"I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding, sir, you must have mistaken me and the others, my name is..." Kuhnberg raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless.

"Marven. Ludwik. Graff. Feng. Kuhnberg, stop quibbling, it's not like something someone like you should do. Dougan raised his hand to signal his men to lay down their weapons, and then strode in front of the Count.

"Long time no see, Mr. Major, I really didn't expect to be reunited with you in this way." Dogen said with emotion.

"Have we met before? I'm sorry, I can't remember it. Kuhnberg gave up on resisting, and he asked with a wry smile.

"Twenty-two years later, I can understand, maybe this can help you remember something." Dougan pulled out a Bavarian Crown Cross from the pocket of his uniform (Marx. Joseph Military Order).

"You should remember this medal, because it's what you are." Dougan handed the beautiful white enamel cross to Kuhnberg.

For the first time, Kuhnberg's face showed a look of surprise, and he took the medal and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingertips gliding over the enamel glaze, as he had done more than twenty years earlier.

"Where did you get this?" Kuhnberg looked up at Dogan.

"You gave it to me with your own hands, Major." Dogan's eyes were full of nostalgia for the past.

"You're the one... Staff sergeant? To tell you the truth that you have changed a little bit, it seems that you have had a good time these years, SS colonel, I already do not recognize you at all. Kuhnberg recalled the memories of that time, and he looked Dogen up and down with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I remember your name was called... Jack Fried. Doggett. ”

"I'm glad you remember what happened back then, Major." Dougan ignored the other party's rudeness.

"How could you forget, that kind of thing." Kuhnberg looked down at the medal in his palm, and fell into the memory of the past.

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"You're leading everyone to suicide, Major, and this can't stop the French attack." Dougan followed behind Kuhnberg, eagerly recounting the fact to the Major.

"Somebody has to do that, sir, somebody." Kuhnberg turned his head and stared at Dogen's eyes: "There are more than 2,000 light and serious wounded in the military hospital who have not had time to evacuate, as well as doctors and nurses and a group of civilian personnel, these people must not fall into the hands of the French, you know what this will mean for them." ”

After four bloody years of fighting, the discipline of the French army was almost gone, and in order to vent the pressure of war, these soldiers did anything terrible. On the other hand, the Germans were the same, completely unscrupulous in order to win, chivalry had long been trampled into the mud at the bottom of the trenches, and the bestiality in the hearts of the people completely overwhelmed human nature.

"There are no trenches, no barbed wire, no artillery to provide cover, we have only twelve machine guns in our hands, and ammunition is seriously insufficient, are you ready to use the body of a soldier to withstand the barrage offensive of the French army?" Dougan argued.

"Yes, if necessary, Sergeant. You think you're the only one here who has ever fought! Kuhnberg grabbed Dogan by the shoulder and pointed to the German soldiers who were digging foxholes on the side of the road.

"Look at these people, Sergeant Dogan. Each of them was a seasoned veteran, and some had joined the army even before the war and had been involved in almost all the battles on the Western Front. Don't they know what you're talking about? Staff sergeant? There is no second option before us, and these people know that as well as I do. Sacrifices must always be made in war, and the German Empire may be defeated, but the spirit of the Empire will live on.

Everyone here knows exactly what they are going to face, and once the battle begins, everyone will surely die in battle. But no one has ever complained to me, do you know why? Because they are all willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their comrades-in-arms. So please abandon your "wise" advice, and if I were you, I would have picked up this iron pickaxe and hurried to dig a trench out. Kuhnberg pushed Dogan away, turned and walked up a dirt slope on the side of the road, holding up his binoculars and looking in the direction where the French might be looking.

"This major is a madman, squad leader." Bert took off his steel helmet and placed it on the edge of the pit, and he looked up at Dogan.

"I don't know, Bert, but I think this is a great man, I should say... is a hero. Dogan bent down to pick up the pickaxe on the ground, spat twice into his hand, and then raised the pickaxe high.

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"All these officers and soldiers knew that they were being led to death by officers, and everybody knew that, something that was rarely seen in that world war." Weierle made a report to Xu Jun.

"I've never heard Dougan talk about it, and there should be a detailed record from the Army Command." Xu Jun took out a roasted cigar from the humidor.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed that at the end of the Battle of the Marne, the front collapsed, and the battle record was very chaotic, and many troops were annihilated in formation, leaving no written record. This is the case with the 3rd Infantry Battalion, which Dougan had investigated, but the Army only recorded the time when this unit was annihilated, and there was not even a word of description of the details of the operation, and the last memory of the infantry battalion was to the world, only an order to cancel the number and a thick list of the dead. All 376 officers and men were killed, and not a single one survived. Dougan replied with emotion.

"Don't we already have a survivor on our hands now? At least it is certain that the commander managed to survive. Xu Jun stood up with a cigar in his mouth.

"I'll leave it all to you, find out all this for me, Wierle." The head of the empire looked majestically at his own brain.

"Your will, my Führer." Weirle bowed respectfully.

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"They retreated, and now everyone counts the ammunition in their hands." Dogan crouched in the shallow foxhole, and he had just shot a French captain with his carbine.

"Well done, Sergeant Dogan, your performance did not dishonor the medal on your chest." Kuhnberg crouched and knelt beside the foxhole, his command knife flashing with a cold light.

"Major, these French are just underestimating the enemy." Dougan pulled a five-round bridge clip from the bullet pack on his waist and inserted it into the chamber of the Mauser carbine.

"What do you think the French will do next, Sergeant?" Kuhnberg asked Dogan, a confident smile on his lips.

"If it's me, then reorganize the troops, stop the offensive for the time being, and wait for the artillery behind to catch up. Then concentrate the artillery and raze the position to the ground. Dogan pressed the bullet into the chamber of the bridge clip, removed the bridge stuck in the notch, and threw it on the edge of the foxhole.

"I feel lucky now that you're on our side, Sergeant." Kuhnberg praised.

"Thank you very much, sir." Dougan was not in a position to take such words as a tonic, and the German soldiers had a patterned response to this.

"No, no, it's exactly literal, Sergeant. If the commander of the French army was smart enough, he should have done it ... But the problem is, what we're encountering is clearly an idiot. Kuhnberg raised his command knife and pointed to the front of the position.

"They're attacking again, all ready to fight!" The battalion commander issued the order loudly.

"Prepare for battle!"

"The French are coming up again, give them a little bit of a good taste."

"Kill them and leave them alone!" On this humble blocking position, a loud shout echoed.

PS: Thank you for your support, I really don't have much to say, I can only try to compensate you in the future.

By now, I've owed almost seven chapters before and after, plus the next three chapters, and I've made up ten chapters.

The so-called debts are not worried, so let's pay them off slowly from the second half of the month.

I don't dare to ask for support for a monthly pass this month, although I really want it.

I've been busy dealing with things these days, and I can only change one chapter a day, so I hope you understand.