Wren in the photo is not smiling, but has a cold face, he is carrying an assault rifle, and the black tank uniform on his body looks a little messy, and there are oil stains and dust in some places.

But his eyes were cold and resolute, and he seemed to be exuding his cold and arrogant light all the time. Under the large cap characteristic of the German SS officer, the little freckles on his face that looked funny because of his eyes were too sharp did not have the slightest childish taste. He just stood there, as cold as a sword.

The Iron Cross below his neck made him look extraordinary and respectable. He wears a tactical vest that is slightly newer than the military uniform but looks a little scruffy, with a magazine on it. A pair of military boots that had been worn out for a long time - he was no different from an ordinary big-headed soldier, but whoever looked at it knew that it must be a man with a story.

Alice, who was next to Wren, left a completely different image for this moment, she smiled shyly and shyly, looking so gentle and elegant, as if she was a lady and exuded a unique charm of women.

In the photo, she has lost a lot of weight than when she first came, but her face shape is more perfect, a little less playful and cute, but a little more sexy and charming. Like many seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, she is full of youthful air all the time.

The military uniform that looked sloppy on Wren looked clean and tidy on Alice, she smiled cleanly, her big eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent, her fair skin was set off by the black SS uniform, and her slender legs were more slender because of the pants of the military uniform.

The two of them stood at a fist's distance like this, but the whole photo exuded a strong atmosphere of disharmony, as if the right side of Wren standing was a cold winter, and the left side of Alice standing was the spring of all things recovering. The aura exuded by the two people is so incompatible, it makes people laugh.

But if you look closely at this photo, there is a slight connection between the two people, and the whole picture is out of place, and there is a sense of unity that is inexplicable - Wren is no longer cold, and Alice seems a little more resolute.

The young pick-up photographer didn't know that he had unknowingly created a legend, and just shouted to Wren and Alice, "Okay!

Wren instantly relaxed, and turned back to continue to look at the French behemoth, while Alice was a little stupid, she felt that what she had just expressed was not perfect enough, and that she should get closer to Wren, and the photo might have been better.

However, Alice quickly recovered her mood, and walked to Wren's side with a smile behind her back, and accompanied her captain to study the French train cannon in front of her. I have to say that this is indeed a huge guy, at least in front of it, human beings seem much smaller.

"Now, Wren, why are we defeated by the French, who also have so many advanced weapons?" asked Alice, suddenly looking at the train cannon.

"Because it is us humans who control the weapons from beginning to end, it is not only the quality of the weapons that determines the outcome of a battle, but also the role of people. Wren looked at the train cannon, but answered Alice's question very formally: "We are cold, fast-moving, and determined to move forward, so we won the war." ”

It is not easy to explain how important the role of people is, but it can be used as an example to show that people are enough to change something in war.

The same Air Force, the same backward fighters, the pilots of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia dared to take off without fear of sacrifice to meet the powerful US Air Force, while Iraq only dared to bury its own fighters in the sand -- the same failures, some of the losers were eagles, and some of the losers were just ostriches.

The nouveau riche Japan relied on its cunning and ferocity to exploit its strengths and avoid its weaknesses for more than half a century; the backward armed volunteer army relied on perseverance and bravery, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond without fear of hardships and dangers.

Of course, Wren isn't all right, as human technology develops and advances, the gap in weapons becomes more and more unbridgeable - you can fight the flawed Me-262 in a P-51 fighter, but you can't deal with an opponent of the F-15 level anyway.

"But, Wren. A person who is ruthless is not a good quality. It will make you miss out on a lot of good memories, and it will also make you lose yourself and lose the virtue of kindness. Alice continued, "I don't think it's very good. ”

"I'll admit it. Wren nodded: "But in this place, in this war environment, coldness can make you live longer, and live longer - I don't want to die, so I have to live ruthlessly." ”

"You're right. Alice nodded, and this question seemed to be more to convince herself, so she easily agreed with Wren's words: "I don't want to die, I want to live with everyone!" Bowman, Andre, damn Bruce...... And you!"

"I will take you to live!" Wren nodded firmly: "Maybe in a few days, we will enter Paris, and the war will be over." ”

"Let's take another photo at the foot of the Eiffel Tower as a souvenir!" Alice said yearningly, "I want to buy French perfume and drink red wine there!"

"That's a lot, your little salary isn't enough to buy socks. Wren scoffed. Alice was embarrassed and began to chase Wren, who climbed onto the French railway cannon in two clicks, stood on a row of scaffolding-like iron plates above the railway cannon, and laughed at Alice below.

Since the background of the era is war, then the peaceful scenery will naturally not be the main theme, just when Wren and Alice are bathed in the short peaceful sunshine, on the outer defensive positions of Dunkirk, the soldiers on both sides are trying their best to carry out the tragic battle for each other.

Frederick frowned and looked through the scissor periscope at the British positions opposite, which were being covered in heavy artillery fire. Black columns of smoke rose into the air, one after the other, and Frederick's rocket launchers weaved a dense web of fire over the heads of the Britons opposite.

This time, the British army really had no way to retreat, and finally let the German soldiers see their true tenacity. The battle had been going on for a full hour, and despite knowing the heavy losses of the British soldiers, the Germans had not received any news that the British army was preparing to surrender.

The Luftwaffe demonstrated their air supremacy, with thousands of planes bombing Dunkirk in turn every day, and the Stuka bombers coming in like locusts, then diving in turn, dropping bombs into the crowd of British and French troops.

They searched for their targets in the air - undisguised by air defense, piled up in droves on both sides of the road and on the outskirts of cities, including armament and dense barracks and field hospitals. Stuka easily identifies these high-value targets, then drops bombs to destroy them.

In the sky, the invincible German FW-190D fighters hovered like vultures under the clouds, covering Stuka to bombard the Allied overhead as if no one was there, and from time to time they dived down, firing at the ground with 30mm cannons and 13mm machine guns on the nose, knocking over a company of Allied soldiers in one fell swoop.

Everywhere there were tanks and trucks that had been hit and burned, houses were destroyed and collapsed, soldiers were lying on the side of the road from exhaustion, and everywhere they looked, there were artillery pieces abandoned because of the lack of shells, and tanks and armored vehicles left on the side of the road because of the lack of fuel.

Terrified coalition soldiers huddled together, waiting for their commanders to promise a retreat. Two days earlier they had been told that they would leave this hell on earth on board a ship in Dunkirk, but unfortunately only a small number of ships had arrived to rescue them.

"Mobilize heavy artillery, bombard B-heights, and destroy British firing points there. After that, the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment was put into attack here and controlled the commanding heights. Frederick retracted his gaze and pointed to the staff officer on the map on the side: "The British army has quite sufficient ammunition, and we must be prepared for repeated battles in this battle." ”

"Colonel, this is the list of the dead of our army in the morning, the 4 companies that went on the offensive lost 72 officers and men, a No. 3 assault gun was destroyed because it hit an anti-tank mine, and the deputy commander of the 1st battalion of the 2nd regiment was hit by a stray bullet and is still being rescued. ”

"Keep up the shelling! Send a telegram to General Manstein, saying that our army has lost a lot of money, apply for a retreat and rest, and let the 40th Division come up to fill the hole in the defensive line. Frederick began to feel sorry for his soldiers, and said: "Tell the liaison officer of the air force to fight more, and it is better to have the cover of the plane for a short attack." ”

As he spoke, another round of artillery hammer hit the British defenders' battlefield, and a dull explosion could be heard in the distance, and the earth was carried into the air by a huge and tragic explosion. The German 150 mm heavy artillery fired, and unlike the dense rocket artillery, the German artillery fired more accurately.

"Attack! begin!" ordered a German battalion commander who had received the order not far away. In the improvised trenches, one German soldier after another stood up, sorted out their ammunition, left their baggage and supplies in the trenches, and then jumped out with a command.

The G42 machine gun next to it began to roar violently, tracer bullets dragged the light and flew to the British position, the soldiers bent down and rushed to their target, and another round of German attacks began!