When Rommel came over to report that his armored forces' tentative attack in the morning had been repulsed by the defenders, Accardo's interest was apparently good. He chatted with his confidant about the weather, and asked kindly, "How was the canned food last night?"

"My Führer. I slept well last night and I haven't been able to sleep that long in the last few days. Rommel replied proudly: "I had to keep chasing my troops the other day, they are my best men." ”

"All the soldiers who dare to go to the battlefield and shed their blood for the motherland are the sons of the German people! General Rommel. "You are also very brave, Fanny often mentioned you to me, and she said that the pictures you sent them were very good, and she used to say that my chief photographer, Mr. Hugo, was going to invite you to the best restaurant in Berlin for steak." ”

Photographer Hugo took a picture at an angle with his camera on the side, and then quickly put down the camera and waved his hand: "I said that I would invite General Rommel to dinner! I didn't say that I would eat at the best restaurant! I can't afford my salary!"

"Hahahaha. I'm a big fan of photography, and if Mr. Hugo doesn't mind, I can ask you to discuss photography. I'm in for a treat, the best hotel. Rommel laughed.

"Don't let the armored forces attack anymore, the way of fighting in the city is not suitable for them, let them back and give up the offensive positions. Accardo said to Rommel: "Give your men a few days off, and then tell them that as the Führer of Germany, I am very grateful for their valiant fighting, and this is the honor they deserve." ”

"They will be very happy to hear the Führer's praise. Rommel replied.

Accardo thought for a moment and said, "Don't organize any more large-scale attacks, I don't want to trade the lives of soldiers for those honors. Cut off a Qiē energy supply from Warsaw and wait for them to surrender and come out on their own. ”

Liszt immediately nodded in agreement with Accardo's proposal: "The Führer cherishes the lives of front-line soldiers, and it is definitely an encouraging good news for grassroots officers and soldiers. ”

"General Liszt, don't worry. Fanny said with a smile: "We will definitely report this news truthfully, so that the German people can understand the Führer's painstaking feelings." ”

When the Führer and his generals were talking and laughing in front of the position, when the photos of the Führer standing next to the plane were plastered all over the streets, more people were never noticed by history, they were like passers-by in TV dramas, and they would not even leave a name.

In fact, there are people who do superficial jobs and can gather around a campfire for dinner in the company of a group of guards and politicians. This kind of person casually pats a soldier on the shoulder to encourage him to continue fighting, and the soldier who is patted on the shoulder can be moved to tears. Despite the phrase: "You're doing well, keep up the good work." The translation is almost as follows: "Come on! Go to the front line and die!"

Obviously, Accardo is such a person. However, this kind of person is only a minority after all, and more people do not have this kind of protagonist aura, or the domineering spirit of the superior. They go to work, get off work, go to war, and return every day...... It's just to get a salary or be able to live well.

Isn't it very envious of those air force pilots who soar in the blue sky? Isn't it refreshing to feel like you are shuttling through the clouds with the roar of your engines, beating your opponent's planes into a sieve, and then passing by the burning enemy planes like a meteor?

Isn't it enjoyable to be a tank soldier who slid sweat down his cheeks because of the heat, beat his opponent into a pile of wreckage with the loud noise of tank guns, and enjoyed the baptism of war while humming a song in the rain of bullets?

Don't envy careers that look imposing, because often those professions also represent high risk. Especially during the war years, the more you become the envy of people, the easier it is to become the next fool to die in battle.

And what makes these star branches shine is actually the obscure ordinary soldiers behind them, many soldiers do not have the opportunity to see the appearance of the enemy with their own eyes, and do not have the pleasure of picking up weapons and pouring ammunition at the target, but without them, the sophisticated war machine will never work.

Even though it was the end of September, the weather in Poland was still very hot. Especially when doing some heavy labor, it makes people feel even more unbearable. Two ground crews from a bomber squadron were carefully examining the aerial bombs stacked on the side of the runway with their notebooks.

These ground crews are the kind of military that is not very popular with young people, and in terms of the nature of their work, they are the so-called porters and statisticians. However, without these ground personnel, those advanced fighters would become a pile of scrap metal, so although they have not been favored, the training and replenishment of the ground crew of the Air Force has always been personally supervised by General Catherine.

Not far away, three shirtless ground crews were using tools to hang bombs on the wings of the soon-to-be-attacked Do-217 bomber, the only medium bomber Germany was now equipped with. Although it is strictly required to wear protective clothing and pay attention to the appearance of the army, because of the hot weather and tedious work, most ground staff still choose to take off their clothes to work.

The DO-217 bomber improved its own protection system and was equipped with three powerful 13 mm caliber machine guns, which made the DO-217 bomber more comfortable in the face of Polish aircraft, and even the Luftwaffe once canceled the escort mission of the FW-190D fighter accompanying the bomber in order to save fuel.

The Luftwaffe's superiority can be seen from their achievements: the DO-217 bombers shot down 29 Polish Air Force fighters in the Battle of Poland, losing only 17 of them themselves. Of this loss, only 6 were shot down by Polish Air Force fighters.

An FW-190D fighter with Mickey Mouse painted on the nose taxied down the runway for a while, eventually stopping at the end. The pilot got out of the cockpit of the plane, and several ground crew members rushed forward to help. The pilot took off his hat with goggles and threw it to a ground officer, smirking evilly: "The horizontal rudder you adjusted for me is fantastic! In a moment my wingman will be back, and we will both invite you to drink champagne." ”

"Garland! How many more fights have you done today?" the ground officer grabbed Garland's hat with his hand and laughed, "You want to send me away with a drink? At least you have to give me two packs of cigarettes." ”

Garland took off his parachute bag to a ground crew member next to him and complained loudly: "Hey, don't mention it! Those Polish air forces were like bulls eating marijuana the other day." On the 17th and 18th, when did I not have a record of 10 planes? Today is good, I went up to the sky for an hour before I saw two ......."

"Be content, the two fighters that took off an hour before you and the Polish plane didn't see them. The ground officer laughed and said, "Why didn't you go to escort the Führer back to Berlin on his plane yesterday morning?"

"There are no Polish planes on the Eastern Front that can catch up with the Führer's Dornier. Garland said as he walked back, "I can't do those flattering things, it's more in my style to break my opponent's plane into parts in the sky." ”

"I heard that the DO-217 squadron over there gave the Führer a gift, and the Führer likes it very much?" handed the ground officer next to him a cigarette, and Garland himself held one: "Can you find a way to put a camera on my plane?"

"What's the matter? You changed careers, and you want to go to the reconnaissance unit?" the ground officer smiled evilly.

"Alas...... I don't think I'm the kind of person who can please my boss. Garland sighed, then laughed and said, "Let's go, drink, I'm on patrol tomorrow afternoon." ”

The Do-217 bomber and Stuka became the most popular aircraft of the German army, paralyzing the army at the revetment and wiping out reinforcements and supplies before they could reach the front line. In honor of Field Marshal Hindenburg, a veteran of World War I for the former German president, this squadron of DO-217 bombers was named the Hindenburg Squadron.

The insignia of this unit is an eagle that drops bombs on the railroad and is tasked with attacking the enemy's railroad lines. But now they have all of Poland as a target, so they are brutally bombing everywhere - even the downtown area of Warsaw. The night before Accardo returned to Berlin, the squadron leader made an album of photographs taken by the bomber pilots and presented them to the great German Führer.

The next day, they frantically bombed the encircled Polish Pomeranian Regiment north of Warsaw, dropping 20 tons of ammunition in one go. Eventually, the Pomeranian Corps laid down its arms and surrendered, and the commander of this corps, Portnowski, surrendered to the German panzers in front of him, and then waited for Rommel to arrive before surrendering his sword, and on 27 September, the Pomeranian Corps, the last formed field corps in Poland, was wiped out.

Now in Poland, the air force can no longer take off to meet the Luftwaffe in formation, and the army has become a turtle in an urn, except for hundreds of thousands of troops in the direction of the Soviet border, the troops in the other directions have been wiped out - not because they do not want to return to the war, but because on the one hand they are afraid that the Soviets will pursue, and on the other hand, the German army is advancing too fast for them to react. Before they could make a judgment, Warsaw was already surrounded, communications were cut off, and victory was already entirely on the part of the Germans.

Accardo made a high-profile inspection of his efficient and powerful army in Poland, and then secretly returned to Berlin by plane, and when the Führer's plane landed in Berlin, Kluger, who had been working in the Berlin General Headquarters, realized that he had been promoted because of Accardo's thoughts, and he was now the commander-in-chief of the newly formed Army Group F stationed in Poland.