A person's mind is very important, if a person's mind is confused and in distress, then he has nothing to do for a day and is depressed. If a person has a clear mind and a firm conviction, then he can feel a force in his body, a force that can split the stubborn stone and be indestructible.

After thinking about it, Hitler already knew what to do and what he wanted, he had convictions, and he was full of energy.

"Bang!" Raise the gun and shoot, and the target's chest blooms with bright blood flowers, which contrast with the red and white flowers on the adjacent grass.

The land stained with sin and blood is instead blooming with bright flowers.

"Everyone, call me!"

Since the Germans occupied the second line of defense, the attention of the French staff finally turned to Mount Mortom and sent a lot of reinforcements in a vain attempt to recover the second line of defense, the second line of defense is too important, it is only about a kilometer away from Mount Mortom, if the Germans organize forces to attack again, it is very likely to threaten Mount Mortom.

Therefore, since the Germans occupied the second line of defense for three days, the French army launched a frantic attack on the second line of defense, the shells came like hail intensively, and the German army suffered heavy casualties.

"Roll call!" Hitler had not slept for two days and two nights, there was no way, the reinforcements never came, they had a platoon of fifteen people who needed to hold a position of 30 meters, the defensive force was quite weak, and the French army attacked every three or two hours no matter how dark it was, so that they could not sleep.

"Brute Bull...... Chubby ...... ...... Gaskier"

One by one, Hitler named the surviving people in the platoon, and if someone answered, it meant that they were still alive, and if they didn't, they were gone forever. After some roll call, one person was killed in the battle just now, there were 14 living people in the platoon, and among the 14 living people, all of them were wounded, and there were two seriously wounded.

The situation is very bad, and there is not much confidence in holding the position.

"Cheer up, the French are coming up again."

In Hitler's sniper scope, the French began to assemble and reorganize the offensive formation, marking the beginning of another fierce battle, several soldiers were very tired, still sleeping on the position, Hitler had to kick them one by one to wake them up.

Throwing himself in the trenches, Hitler, who had not slept for a long time, was a little distracted, and he thought wildly: "Where will the name of World War II be?" ”

What are the future World War II generals doing now? Let's take a look -

Manstein just graduated from the Berlin Military Academy and encountered a world war, ambitious, but he didn't expect that every battle he experienced was not simple, for example, now, he led a company surrounded by the Russian army on the slope of a hill called Mobile, the besieging Russian army was only more than 700 people, not a lot, although Manstein could not break through, but he was still confident in holding on.

But the soldiers were demoralized, and some even offered to surrender, why? Because they only had enough food to eat for two days, and when they ran out of food, they could only fight hungry.

They were far away from the large army, there was no hope of rescue, and the troops led by Manstein were not elite, and the people's hearts were fluctuating, and they might not be able to wait for the food to run out, and they might collapse now.

"What should I do?" Manstein's brows furrowed, he had just graduated from the Military Academy, but he didn't want to be a prisoner of war like this, if he was a prisoner of war, his military career would be over.

Pregnant!

Manstein had an idea in his head, and he called two of his cronies to fill the rice bags with sand and soil in a hidden place, and then put white rice on top of the sand and soil, so that what had been five bags of rice was now twenty bags of rice.

He gathered all the soldiers in a clearing, there were twenty bags of rice, and an ordinary soldier with a lot of flowers, and Manstein kicked the tied soldier to the ground fiercely: "Who told you that there is no food? Keep your dog's eyes open and see what's in front of you? Do you dare to say that it is not food? You bewitch the hearts of the army, and I enforce wartime discipline. ”

Without giving the soldier much of a chance to speak, Manstein immediately drew his gun and killed the soldier with a clean "poof".

Manstein cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, our supplies are completely sufficient, please fight with peace of mind, I promise as a Prussian nobleman, after the completion of this battle, each person will be rewarded with 100 marks, and those who are brave and outstanding will be rewarded with 5,000 marks!" ”

The soldiers immediately boiled, 5000 marks, can be regarded as a middle-class rich man in Germany, with 5000 marks, you can buy a manor, you can live without worrying about food and clothing for a lifetime.

The German government stipulates that one mark is equal to 3.58 grams of gold, although gold at this time is not as valuable as in later generations, but it is also the hard currency of all countries in the world, and one mark can buy a long sleeve, or 50 catties of flour.

Manstein grinned at the reaction of the soldiers, at least he knew that he would be able to get a good night's sleep for the past two days.

……

Carpathians, Italy, a handsome lieutenant with a tired face but full of perseverance, walking on the mountain path, this is Rommel, he led four companies at this time to prepare for a raid on the high ground in the rear of the Italian army, they have been marching in the mountains for fifty hours, everyone is tired, Rommel looked at the soldiers behind him, and knew that he had to step up, otherwise once he did not sleep for more than seventy-two hours, he would hallucinate, delirious, and feel that something was pressing on the top of his head, so it must be as soon as possible, time is life!

This is a little-known mountain road, which leads to the rear of the Italian army, and if a nail can be laid in the Italian rear, it will be a great achievement, and Lucy must be very happy!

Thinking of his lovely wife, Rommel only felt a warmth in his heart, and his body vibrated and he was much more sober.

"Look, Italian Army!" The Italians were spotted in front of them, and everyone cheered up and prepared for battle.

"Good chance!" Rommel was in good spirits: "Rush with me!" Take the ground! ”

The Italians could not have imagined that there would be Germans in this place, and there was not much defense, Rommel led the troops to take the nearby high ground with a charge, the German flag fluttered on the high ground, the Italians were shocked when they saw that their [chrysanthemum] flower was stabbed, the German army in front of them attacked, the defense line suddenly collapsed, and if it collapsed, it was the most important thing to save your life, there were Germans like wolves and tigers in front, it was not easy to run, so run back, run back maybe you can run away.

As soon as Rommel saw many people rushing in his direction, they were ready for a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that after a few shots, the Italians knelt down in groups and surrendered, which made Rommel shake his head helplessly, this battle was really boring......

In this battle, Rommel captured more than 5,000 Italian soldiers, 30 artillery pieces, and won the Blue Max Medal, Germany's highest meritorious medal!

……

On the steppe, a cavalry of 100 men roared by, galloping on horseback, and one of them, named Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, who in twenty years would become the world's most famous invincible god of war.

But now Zhukov doesn't know what to do in the future, now he is just an ordinary and ordinary 19-year-old guy, he fought bravely at a young age, and he was diligent and hygienic, hard-working, and when others were smoking and playing cards, he studied hard under the dim electric light, and helped his comrades serve tea and water, which won the love of all the soldiers of the entire company.

Zhukov was very young, only 19 years old, but he was young and had a mature heart, his father was a shoemaker, his mother and sister worked on the farm, the family was crammed into a room where they could not even fit their feet, and when night came, his mother and sister slept on the bed, and he and his father slept on the floor, living in humiliation.

He wanted to get ahead so much that he couldn't help crying every time he thought of his mother's old face, the stone-carved wrinkles on his father's face, and the hard calluses on his sister's hands.

Everything will be fine, now he has food and a little salary in the army, and the situation at home is relatively much better.

The wind and the sun were beautiful, the sky was cloudless, and a group of 100 people rushed through the great plain, and Zhukov silently followed behind the troops, observing the nearby terrain.

In the distance, a cavalryman rushed to the company commander and said, "There are friendly troops asking us for help five kilometers away. ”

"Oh? Help? The company commander asked, and as his horse came to a halt with the entire cavalry unit neatly without confusion.

The cavalryman said, "Yes, they are about seven hundred men, besieging the enemy on a hill called Mobitz. ”

"How many enemy troops are there?"

"About a hundred, supposedly."

"Heh, 700 people can't win against 100 people, this commander is really useless, don't go to support, the role of our cavalry is to mobile raids, not to attack fortified battles, we only have a hundred people, it's useless to go." The company commander sneered.

In this way, Zhukov and Manstein, the two world famous players, missed like this, what would happen if the two could play a game, but unfortunately there was no chance, Zhukov was getting farther and farther away from Mount Mobile.

……

Montgomery was alive solely because he was strong-willed, and he deserved to die.

The belief that supported him to come alive was to tell his mother: he is not cannon fodder, he is not garbage!

I want to prove to her that that naughty kid can be a hero!

Indeed, this time he became a hero.

"Young man, I admire you. Minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire, and after the battle is won, it is found that you have been shot in three places, and it is fatal everywhere, I can't imagine how you can still fight with three fatal wounds, it is really powerful. If I were to go to war, I might have been a deserter if I had been slightly injured. ”

Two old men entered Montgomery's room, an old grandfather and a grandmother, and the two were husband and wife. This is inside a villa where Montgomery is recuperating from his injuries, and they are the owners of the villa.

"Three fatal wounds? I didn't feel it at all, I thought it was a mosquito bite......" Montgomery quipped, and the three of them burst into laughter.

After laughing, Montgomery accidentally pulled the wound, and the great pain came, which made him frown, and the old man helped him to sleep on the bed, and said to the old grandmother, "Baby, pour a glass of water for our hero." ”

"Okay." The old grandmother walked out of the room.

Montgomery said enviously: "You really love your wife so much, you have spent half a century together, and you have always called you baby." ”

"What......" said the old man, "I forgot her name, so I have to call her baby, don't tell her, or she will be angry." ”

"Forehead......" Montgomery's forehead was full of black lines.

ps：

Nimitz: Why do you always write about army generals, although I am a navy general, but my contribution to the United States is not small, why don't you write about me?

Author: Now you don't have anything to write about, just came back from studying in Germany, I don't know which beach to be on, basking in the sun, drinking drinks, leisurely watching bikini beauties on vacation.

Barton: You don't even write Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu will beat you to death!

Author: Be careful that Lao Tzu digs you out of the grave!

Barton: You talk, I'll go first.

Guderian: I'm no worse than them, so why don't you write about me?

Author: I'm writing about marshal-level characters, and you're not a marshal.

Guderian vomited blood in depression and died.