battalion is just the right thing to appetize my troops. Did our reconnaissance team come back, and why didn't they report to me. Dogan asked loudly to the communications staff

"No, sir. They haven't come back yet. And we haven't been able to get in touch with them since they sent their first report. The communications staff officer replied from the side. What the? Why didn't you report to me until now. Dougan rebuked excitedly.

"Keep in touch, you have to get in touch with them."

"Yes, sir." The communications staff officer ran into the communications room in a panic.

"There's got to be something wrong with that." The disappearance of the scout team cast a shadow on Dogen's heart, and he gloomily picked up his binoculars and looked at the enemies who were slowly emerging on the horizon.

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