On July 22, 1940, the Battle of Dusk was in full swing, and Germany finally made up for the final shot in the already tattered body of the French Third Republic.

Even the most sluggish person can see at this time that the most powerful country on the European continent, the country that has given birth to countless great soldiers and statesmen, poets and writers, master painters and sculptors, and the country that has created countless breathtaking scientific and technological achievements and brilliant miracles, no longer has any chance of turning defeat into victory.

This ancient empire, which once stood on top of the world and led the course of European civilization for hundreds of years, has never been conquered by any country or nation since the establishment of a unified state.

She has knocked down foreign invaders in the filthy mud countless times over the centuries, and she was so powerful that people couldn't believe that one day she would fall in the mud.

Now, the giant, which had never been truly conquered, had come to an end, and the great people who had lived in the land for generations had once again bowed their noble heads before another foreign people, centuries after the fall of the Roman Empire.

Many people thought that her defeat was due to the fact that this time the enemy was stronger and more cunning than ever, but no one saw that before the fierce wolf of the north showed her sharp fangs, she was already left with a gorgeous shell that was nothing but appearance, and those so-called powerful forces were just a façade to comfort herself.

France, with her tragic defeat, proved the fact that the power of the false, in the face of the real power, could do nothing but bluff, so she was compelled to drink the bitter wine of her own hands.

"Look at these people, these soldiers. If I hadn't been personally involved in the battle, no one would have believed that it was these men who nearly crushed the best German legions. Look at their appearance, it's so decadent, it's really impossible to connect them with the army that fought with us the day before yesterday. ”

Feng. Chatrimans sighed as he shook his head.

"That's why they've failed, and what else can an army that has completely failed look like. Do you think they should still be elated? My Lieutenant Colonel. ”

The young major of the Lee family had never given up a chance to raise a bar with the lieutenant colonel since he had been lectured by Chatremans last time.

"Colonel Dougan told me that in the battle the day before yesterday these soldiers proved their bravery and tenacity in front of all those who took part in that battle, and the Colonel felt that they were probably the only fighters in this war who deserved our respect. But as things stand, I think the Colonel may have overestimated them. ”

The young Führer lived adjutant von. Tysenhofen said with a wry smile on the side.

The three officers stood on the dirt slope beside the highway and commented on the vast ranks of French prisoners of war on the road.

The French prisoners of war marched slowly on the road in four columns towards the rear.

The current image of these French soldiers is really not flattering, not so much a soldier as a group of beggars in military uniforms.

The German ** team did a very thorough job of disarming the prisoners of war, and even an armed belt was left for them.

At present, these prisoners of war only carry marching backpacks with personal luggage and their own water bottles and lunch boxes, and the officers have one more military backpack than the soldiers, which is filled with canned German food and various field food, which is a special ration given by the German army according to the rank of these French officers.

The French prisoners of war wore tawny military uniforms stained with mud and dust, and wore dirty and unrecognizable high military boots on their feet, and walked slowly in a neat formation under the scorching sun.

Thanks to the indulgence of His Excellency the Führer, all French officers and soldiers were allowed to continue to wear the insignia of their ranks.

The officers wore their traditional cylindrical military caps, while the soldiers wore those peeling Yadelia helmets, though most were accustomed to wearing the heavy helmets from their backpacks and light floppy caps on their heads. Others simply walked bareheaded, allowing the dust from the road to dye their hair yellow-gray.

This messy attire made the otherwise neat line look a bit disorganized.

However, the German soldiers who were in charge of escorting them showed no interest in the neatness of the prisoners of war, and their task was only to safely escort them to the prisoner of war camps. As long as those prisoners of war stay in the team honestly, even if any of them get naked and run naked, it has nothing to do with them.

A group of French prisoners of war walked in front of the hillside, and almost no one showed any curiosity about the three German officers who were pointing fingers on the hillside, and occasionally a few soldiers would look up and glance at the dirt slope without any spirit, and then lazily withdrew their gaze and continued to lower their heads and hang their heads on the road.

The entire team of prisoners of war marched lifelessly on the road, looking at the backs of those soldiers in the distance, the officers couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling from the bottom of their hearts, and in those heavy steps, they saw the desolation and helplessness in the hearts of those failed soldiers, and there may be a little bit of sourness, as well as endless sadness.

"What are you all talking about?"

A voice sounded behind the officers. The startled officers hurriedly looked back, and only the chief of staff of the corps was walking up the hill in high spirits.

"Your Excellency the Chief of Staff."

The officers hurriedly stood up and saluted, and the chief of staff had won the heartfelt respect and affection of these officers with his wisdom and character.

"Hehe, I guess why can't I find you, it turns out that the French prisoners of war are here."

Wille smiled and saluted the officers.

"Your Excellency, we are discussing the question of these French prisoners of war. I don't think they came close to crushing our Legion's army. As soldiers, even if they fail and are captured, they must retain the pride of a soldier, but they ...... now"

After the officers returned the salute to the chief of staff, Tysenhowen pointed to the French prisoners of war who were still passing by.

"Hmm."

Velle stood on the slope and looked at the prisoners of war, then sighed softly.

"This army is long dead."

Willer said with a blank face.

"Your Excellency Chief of Staff, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Feng. Liszt asked suspiciously, and after listening to Weierle's words, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Manders had a thoughtful look on his face.

"By death I mean on a spiritual level, not that they are really dead, but that these soldiers and officers have lost the soul of a warrior.

When these soldiers knew that they had been abandoned by their high command, they also had a premonition of defeat in this battle.

But before they could do so, they had abandoned their belief in fighting for their republic to the end. Because they know that France will be doomed to be conquered by us.

According to the interrogation reports handed in, most of these French people did not even have the consciousness of defending a country, they did not want to go to war at all, and they did not want to lose their lives for a war that was already doomed.

From this point of view, the French ** team has begun to slowly lose their will to fight, and there is no difference between an army without fighting faith and determination and an army that has died. Guarded by these troops, how could France not be finished.

Moreover, most of the French soldiers in front of you were forced to wear this uniform, and before that they were only peasants or small merchants, and few of them had even touched their rifles. It's hard enough to make them look like a soldier from the outside, how can you expect them to have the qualities and determination of a true warrior. ”

"I seem to understand a little, you mean that we have crushed their will to fight. But I still wonder how these soldiers could have caused us to suffer such heavy losses, if this is what you say. ”

The young adjutant asked, confused.

"Because these French ** teams are not the troops who fought with us the day before yesterday. Dear Eric. ”

Wehrle replied with a smile.

"It was the French colonial troops and the Foreign Legion that made our troops suffer, and none of those troops were native French.

And the captives in front of us are real French regulars, they are the reserves of the French Army.

It's just that none of these native-born Frenchmen, these glorious French regular troops, took part in the attack the day before yesterday, otherwise we would never have suffered such losses.

It doesn't matter how much a unit like this puts in that kind of battle, they will definitely run away in the battle, and the commander of the opposing side is well aware of this.

These troops were captured by General Guderian when he launched the flank encirclement.

General Guderian's tanks met no organized resistance, and some of the units in front of us simply surrendered without firing a shot.

This is one of the main reasons why we were able to destroy the enemy's command so quickly and win this battle. ”

"What a tragedy for an army that has lost its purpose of existence. We have at least something to accomplish and something to protect. And for them, everything ended with the moment of defeat, there was no business for them to complete, and there was nothing for them to protect. ”

At this time, the lieutenant colonel commander once again uttered his exclamation.

"But there's one thing that's pretty enviable."

Weirle winked at Chatrimans, then smiled and said, "At least for them, the war is over." ”

"Hehe, that's right, Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

"Your Excellency, these documents have been put in order."

Dogen placed a thick stack of papers in front of Xu Jun.

"Also, these documents sent by the headquarters in the morning are waiting for your signature, mainly because of some logistical supply problems."

"Where has Chief of Staff Wierle gone, I haven't seen him since the morning."

Xu Jun picked up a document on the table and asked while looking at it carefully.

"He went to check the preparations before the departure of the troops."

"Oh, how are the troops doing now?"

Xu Jun read the document and then signed his name on it.

"The situation is good, after two days of repairs and now the troops have recovered. The morale is unimaginably high, after all, we have another big victory. ”

Dougan replied.

"A huge victory...... It was also a miserable victory. Two battalions were completely maimed, and two companies of your Waffen-SS alone were wiped out, and thirty percent of the troops involved in the battle were wounded. You know, I'd rather not have this kind of "great victory".

Dogen, you must know that those troops are the best of the best, and it is very sad for me to suffer such a serious loss. ”

"My Führer, you soldiers don't think so, they think they're here to fight like that.

Although the loss of those troops is a pity, it has allowed those soldiers who survived to accumulate combat experience, and it has also given us commanders valuable experience and lessons. ”

Dougan replied solemnly.

"Okay, let's not talk about that yet. It's good that the morale of the troops is high, but now we are going to Paris, they may not have a chance to fight again, and I hope these young men with high morale will not be disappointed by this. ”

"No, my Führer. Their duty is to keep you safe, and there's no doubt that this force will go wherever you go. If any of them has an opinion about your decision, I will personally throw him to a court-martial. ”

"Hehe, Dogan. Relax, I'm sure you will. ”

Xu Jun raised his head and said with a smile to the SS district captain with a serious face.

"By the way, what's going on with Randolph, I haven't received a report from him yet."

As he spoke, Xu Jun signed another document, then pressed the electric bell on the table, and the staff officer on duty immediately ran in.

"Send this out right away."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The staff officer took the document and nodded respectfully before turning and walking out of the compartment.

"I don't know much about that, Führer. Judging by the time, he should have started working, but ...... I don't really know the specifics.

To tell you the truth, my Führer, I am still a little apprehensive about you entrusting him with such an important task.

It's not that your decision is wrong, I don't doubt your eye, Randolph is a capable officer.

But...... I still think he lacks experience and needs to be honed over a period of time. This is my personal opinion and I ask for your forgiveness if I offend you. ”

Watching the staff officer walk out of the cubicle, Dogen turned his face and replied.

"It's okay, your opinion is very reasonable, how can you offend me. I agree with you about Randolph, he has a lot of ability but a lack of experience. That's why I gave him this job, which is a test of his ability, and it can also be regarded as a sharpening for him. ”

"But I'm afraid he'll mess up the task you've given him."

"No, the plan is important, but Randolph doesn't need to do the critical work.

He's really just a liaison officer and overseer, and he doesn't need to be responsible for the ultimate success of the project, he just needs to be personally responsible for the project.

After all, I've been planning an operation for so long, and I need first-hand information whether it succeeds or not. So I had to send someone I could trust to be involved in the whole operation. ”

Xu Jun replied with a smile.

"But...... Forget it, I hope he understands your painstaking efforts. But I can imagine what kind of face he will have now, and he must be proud. The Special Envoy of the Führer, I hope he will be worthy of this post. ”

Dogen scratched his nose helplessly and said with a wry smile.

"Don't be too him, Dogan. He must be at sea by now. ”

"Who's at sea? Oh, you mean Randolph. My Führer. ”

Wehrle walked in through the door with a document.

Xu Jun felt that it was definitely a mistake for his office not to install soundproof doors, especially when he had such an old fox with abnormal hearing.

"Führer."

Weierle walked up to Xu Jun and nodded respectfully, and then put the document in front of Xu Jun.

"This is the message you want. This was Randolph's last report before leaving with the fleet, followed by the report on the actions of the naval command. Everything is going as smoothly as you planned. ”

"Oh? Randolph's report? ”

Xu Jun picked up the document and read it up and down carefully, then leaned back in the chair easily. Then he smiled and said to the two subordinates in front of Ming.

"It looks like our hard work is about to pay off, Werle. The command of the Navy was ordered to immediately report to me on the progress of the "Sea Lion Project". Also, send a message to Randolph so that he remembers the orders I gave him. ”

"Yes, my Führer."

Weirle replied respectfully.

"Oh...... Wait a minute. ”

Xu Jun suddenly stopped Weierle, who was about to turn around and walk out.

"Add one more message to Randolph at the end, telling him not to forget to bring gifts to everyone when he returns."

"Compliance...... Yes, sir...... My Führer. ”

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