When Mark swung the joystick and the tank turned around a bush, everyone knew they were going the wrong way again. Rommel, who was crawling in front of the top of the tank, cracked the corners of his mouth embarrassedly, because it was the way he pointed out, and the dissatisfaction and nagging of his comrades came over the radio.

Seeing the girl in white landing, Mark immediately stepped on the brakes, and the tank tracks left a deep mark on the soft ground. As soon as the tank was stopped, Rommel jumped down and ran to the girl to help her up. Fortunately, the girl was not injured, and looked at Rommel tremblingly, with a pair of bright big eyes watery and full of horror, just like looking at a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Rommel's image was indeed not very good, his handsome face was blackened by oil smoke, the smell of sweat and gunpowder smoke emanated from the shabby military uniform, and there was a submachine gun behind his back. In this case, even if Rommel is sincere, he will be misunderstood, but his heart has been melted by the girl, it is the face of an angel, it is the most beautiful thing Rommel has ever seen in his life, even more than his own baby tank, at this moment let him give up the tank and choose the girl, he will not hesitate.

"Sir, sir, please calm down!" The old voice came, interrupting Rommel's reverie, he let go of the hands holding the girl, and looked back, only to see an old man coming out of the farm house, dressed as a typical French peasant, although afraid, but still came out and gradually approached Rommel. His granddaughter rides a horse every morning from the farm to the small lake in the back, to the woods in the distance, and finally back to the farm. It was only today when he heard the roar of the tank and hid in the house that he realized that his granddaughter had not returned, and the most unfortunate thing was that the German tank and the girl appeared at the same time, and he almost fainted when the tank barrel was aimed at the girl.

Rommel couldn't understand French, but he could see what was going on. The engine of tank 205 was still roaring, and before Rommel could signal complete safety, Mark had to be ready to fire, and Jurgen and the others had their hands on the trigger of the machine gun - they had also encountered French skirmishers during this time, and it could not be ruled out that there were French soldiers here.

Because of the language barrier, Rommel, the old man, and the girl sitting on the ground were momentarily frozen for a few seconds, and then they heard the old man say in German, which he was not fluent in, "Sir, please spare my granddaughter." ”

"I have no ill intent, because this young lady was frightened by our tank and fell down, and I wanted to come and see if she was hurt." The old man breathed a sigh of relief at Rommel's answer, and although the German soldier looked intimidating, there was no hurtful meaning in his tone, and he took a few steps back to show his safety.

"Thank you very much, thank you very much!" The old man slowly walked in front of the girl, while expressing his gratitude and helping the girl up, with her grandfather by her side, the girl's mood finally calmed down, and the crystal tears stopped falling temporarily.

After looking at the girl for a while, Rommel turned his head to the old man with a smile and asked, "What do you call it?" ”

"Elon, this is my granddaughter Ellie, his father was drafted, and his mother has died, so she lives with me." (Does anyone remember that French female singer?) Dream girl! ）

"Are there any French soldiers here?" Rommel, who was addicted to women, did not forget his own work, and asked casually.

"No, absolutely not!" The old man hurriedly waved his hand, and the girl seemed to know the importance of this question to their grandfather and grandchildren, and shook her head, and Rommel couldn't help but laugh at the cute gesture.

He turned around and waved his hand, and then Mark parked the tank on the edge of the farm, and after the engine was turned off, several people got out, jumped out of the chariot with their guns, and immediately looked at the girl, and when they saw Rommel looking like a pig, they all laughed.

"Can I borrow your place to wash up?" We can't see what we look like. Rommel asked the girl with a smile on the back of his head in embarrassment. He received a response from the maiden, who nodded and followed her grandfather back into the house, followed by Rommel and the others, except for poor old Prinz, who was ordered to stay outside and keep watch.

Ellijie, who was holding the basin, felt something staring at her, and she followed the feeling, and the young soldier who had helped her up looked directly at her, and when the eyes of the two made contact, they immediately separated. A few minutes later, Rommel, John and others washed away the dust on their faces, a little less of the iron and blood of the army, and more of the temperament of ordinary people, in Ellie's opinion, if there was no military uniform, these young people would be no different from the young men who always pestered themselves in the town!

"Please taste my craft, Ellie loves my meal the most!" The old man Elon came over with a smile, and with the help of Ellie, he brought up a piece of food, and Rommel and the others were not polite, and they were no less excited to see these delicious foods than they were to see beautiful girls--they were really fed up with those individual soldiers' rations, and could they be called food if they were slimy, not salty, or sweet?

Shocked on the surface, but still uneasy inside, Elon looked at the wolf-gobbling German soldiers, hoping that they would leave quietly after they had eaten and drunk. He is most worried about his granddaughter Ellijie, he knows Ellijie's beauty, and he also knows the moral bottom line of these soldiers, especially the way they look at Ellijie, it is very appropriate to describe it as "lustful".

The innocent Ellie let go a little, she sat next to Rommel, her eyes blinking, tilting her head slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, and she was limited to the status of a lady who was not easy to speak.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask, Miss Ellie?" Rommel, who had washed his face and head, showed his golden hair and handsome face, and the warm sunlight shone in through the window, covering Rommel and making him look warm and nice. This kind of scene is the most attractive to girls who are just starting to fall in love, at least for Ellie.

"Oh, that, what's your name?" Ellie's cheeks flushed with Rommel's handsomeness, and she forgot what she wanted to ask, pausing a few times before asking.

Rommel also stopped eating, realizing that his rude eating would affect his image, so he pretended to be calm and put down the dishes and wiped the food scraps from the corners of his mouth. But at this time, John and the others stopped eating, grinning, and their mouths were still full of pumpkin pie and chicken mixed food.

It's clear that Rommel and Ellie are attracted to each other, and if it weren't for this damn war, the two would have met a few times and gone on a date by the beautiful little lake behind the farm, composing a romantic song of lovers. Unfortunately, now it is a war, a war of life and death between two countries, even though Ellie's father served in the reserve forces in Paris. Even her father would have died under Rommel's tank No. 205, and it would have been difficult for two young people to come together.

Eron didn't care so much, now his mind was completely focused on whether these German soldiers would be beastly and rape and plunder, and that would be the real tragedy. Fortunately, Rommel and the others still lack the consciousness of conquerors, or morality has not left them, Rommel and Ellie said goodbye reluctantly, and even did not leave contact information for each other, perhaps both of them know that the possibility of being together is too small. However, Rommel's future wife's name was indeed Ellie, a French girl.

When the No. 205 tank finally found the main force, it was already a day later, and if they could not meet again, their tanks would run out of fuel, and Rommel and the others could only find the main force on foot. It is a pleasure to find a large force, but unfortunately the heavy tank destroyer battalion has long since left and arrived on the outskirts of Paris, and now Rommel and others are located in Seribon, north of Paris, and it will take more than a day to reach Paris.

And according to some officers, they can't wait for the entrance ceremony to receive the surrender of Paris, knowing that the entry of the heavy tank destroyer battalion of the 1st Panzer Army into Paris can be a major event! This is no less than the blow to Rommel as the parting with Ellie, which is the greatest honor for the soldiers, Paris, that is the capital of France!

Yes, the French troops stationed in Paris surrendered, and the tide of the war changed significantly during the time that Rommel's crew was in search of Willow. The German Second Army approached Paris from the east, and the First and Fifth Armies approached Paris from the north, and before French support arrived, the First Panzer Army captured Berbine, the gateway to the north of Paris, and bypassed Versailles from the west, in an attempt to merge with the Second Army and encircle Paris.

Under these circumstances, the French president ordered Chauffeur to hold on to Paris, and then led the top government officials to flee Paris and go to Tours, where he stayed for two weeks before leaving for Porto, where he proclaimed the establishment of the French Provisional Government. Xia Fei, who remained in Paris, had only three corps in his hands, two of which were still reserves, lacking heavy firepower, and there were not many permanent fortifications near Paris.

Crucially, Chauffeur received a petition from the citizens of Paris, who were unwilling to let the pride of France, Paris, fall into artillery fire and end up in ruins. If the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame Cathedral, the Champs-Élysées, etc., were destroyed by artillery fire, it would be better to kill all Parisians, who would not even want to see every tree in Paris under fire. Before Xia Fei could make a decision, the 33rd Infantry Reserve Army, which was responsible for defending Paris, announced that it would give up resistance and surrender its position to the Germans, and Xia Fei had no choice but to surrender. (To be continued.) )