"Hank, hand me the wrench, the five-...... No, it's not this one, the one on the left is long, okay, thank you. Rudolph took the tools handed to him by his companion and plunged headlong under the hood of his 251 half-track armored command vehicle.

"You try again, ...... slowly," Rudolph called out to his companion in the driver's seat.

"Quack quack...... Boom......" With a screeching friction sound from the starting motor, the engine of the armored car began to roar, the cylinder vibrated rhythmically, and the exhaust pipe spewed a choking puff of green smoke.

"You try it with a few throttle shots." Rudolph shouted at his companions.

"It's normal, there's no problem."

To Rudolph's ears, the well-proportioned roar of the engine was as moving as an angelic chant.

"You've fixed it, good job, Rudolph."

Lieutenant Herman, who had been waiting on the sidelines, shouted loudly, and as General Guderian's aide-de-camp, he had been supervising the maintenance of the armored command vehicle from the sidelines.

"Thank you, sir." Rudolph slammed the hood of the armored car shut, and then jumped off the long front of SCP-251.

"Turn it off, don't waste gas." Rudolph shouted loudly as he gestured to his companion in the cab, and the engine stopped running after a few gasps.

"It's really exciting." Rudolph patted the sturdy front armor of the armored car with satisfaction, and then he walked towards Lieutenant Herman while digging his fingers into the ear holes that were itching from the roar of the engine.

"Is it really repaired? Sergeant Rudolph, she's not going to break down again. Herman took off his military hat and scratched his head at the massive armored vehicle.

"You must know that the battle situation ahead is not very ideal, and the general's mood in the past two days is ...... You know what I mean, if this car is in the same condition as last night, you can do it yourself. ”

"No problem, sir, I've just put her in a new carburetor, I've double-checked everything else, and she's as good as if it had just left the factory. Rest assured, sir, there will be no more problems. Believe me, I vouch for it with my medal," Rudolph replied hastily.

"Keep your medal, if anything goes wrong, we'll all be out of luck. You'd better double-check. Herman gave a stern order: "Remember to fill up your car and be ready to go at any time." ”

"Yes, sir."

Herman nodded solemnly and gave Rudolph one more look in his eyes, then he put on his military hat and turned to walk towards a large military tent nearby. He hesitated a little in front of the tent, and he took a deep breath and steadied.

"Report!" Herman shouted into the tent.

"Come in." With permission, Herman lifted the heavy curtain and stepped into the tent.

"Oh, it's Herman, any new information, Lieutenant."

Lieutenant General Guderian, the commander of the German Panzer Corps, was lying on a huge map table in the middle of the tent with a red pencil and was drawing something, he just glanced up at his young lieutenant, and then buried his head on the map.

"Your Excellency, there is no latest information yet. I'm here to report to you that your command vehicle has been repaired and is ready to go. Herman stood tall and reported loudly.

"Oh...... Very well, let them get ready to go first, I'm going to stay here for a while, I'm waiting for the report of the 3rd Panzer Regiment last night. ”

Guderian drew the last line on the map, threw his pencil on the table, straightened up, and smiled at his lieutenant.

"Got it, sir. Would you like to eat something now? I've got the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you. Herman asked respectfully.

"Okay, I'm a little hungry." The armored lieutenant general replied with his hands crossed over his waist and stretching his sore spine.

Guderian had been working all night, and although this was not a big deal for him, who was known for his excessive energy among German generals, the fatigue of the night made his current image really incommensurate with his noble status. He was unbelted, his uniform was open, revealing the crumpled military shirt inside, the Iron Cross of the First Class hanging crookedly from the collar of the unbuttoned shirt, and the sparse hair scattered on his forehead, if it weren't for the deep blue eyes that still exuded a look of strength and confidence, otherwise he could have used the word decadence to describe his current appearance. Thankfully, the stern Dougen and Von Brauchitsch were not present, otherwise the lieutenant general would have been covered by the terrifying artillery fire of those two military experts.

"General, didn't you rest last night? Would you like to start with a cup of coffee? Herman asked.

"I've slept a little bit in front of me and I'm in good spirits now. If there's something hot, have a drink. Guderian picked up his cup, poured out the cold coffee inside, and handed it to the adjutant.

"General, you have to watch your body. If I have time, I hope you can really rest, and if you are exhausted like this, it will be difficult for me to explain to the Führer. Herman picked up the coffee pot brought by the orderly and poured Guderian a steaming cup of coffee, as he handed the cup to the general.

"Thank you." Guderian took the cup and replied with a wry smile, "I know I need to rest, but the current situation is too much for me to sleep peacefully." ”

He took a small sip of coffee and let out a long breath.

"You wait a moment to get these orders down, and let the 3rd Panzer Regiment report as soon as possible on their battle last night, and tell them that I am waiting for their news. Oh, when I'm done with breakfast, call Chief of Staff Sorendork to come to me, I've got something to discuss with him. Guderian picked up a dozen orders on the table and handed them to Herman.

"Yes, General." Herman took the file and put it in his folder.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Then you're mistaken, I haven't been in a good mood since the day we started attacking."

Guderian frowned, took a sip of his coffee, and then continued: "No one expected that the French would be so stubborn in our frontal resistance, it is simply incredible. They still defended every fortress and village in the face of such great firepower, and every time the battle ended, I was left with a ruin and corpses everywhere, and sometimes I couldn't bear to fire at them, and their tenacious spirit was really admirable. But their tactics are as rigid as suicidal. The French soldiers have proved to me in the past few days that they are also brave warriors, and that they can indeed be proud of their flag.

But enough is true, I'm already tired of such senseless sacrifices by the French. The other legions are wreaking havoc across the vast expanses of France, and I, and I, are trapped here, carrying out this damn stupid massacre every day, with no tactics, no strategy, just attacking and attacking. The French seem determined to shed their last drop of blood in my hands, and if anyone now tells me that the French are cowards who will flee at the sight of our tanks, I will tie him to the front armor of Tank No. 4 and let him experience the power of those "cowards" for himself. ”

Guderian blew on the piping hot coffee, then took another sip.

"Hell, it seems like only my direction has such a tough defense. Of course, the Cyphorus on our flank had a similar experience with us. However, the troops in several other directions did not get into any trouble, any trouble! The rate of their progress is alarming. Guderian became agitated as he spoke, stood up and put his coffee aside, and then took the red pencil and drew it on the map on the table.

"Look at Reinhardt and Hoth, their Panzer Corps has encountered a really cowardly line, which has allowed them to advance a hundred and forty kilometers in two days, and they have left Paris far behind, and I know that they will make a major detour next, and that two tank groups with that group of infantry divisions can engulf all the French troops on the Eastern Front, and it will be a glorious victory, and this victory is what I have always dreamed of."

Guderian slammed his pencil the poor map.

"Look again, the 28th Infantry Corps, the 2nd Corps. The guy in Moder. The Führer was indeed very good at choosing commanders, and it was right to throw Moder from the post of chief of staff of army group, and no one could seize the opportunity better than him, who had always liked to exploit holes in the enemy's defenses. Looking at where he had already rushed, I really doubted that there were any Frenchmen in front of him. At his current rate, given a month, he could lead his legions through Italy into the Mediterranean. Guderian collapsed in his chair in frustration.

"And we, what kind of enemies we have encountered here. I really don't know what the French thought, maybe they knew that I was directing the offensive in this direction, so they put their elite on my front. Look, the French Seventh Army, the Sixth Army, there will be two first-class armies in front of me. That guy Wei Gang must hate me very much, it must be so, he hates me. Guderian said depressedly.

"General, don't you have to worry about anything, haven't we already broken through their defenses? It's just that the pace of progress is a little slower, and as long as we complete the tasks he has given you within the time set by the Führer, then there will be no one to blame you for anything. Now the Führer must have known what we are doing here, and he will certainly be considerate of the difficulties you are experiencing. Herman cautiously comforted his chief.

"Worried, I'm not worried about anything. I'm just disappointed with the pace of our attack right now. At the beginning of the war we attacked so forcefully and quickly, and now ...... You see, we have advanced only fifty kilometers in two days, and not only are we far behind the rest of the troops, but we have also suffered greater losses than all the troops. I have lost thirty tanks and fifty armored vehicles, and if this continues, I doubt that we will be able to maintain the intensity of our offensive as we are now. We must now do our best to break through the line of defense in front of us, and we must ensure that the next Führer's action can proceed smoothly, otherwise he will really send me to Norway to guard the bunker. Even if the Führer could understand the situation we are in, we will be made fun of by my ill-intentioned colleagues if we are stuck here like fools like this. Guderian shook his head and sighed.

"The Cyphorus on the flanks were much easier than us, they were already thirty kilometres above us, and they were not at all worried that their flanks would be attacked by the French, because I was dragging the French here. But the Three-Headed Dogs of Hell really live up to their reputation, and only they can do that kind of tsunami of fierce attacks. I only need to watch that kind of attack once, and my heart won't be able to stand it if I see too much. That kind of flashy attack method can only be used by a legion with strong firepower such as the Führer's direct legion, not to mention that they also have a smart chief of staff. ”

"His Excellency Manstein is indeed an unparalleled military genius, and the Cyphorus under his leadership is probably the most powerful legion in the world."

At this time, the orderly entered the tent with breakfast, and Herman took the tray containing the breakfast from the orderly, and after retiring the orderly, he respectfully placed the tray in front of Guderian.

"Please have breakfast first, I think that after this difficult period, the battle behind us will definitely be smooth, and you must know that our Guderian army is not something that the French can stop."

"I hope that this is the case, General Manstein is a clever commander, and I hope that he will lead Cyprus to destroy the French logistics base as soon as possible, so that the pressure on me can be relieved a little. Then we can see if the chief of staff's plan is as useful as he says. Guderian picked up his knife and began to cut his breakfast.

"General, please slow down, I'll go and see if the report of the 3rd Panzer Regiment has been sent." Herman respectfully asked.

"Well, remember to call His Excellency the Chief of Staff over for a moment."

"Got it, Your Excellency." The adjutant nodded in acknowledgment and stepped out of the tent.

"Hopefully the 3rd Panzer Regiment will not let me down." Guderian muttered under his breath, then picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

Guderian was now probably the most depressed commander on the German Western Front. The armored forces he led slammed into the toughest defensive positions of the French Army. For two full days, the 19th Panzer Corps had advanced only a pitiful fifty kilometers, while his colleagues on the left flank had already broken through the French lines and began to advance into the French depths.

Rundstedt had resumed his command of Army Group A, Paris was already heavily surrounded by his army, and now the general, who had only been out of his cage for three days, was triumphantly crawling slowly towards the French capital with the headquarters of the three corps and army group groups under his personal command. His two panzer groups and twenty infantry divisions were frantically cutting into the depths of the French Eastern Front, not only cutting off the passage of the ten French divisions of the Maginot Line to the interior of France and the retreat of the two French armies on the Eastern Front to the south of France, but also creating an encirclement posture against the two armies, and these French troops could never escape from the warm south.

Three elite infantry divisions were working with Army Group C to starve the ten French divisions to death in the fortified armoured fortresses of the Maginot Line. According to Xu Jun's plan, there was no need to consume the precious lives of German soldiers and German resources for these ten divisions, as long as they were temporarily besieged, and when the French government surrendered, these troops would completely hand over the strong defensive line into their own hands.

Army Group B on the central line was advancing in a chaotic manner towards the central part of France, not only with a rapid attack, but also with no formation at all. The infantry units of Army Group B were now fighting separately in divisional units, and the units were following the route set for them by the General Staff before the start of the battle, and they could bait any target that appeared in their offensive line.

The task of this infantry division of Army Group B was to create confusion, and their attack route from the map was simply strange, not so much an attack route as a mess, but in fact these seemingly chaotic routes were all carefully planned by the staff officers of the Operations Bureau. Each division was very clear about their mission, they operated strictly according to the overall schedule, and if the offensive went well, then this schedule would be accelerated, and vice versa, and no unit could casually speed up or slow down the attack.

This seemingly irregularity and logic of the offensive completely confused the French defenses. For example, the 37th Infantry Division of the German Army, when he first started the attack, he was on the left flank of the entire army group, and two days later the French actually saw him in the sequence of attacks on the right flank. The German units penetrated the entire line of defense like mercury, weaving their way back behind the garrisons through the gaps that the French had not noticed, and then attacking from directions that the troops could not have imagined.

In the eyes of those French commanders, there were German ** troops everywhere around them, and they were subjected to German attacks from all directions. The French commanders had no choice but to constantly mobilize their reserves, and they kept moving those troops to what they considered to be the key positions. As a result, these valuable troops had to fight against the bombs of German bombers in the open fields of France, and they caused more losses on the march than in battle. The defensive line of the French central line, made up of three reserve second-rate armies, was cut to pieces by the first-class headless flies, and then eaten by them in small bites. The logistics system of the French army on the central front has been torn to pieces by the German ** teams that are constantly interspersed with vertical and horizontal lines, so the French ** teams of the whole division began to appear and were forced to surrender due to the exhaustion of ammunition and food.

The results of the German infantry were brilliant, and they were finally able to make those armored units dare not underestimate them anymore. The most incredible thing is that in such an offensive that is chaotic no matter how you look at it, the logistics of Army Group B can be kept in order. Because those troops are all infantry divisions, there will be no shortage of supplies. The logistics units of Army Group B advanced along the French railway line, and they spread the supply bases evenly along the entire front, and the logistics units of each division could seek supplies from the nearest supply bases. The road congestion in the early stage has ended, and the excellent transportation facilities in France have indeed saved a lot of effort on the part of the German logistics department, and now they can deliver the urgently needed supplies of the forward troops to any corner of the front line in a timely manner.

The Luftwaffe also performed very well, and the 2nd and 3rd air forces already had full control of air supremacy on all battlefields. At first there were also some French fighters who bravely took off to resist, and their bravery caused some problems for the Luftwaffe. But the problem was immediately solved, and the French planes were often blown into a pile of scrap metal by the on-the-road German bombers as soon as they landed, and for a time such expensive bonfires were lit at every airfield of the French Air Force. The Luftwaffe completely occupied the skies of France, and they could attack any military target that seemed worthy without any interruption.

As the field airfield continued to advance, the German Angels of Death could now spread fear and death unscrupulously to the French ** team on the ground, and the shrill howls of dive bombers and Heinker's rolling thunderous roar echoed over the entire battlefield. The French soldiers were weak and ineffective in fighting back against the Luftwaffe, and fewer German planes were shot down by ground forces than were lost due to malfunction or cāo mistakes. Whether it was bombers or fighters, the German pilots happily hovered over the French positions, and the losses of the French ** team added to their medals.

Guderian was placed on the Western Front throughout the battlefield, and the troops attacking from here were the elite of the German Army. Their mission was to break through the French lines and capture important ports along the coastline. If they captured those ports and transport hubs, it would be the deadliest blow to France. France would not be able to obtain reinforcements from his overseas colonies and the British government, and judging by the present situation, it would be absolutely impossible to defend themselves against the attack of the mighty German army by relying on the strength they had now accumulated.

The French also understood this very well, they put the strongest and most elite forces on the Western Front defense line, the French were determined to defend the coastal cities and the southwestern provinces at all costs, and the richest cities of France were also gathered in that area, as long as those areas were still in French hands, they still had a chance to counterattack.

The French resolutely abandoned their capital, which was easy to attack and difficult to defend, and they even abandoned the eastern front, which they saw as absolutely occupied, and they withdrew the French government cabinet and the financial, cultural, and industrial institutions to the southwestern coastal cities, and the eastern and southern parts of France that had not yet been occupied were busy withdrawing those important institutions to the sea.

As a result, Guderian was thus unprepared and ran headlong into the strongest line of defense that the French were determined to defend to the death. If it weren't for the Luftwaffe's air supremacy and ability to provide him with uninterrupted air support, his losses would definitely be more than that. The French soldiers in front of him knew that they were the last line of defense, and they were willing to give their lives to defend the French Third Republic.

In the face of soldiers with such a strong will and the last elite weapons of France, a breed like Guderian who can maintain the speed of the attack and break through the three layers of French defenses by stubbornly fighting can be classified as strong and ferocious. If it had been Kruger or something that had launched the attack, he would have shouted to the high command for reinforcements a long time ago.

In fact, Guderian had not yet encountered the strongest resistance of the French, because another beast of prey had already attracted most of the attention of the French opposite. The Cyprus Regiment relied on his powerful attack and brilliant tactics to advance into the depths of the French defensive circle, the fierce fighting power of which came from the fanatical worship of his direct commander and the excessive firepower he possessed, and the exquisite tactics from his new commander. Manstein was appointed the new chief of staff of the regiment on the day he met Xu Jun, and according to Xu Jun's secret order, Müller was to be completely under the command of this chief of staff in battle, and Manstein became the one who actually pulled the belt around Cypress's collar.

The new Führer not only saved him from the horrors of the Berlin military prison, but also gave himself such weight that Manstein could not express his gratitude. In return, he made up his mind to fight the battle with all his strength and wisdom.

As a result, as soon as the military genius exerted his strength, Cyprus's attack changed from the beginning, and the original completely mad dog attack was strictly forbidden. Cyphorus changed his previous rampage style and began to do a lot of tricks. Strictly speaking, he was attacking according to the textbook catalogue of the German Army's tactical department, and every tactic, formal or unofficial, was taken out, and the corps commanders launched one attack after another on the French positions in different ways. The three divisions were like a huge millstone taking turns to crush the enemy on the opposite side. Cyprus relied on those tactics that made the opponent defenseless and powerful ground-air firepower, he broke through the four lines of French defense, and is charging towards the fifth line of French defense at a steady pace.

However, Guderian's corps, which was relatively weaker than him, could only be left behind, and as a result, Guderian became the slowest advancing man in the German army on the whole line, and it is no wonder that the commander of the Panzer Corps is depressed until now.

"General, the report of the 3rd Panzer Regiment has been sent." Herman opened the curtain and hurried into the tent, a telegram in his hand.

Guderian looked up, and when he saw the unnatural look on his adjutant's face, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, it seemed that he was going through another batch of dead lists.

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