"I heard that you all have to go up to the Alps in person to find a white edelweiss to be considered a qualified paratrooper?" Accardo leaned against the wall, looked at the burning and dancing fire, and asked Borreol, the paratrooper on the side.

Borol smiled and pointed to the dried flower that had already turned yellow on the gap of a button next to the collar, and smiled: "When the 1st Division of the Paratroopers was formed, the Führer personally set the rules, but this year it was expanded to 3 divisions, so not everyone had to go to the Alps to pick this kind of flower in person. Most of the time, the platoon commander goes once as a representative, and the ceremony is completed. ”

After Borol finished speaking, he took a deep puff of cigarette, spit out an eye circle, and then asked, "Where is your home?"

The word "home?" is a very foreign word for Rennes: "I have no home, and the Führer said that his hometown is my hometown, and Germany is my hometown." I have to kill people for this hometown, and kill many, many people in exchange for happiness. ”

As he spoke, he took out the small tin box from his jacket pocket, opened the lid and poured it twice before remembering that he had eaten the last two chocolate candies today, so he smiled helplessly and put away the tin box again.

"I'm sorry to ask about this unpleasant thing. Borol said.

"It's okay, get used to it. Wren glanced at Bowman, a sleeping tank driver beside him, and then turned his gaze to the slightly crackling fire with sparks, and snorted: "Killing makes me feel like I'm still alive, and I enjoy the feeling of killing the enemy...... It's like you're smoking, it's comfortable. ”

His answer made Borol very uncomfortable, but before Borol could speak, Wren shifted the topic to the ends of the earth: "The song you sang when you were in a hurry was very good, would you like to sing it again?"

"Of course!" Borol smiled, "That's the military song of our paratroopers." ”

"Come, sing and listen!" Wren said with a smile.

Borol didn't twist either, and sang softly with a few paratroopers around him: "

...... The roar of the engine, accompanied by the individual's own thoughts,

Everyone's thoughts quickly skimmed over their loved ones at home.

In an instant, comrades, the signal for a parachute jump came,

We flew to the enemy and lit the beacon fire there.

Drop fast, land fast!

Comrades, there is no return.

In the far east there are black clouds,

Come, don't be discouraged, come!

Our numbers are small, our blood is boiling,

We fear neither the enemy nor death.

We only know one task: Germany is in danger,

To fight, to win, to fight to the death of the Grim Reaper.

Pick up the rifle, pick up the rifle!

Comrades, there is no return.

In the far east there are black clouds,

Come, don't lose your soul, come!"

"Well sung!" a general at the door took the lead in applauding. He was also followed by a staff officer, as well as a guard with a Mauser 98k rifle on his back.

"Lizheng!" shouted the guard.

Everyone got up from the ground, and the sleeping armored soldiers also got up in a daze, everyone patted the straw and dust on their buttocks, stood upright, and raised their right arm: "Long live the Führer!"

"Long live the Empire!" Guderian replied with a standard military salute, "Your Excellency today is very satisfying! ”

"Yes, General!" replied everybody.

"Good beef for the night?" Guderian kicked the bones on the ground with his shiny leather boots.

Everyone present scratched their heads and smiled embarrassedly.

"I've brought some canned food, but you don't have much appetite! Save it for tomorrow morning's journey." Guderian smiled, then asked his staff officer to leave a bag of tin cans, and led the men out. Behind him, the soldiers cheered.

On the other hand, the German attacking forces in the north had not yet gathered their attacking forces. Rommel was more adventurous than Guderian in using his troops, he ignored the telegram from the army command commanding him to stop advancing, and the 7th Panzer Corps under his command was under the command of the 6th and 7th Panzer Divisions.

Rommel himself drove his car in search of his frantically advancing troops, one unit after another, laying out detailed combat missions, and on several occasions he encountered the scattered Polish troops, the most terrible of which was when he saw the crowded Polish soldiers blocking the traffic, and he got out of the car to help the panicked Poles direct the traffic for a full three minutes, until his guard caught up and captured the Poles.

In one day's offensive, the Germans suffered negligible losses, with 13 and 19 men killed in the frontal attack by R and S armies, Rommel's troops losing 1 tank, 37 men, and a truck, and Guderian's troops losing the most of 119 men, mostly soldiers of the 3rd SS Panzer Division, a loss best illustrated by lack of training and bravery. The total number of tanks lost by the Germans on the whole line was two, both of which were destroyed by the Polish infantry with anti-tank guns.

It is not yet possible to count the losses of the paratroopers, but the number reported is that 172 people are missing and 12 are confirmed dead. Two bombers were shot down by ground artillery fire, one crashed due to mechanical failure, four were shot down by the Polish Air Force, and only nine pilots were killed. Even counting the number of missing, the Germans' losses on the first day did not exceed 400 people.

This loss was in exchange for the Germans capturing 110,000 Polish soldiers, killing another 7,590, and making three Polish division commanders, including Garokov, prisoners of the Germans. In addition, the Germans destroyed and captured 100 Polish tanks, more than 900 artillery pieces, more than 300 trucks, and more than 400 aircraft - almost a third of Poland's heavy weapons possession.

The Poles still did not know what was going on on their borders, the information was huge and confusing, and the worst thing was that it had not yet been processed—everyone wanted to figure out one thing: how many Germans had attacked the Polish defenses and how.

One of the most bizarre reports was the capture of a German soldier 110 kilometers behind the border, but the German soldier eventually escaped because he was captured by five Polish farmers. But there was a general reaction from the army that they had been attacked by the Germans, and these attacks took place about 70 kilometers from the border.

Then the Polish commanders received another shocking news, German tanks and armored vehicles penetrated the Polish line in one go, and the Polish army, which was preparing to attack Germany, was attacking at such a rapid speed that the German army, which was equipped with a large number of vehicles, had advanced a full 40 kilometers (average) that day.

The first to react was the Pomeranian Corps, which was about to be surrounded in the Danzig corridor, and its commander, Portnoski, clearly judged Rommel's intentions and made a very correct but humiliating decision: to leave a qiē material and escape.

The artillery was abandoned on the road to serve as a roadblock, the Polish cavalry on horseback galloped south past the chaotic infantry, and the troops with automobiles hurried to get out of the huge encirclement before Rommel cut off their rear. However, they retreated in front, and the German * team that pursued them all the way from the rear was simply like a shadow.

This led to the rout of the Polish Pomeranian Corps, the three divisions left behind by Portoski were surrounded and annihilated by the Germans without any resistance, and the slowest moving artillery unit was captured and captured by the German * team that caught up - but their intentions were ultimately successful, and the prisoners and equipment piled up on the road slowed down the German attack, and the ridiculous thing was that these prisoners and equipment were more effective than when they resisted.

In order to escape the blame of the defeat, Portonski sent a telegram to Poland claiming that he was moving south to join up with Poznan's corps, and then north to counterattack the German forces and retake the Danzig corridor. This may sound tempting, but it's full of loopholes. As soon as the Pomeranian Corps deployed in the Danzig Corridor collapsed, the Mordrin Corps, which remained in northern Poland, was left alone, which was still holding its own position, and now had to face the German Army Group P in East Prussia alone.

The Poznan corps, which had been rushed to join the Pöznań corps by the frontal Germans, had been crushed by the frontal German attack, and the main force of this force had cedered its line to the south to join the Lodz corps, while most of the infantry and cavalry had broken back, abandoning their armor and retreating to Forte Poland.

On the other front, the Lodz corps was also retreating, but because the Germans on the opposite side were not pressed too tightly, they were the best army in the entire Polish defensive line, but when they heard that German troops had been found near Krakow, their morale was shaken for a while.

On this quiet night of the first war, the Luftwaffe still did not relax its attack on the Poles, and Catherine ordered the air force to take off and accumulate experience in night attacks, although the results were not obvious, but they enriched the valuable combat experience for the newly born Luftwaffe. More than 700 sorties of attacks made the Poles have a sleepless night.

In any case, the German Wehrmacht, which had been secretly implementing a blitzkrieg for ten years, finally came to the stage of history, and as soon as it appeared, it turned Poland, a newly born European power, into a sieve.