"Assault!" Snyder stood straight on the tank tower and roared, leading his last thirteen tanks into the thick smoke, behind which were forty powerful French tanks.

At the moment of rushing into the wall of fog, a strange feeling appeared in Snyder's heart, the pungent smoke, the fire, the impact of metal, the wailing of soldiers, the scene in front of him felt so strange and so familiar. It suddenly seemed as if he had been in a similar battle before, in his grandfather's arms, on the yellowed pages, in his dreams.

A hundred Germanic warriors, dressed in armor covered in animal skins, brandished with sharp swords and heavy battle axes, roared at the thousand-strong phalanx of Roman hoplites, and behind them were the retreating old and weak women and children of the tribe. For the sake of their families and their people, the warriors did not hesitate, and each had only one thought in their hearts, that they must shed more blood from their enemies before they fell. With them, Snyder could even feel the serenity and serenity of the moment when the Roman dagger pierced his body.

Five hundred Germanic knights straddled their horses, dressed in hard and cold iron armor, brandishing knights' heavy swords and spears roaring and charging, black crosses fluttering in the snow-white wind, 20,000 elite Muslim cavalry in front of them, and behind them were the ruined walls of Jerusalem. For the glory of the knights, in order to protect those things they had to protect, the Germanic knights did not hesitate to face the Grim Reaper, and Snyder was with them, fighting bloodily for their faith, only to be cut down by a Persian scimitar inlaid with precious stones.

The blood in Snyder's heart began to boil, just like his ancestors, he had the same fierce and brave blood flowing in his body, he would not flinch, for the honor of the warriors, for the great motherland, he was like his ancestors, sneering and charging towards death.

"Sir! We finally arrived, and the forward troops sent a report that the French armored units had been spotted, and that company of ours was still fighting! Dougan turned back from his electromechanical seat and reported loudly, his voice full of excitement and relief.

"Oh? Is it? Xu Jun slowly opened his eyes and let out a big sigh very ungracefully.

"Take the com, I'm going to talk to Casnet." The German Führer sat in the narrow captain's seat of the tank, rubbing his eyes and stretching his waist: "What a comfortable sleep this night!" ”

Xu Jun has now discovered a way to not only vent his mental stress but also activate his brain activity by the way, and the young German Führer is fanatically obsessed with riding in a tank. The confined environment of the tank, the roaring engine, the strong smell of engine oil, and even the steady tremor of the car body when driving made Xu Jun feel a sense of home, familiar and cordial, as well as an unparalleled sense of security.

What made his subordinates even more incomprehensible was that in the midst of the steel monster that could shake their bones apart, their young ruler was able to sleep peacefully, and they had to be amazed by the special qualities of this commander again.

Since Xu Jun discovered the benefits of tanks, the luxury heavy cars prepared by the headquarters for the Führer were almost semi-laid-off, and as long as he was not in a hurry, the German Führer refused to take a vehicle other than the tank. No one objected to the Führer's sudden strange hobby, and even a large number of military officers welcomed it, including Xu Jun's chief lieutenant, Brigadier General Hans. For Hans, the Führer chose one of the most reassuring means of transport. It seems that this is indeed the case, for people like Xu Jun who have been plotted several times, there is no safer means of transportation than a tank. Xu Jun's adjutant corps all raised their hands in agreement, although Hans and the others had not yet adapted to riding in such an exaggerated vehicle.

And the old-fashioned marshals and generals of the high command miraculously did not express any opposition. In their eyes, Xu Jun is first and foremost an example of all soldiers, a soldier among soldiers, and then a head of state. And for a highly decorated German field marshal, there is no better seat than a majestic tank. Commander-in-Chief of the Army von. Marshal Brauchitsch also said that if it weren't for the fact that the old bones of a few of them really couldn't be reversed anymore, they would have wanted to get one on the street for a long time, and they didn't know whether this old guy was serious or wanted to take the opportunity to pat the ass and get close, but looking at the old thing's wicked smile, Xu Jun felt that the latter was more likely.

"Major Kasnette, I'm Reinhardt." Xu Jun put on his headphones and pulled the microphone to his mouth.

"Report the situation ahead immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Cassenet reported loudly in the headset: "A group of French tanks has been spotted ahead, numbering more than forty. There was a lot of smoke on the battlefield, but we could still tell that it must be the main force of the French armored regiment. Our tank company was engaged in melee combat with the French tanks, and they had already rushed into the opposing formation. We don't know exactly what their losses are at this point, and I'm trying my best to contact them. Request instructions. ”

"Attack now! All those French tanks must be annihilated, and not a single one of them must be allowed to escape. The striker you lead immediately detours towards the enemy flank. Xu Jun ordered lightly.

"Yes, Your Excellency. But what about that tank company, whether to let them withdraw from the battle first. ”

"Absolutely not to do this! Do you want them to expose their fragile tails in front of the French? Xu Jun's voice was raised, and he ordered loudly. Once they are contacted, let them assault with all their might, penetrate the French tank formation, and get out of the battlefield from behind the French. The rest is our show. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Pick me up General Guderian." Xu Jun commanded to Daogen.

"Yes, sir." Dogen's fast cāo is the radio.

"Got in touch, sir."

"Good." Xu Jun flipped the communicator switch on the earphone wire.

"General Guderian, I'm Reinhardt."

"Your Excellency, I am Guderian, begging for instructions." Guderian replied loudly.

"Oh, oh, my Lieutenant General, you can't relax a little." Xu Jun scratched his head and said with a wry smile. Xu Jun never understood why Guderian was nervous when he saw him, and he was tense like a bow every time. Xu Jun was afraid that one day this German armored genius would break, which would be an immeasurable loss for himself.

"I'm sorry, I'll do my best, my Führer." Guderian replied loudly.

"Looks like this guy is dead." Xu Jun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"General, I don't think I need to explain anything to you. Let's start the battle and show me the true strength of you, the commander of the armored corps, who is highly regarded by the soldiers. ”

"Yes, Führer. I won't let you down again. Guderian replied categorically.

"Very well, I'm looking forward to your performance, my Director." Xu Jun smiled and cut off the communication.

"I see that His Excellency Guderian is serious this time, and I have never heard him promise anything in such a firm tone. He had never been seen like this even before the implementation of the Yellow Plan. Dougan said loudly.

"Yes, it seems that the French are going to suffer this time, and I think that this time our Lord Director will definitely vent all the resentment he has accumulated up to these French people at once. Haha, it's chilling to think about. Randolph said with a smile as he sat in the driver's seat, pulling the cāo bar hard.

"Drive your tank, you're not qualified to comment on the general, you'd better be careful not to let us fall into the pit." Dougon interjected gloomily, with an explicit threat in his voice, if it weren't for the radio and engine dashboard between him and Randolph, Colonel Dougan really wanted to give Randolph a head shot, this guy is getting bigger and smaller, and he dares to make a joke about a senior general in front of the Führer, Dougan decided that after he goes back, he must give his idiot deputy a good lesson in military law.

"Got it, got it, Colonel, you can still trust my skills, how many times have you seen me drive a tank into a ditch. Ah, General Guderian's tank battalion began to accelerate, Your Excellency. Randolph also found that his previous remarks were a bit out of line, and he quickly changed the subject.

"Your Excellency, Chief of Staff Weirle is on your phone, and he wants to know when his troops will be brought into battle." Daogen shouted to Xu Jun.

"Take it...... Oh, is it Weierle? I'm Reinhardt. Xu Jun said loudly.

"Sir, my troops are ready for battle, and I request instructions on what to do." Werler said triumphantly on the radio.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so belligerent."

"Don't say that, Your Excellency, isn't it just in time. Besides, I've never commanded such a powerful firepower, and I've heard that there aren't many Frenchmen in front of me......"

"Because there are not many of them, we don't have to do anything, and I've already handed over the Frenchmen to Guderian to clean up. Let's just watch from the back. Xu Jun had a smile on his face, he didn't expect that the chief of staff, who had always appeared as a sinister and cunning old fox, also had a bloody side.

"Oh, I see, everything is done according to your will." There was a hint of disappointment in Weirle's voice.

"Disappointed? My Chief of Staff. Xu Jun asked with a smile.

"Where is it, my Führer. I just feel a little sorry that such a powerful unit can't participate in the battle, hehe. The old fox hid it with a dry smile.

"Don't worry, we'll have a chance to play, and as long as Muller and they can complete their turn according to my plan, we can deliver the final fatal blow to the French. At that time, there will be a chance to fight, and a battle of this scale will not even count as an appetizer, and we will not need to make a move. The location of Hydra's fangs should always be at the enemy's point. ”

"I see, Your Excellency. It seems that I'm in a hurry, and indeed like you said, it's not Hydra's turn to make a move right now, and I just want to see it show its fangs at the enemy. Hahahaha. The old fox ended the communication with a wicked smile.

Xu Jun pushed open the hatch of the tank control tower above his head, leaned out his upper body and looked out of the car. The strong midday sun shone on the tank's ornate armor plates, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. A total of seventy tanks from the tank battalion under his Führer formed a roaring column in three columns and headed for the battlefield ahead.

All the equipment of the tank battalion directly under the Führer was Martin. Borman single-handedly did it, as Xu Jun's number one loyal dog, this manager has made a lot of money this time.

Borman just heard Xu Jun casually mention that he wanted a beautiful fleet of guards tanks like the Knights, he thought that Xu Jun just wanted to show off his noble status to the German citizens, or that the young Führer wanted to satisfy the aristocracy's penchant for flashy things, anyway, he never thought that his young master might actually lead this army to the front from the beginning. As a result, the Butler of Bolmanbo, who regarded the satisfaction of his master's requirements as the highest goal of his life, made this powerful armed force more like a guard of honor than a guard of honor.

This tank battalion is decorated with an incomparably conspicuous appearance, and it is the kind that one will never forget after one glance. The ugly and murderous tanks No. 3 and No. 4 now look as ornate and delicate as works of art, and in fact Borman actually went to a group of artists to decorate them.

The heavy armor plates of those tanks were wrapped in a beautiful layer of silver-gray thin steel plates, each side of which was polished by the machine to be as smooth and shiny as a mirror, and the edges of those steel plates were inlaid with brass-plated Changchun lace, and even more embarrassingly, even the barrels of the guns were wrapped in this beautiful brass decoration. The huge German chariot cross emblem was fired in enamel and inlaid on both sides of the turret with a silver-plated chassis. The vehicle numbers are baked on the turrets with beautiful coral red varnish, and they are obviously carefully polished until they reflect the human figure. Silver-plated von. The noble coat of arms of the Stadler family was inlaid on the front armor plate of the hull near the driver's observation window, and those who didn't know thought it was the factory logo of this tank.

These tanks were escorted from the German mainland to the temporary headquarters of the French front with heavy troops, and perhaps the broad butler still wanted to give his young master a surprise in the end, but until the thick canvas was uncovered, Xu Jun did not know that those tanks had been made like this.

So the broad butler succeeded in completely exceeding the target to get the effect he wanted, and these glittering tanks shocked the jaws of the entire officer corps of the Command on the spot.

Just as the generals and marshals of the high command were bending down one by one to pick up their chins, the German Führer had already entered a state of standing. Borman dealt his young master a blow that was not insignificant, and Xu Jun looked at the group of shining tanks dumbfounded, and his mind went blank.

The report of the broad butler mentioned that some proper modifications had been made to these tanks, and Xu Jun always thought that he had only done a little processing on the paint or logo. Originally, he just wanted a brand new fleet of tanks to use as the core of his new legion. But he never expected that what he received was this kind of thing, and the so-called proper decoration would be such a big stroke. These tanks are decorated with the ornate magnificence of noble carriages, which is so pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them.

The first thought in Xu Jun's heart was to obey, completely obey, the Germans are indeed a nation that can push anything to the extreme, and weapons can be turned into works of art, which has to make people beat their chests and sigh.

And his second thought was that that bastard Borman must be trying to kill me, did he want to rebel?

Allowing yourself to lead such a group of tanks to the battlefield is simply shouting at the enemy to shoot at me, and such a conspicuous target is the only one in the world. Looking at the generals and marshals who were looking at those tanks with admiration, while carefully caressing those gorgeous armor plates with a sigh in their mouths, Xu Jun's anger did not come to a place.

What's going on, could it be that I really want to drive these crafts to the battlefield. Xu Jun almost wanted to throw these tanks back to Germany and rebuild them, but now time does not allow him to do so, anyway, these things are essentially sophisticated killing machines, and they are a weapon that he urgently needs now, in order to realize the current plan, Xu Jun had to dismiss the idea of returning.

Xu Jun looked at these shiny big guys, and at the same time greeted the ancestors of the broad housekeeper in his heart. However, after looking at the pile of gorgeous artworks for a while, Xu Jun's anger began to slowly subside, the shape of those tanks was indeed pleasing, and they looked so gorgeous and beautiful, so that his little vanity really felt a little satisfied.

Now the young ducái man began to feel in his heart that there was no need to be angry about these little things, and besides, maybe these gorgeous big guys could really come in handy in future battles.

In Xu Jun's turn of mind, the most gorgeous dragon head in the future Hydra Legion, the most conspicuous tank battalion directly under the Führer in the German ** team sequence, appeared on the stage of war.

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