On October 30, 1882, a boy was born into a military family in Poznan, Prussia. His father had been promoted to lieutenant general in the old German Army. From an early age, the boy was influenced by his father's military affairs and aspired to become a great soldier.

Fast forward to 1901, and the big boy had already graduated from the military academy and became a second lieutenant artillery officer in the German Empire. With a good education and a background in a military family, the boy rose to prominence and was eventually transferred to the military academy for further study. At this time, the current head of the empire, Accardo, was still an unknown child, just beginning to learn to read. In 1912, he graduated from the Military Academy and served in the General Staff. During the First World War, the boy served as a staff officer at the division headquarters. In October 1918, he was seriously wounded in the battle of Verdun.

In 1919, after the end of the First World War, the eldest boy was recruited by the newly formed Wehrmacht and later served in the 3rd Military District. At the same time, Arcardo Rudolph, an unknown soldier, was selected by the Wehrmacht to continue to serve the Germans. In 1921 the boy was promoted to major, and in 1924 he was transferred to the Army Training Directorate of the Ministry of Defense, where he also met a younger officer, Accardo, who was already a colonel.

Since then, the boy has become close friends with Accardo Rudolph, who was still very young at the time, and has long become one of Accardo's potential forces within the military. In terms of the degree of death, it was even more than Rommel and Guderian at that time.

In 1926, he was assigned by Accardo to be the commander of the artillery regiment. In 1927, he was promoted to colonel, and in 1928, he was transferred to the chief of staff of the famous 26th Cavalry Division of the Wehrmacht at that time, and worked with the current desert fox for a short period of time.

In 1930, he was reappointed as a major general and division commander of the infantry division. In 1932, he was appointed commander of the 3rd Infantry Division. In 1933, he was promoted to lieutenant general again by Accardo, and since then he has been labeled as Accardo's confidant and has been the director of the communications corps. And the secret expansion of the army created the conditions for the continued promotion of this general, who had already risen to the top. In 1934, he began to command the infantry corps with the rank of lieutenant general, and successively served as the commander of the 6th Infantry Corps and the commander of the 16th Infantry Corps and the commander of the military district to which he was stationed. In 1936, he was promoted to artillery general, and this miraculous speed of promotion can generally prove to be the mark of the Führer's commanders, and the generals who have also risen so rapidly are all Accardo's most trusted military spokesmen.

When the time advanced to 1937, when the German army launched a military attack on Poland, the 55-year-old general was appointed by Accardo as commander-in-chief of Army Group F, and also served as commander-in-chief of the Polish garrison. This military bigwig, who can nominally control powerful generals such as Liszt Model, has been labeled as a "Führer's lackey" for 5 years.

In the army, he was despised by the powerful generals, who believed that he had achieved such a high position by slapping the Führer Accardo. Most of the generals, including Rommel and Guderian, who were also generals of the Führer's faction, did not look down on this general with a mediocre resume. Having been in charge of the Eastern Front, he did not have the opportunity to perform in the defeats of France, expeditions to North Africa, and the pacification of the Balkans, and even the Soviet Red Army opposite him called him "General of Peace".

The general who had no bright spots on his resume was the commander-in-chief of Army Group F on the Eastern Front, the Führer's spokesman who was ordered to supervise the commanders of all army groups on the Eastern Front, Gunter Hans von Kluge - a commander who was considered by his opponents and his colleagues to have little ability.

At this moment, the Führer's lackey was listening to a majestic symphony in his headquarters, and the record was accompanied by a beautifully designed 1877-style phonograph, which filled the small place with that uplifting tune. Sitting in the center of the room, General Kluger, was beating the music with his eyes closed.

"General!" Perhaps because the knock on the door could not reach the general's ears, the assistant at the door shouted directly, and waited until the music in the room stopped and the sound of Kluger ordering him to come in came out, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

"Long live the Führer!" Of all the army groups in the entire army, probably only the soldiers of Army F were asked to greet Führer Accardo when they met, which can be regarded as one of the characteristics of Klug's commanding army. The other armies laughed at this move, which made Army F a "sycophant main force". However, it seems that Kluge did not care about this, and continued to carry out the order as he pleased, and was meticulous and harsh.

General Studenter's paratroopers have arrived in Marin, and according to your orders, the 3rd Panzer Corps under Army Group and the 5th Independent SS Panzer Division have been assembled in the designated area. Deputy Lizheng reported the latest progress of the battle, and then asked, "What's next...... Shall we continue to stand still?"

Kluge smiled, seemingly happy, and also seemed to be laughing at some people and things. He walked over from the gramophone to the map, pointed to the stockpiles full of supplies, and the garrison where the troops had been gathered, and ordered his assistant: "Record my orders...... The second order was given to the commander of the 5th SS Panzer Division, to strike east along Route 44 to put pressure on the Soviet troops on the opposite side!"

"General...... Are we finally going to enter the battlefield?" asked the deputy, who looked at Klug in front of him in disbelief after hearing these orders.

Kluger glanced at his assistant, with a warm smile on his face, and spoke slowly, as if he were talking about something that had little to do with him: "Do you know what I like most about the Führer? When he was drinking with me, he said a quote from the Far East, which I found very interesting. ”

He turned, walked over to his assistant, and reached out to tap his assistant's empty chest. Unlike other armies that are good at fighting, the soldiers of those armies usually have shiny medals on their chests. Pointing at his assistant's chest, he seemed to be nostalgic for those bygone years: "The Führer said that there is a famous saying in distant China, 'A dog that bites does not bark.'" When I sat in this position, I thought of myself as a Führer's dog, a dog that could bite people! For the revival of Germany, for Germany to become the most powerful country, I would like to stand in front of Accardo, not barking, but whoever stands in the way, I will bite to death!"

As the commander of Army Group F, I didn't sit in this position by sycophancy. The Führer needed not a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, but a dog that could bite. Klug narrowed his eyes and said, "Today, we will go out and bite! Within a year at the latest, I will have your empty chests full of enviable medals!"

"General!" I don't know why, but the assistant who had worked under Klug for three years felt that something was in his throat. Several of his predecessors had taken their positions in Army Group F as a stepping stone for their ascension, and they came and went in a hurry, always with the humility of a dwarf. Army Group F as a whole was like a forgotten corner of the Third Reich Army, a government agency rather than a combat unit.

But these people have forgotten the fact that even if they have not experienced any decent battles, Kluger's training has always been well received by the other armies, and the officers and soldiers who go out of the F army are regarded as valuable talents by the other armies. And Kluge himself, who studied infantry and artillery coordination for ten years, was a rare master of infantry offensive tactics in the German army.

It's just that in the time when the German armored forces were shining, the German infantry only played the role of a supporter. Even elite grenadiers are only a supporting role for tanks, let alone units with little characteristics such as traditional infantry. Kluger's most adept infantry attack was dispensable in the face of armored assaults, and his reputation was overshadowed by a large group of accomplished armored commanders.

"In the army, I am called the Führer, and I admit that I was promoted all the way to my current position by the Führer. As he spoke, Klug put on his coat and leather gloves, then walked to the doorway, stopped, looked back at his assistant, who was still stunned, and finally said: "However, there are many Führers in the army, Rommel, Guderian, Raeder, Catherine, Dick, Dönitz...... Even Lütjans can be counted as half. But have you ever thought about it, so many people are so powerful, why is there an extra Klug who is nothing?"

After saying that, he took his guards to the armored command car that was already waiting at the door, and at the same moment, in the middle of the German front, Army F, which had been standing still, began to move.

Far away in the wolf's den, Accardo was smiling at a group of traditional army generals, shaking a goblet full of red wine in his hand, he squinted at a group of red-faced generals, and finally said: "Envy of the Führer? Now I know that which of the people I, Accardo Rudolph, is not the one who is in charge?"

On January 10, 1939, Klug's F Army unexpectedly exhausted its elite and fought a fierce battle with the 1st Guards Front under the command of the famous Soviet general Konev for 14 hours, winning the battle and advancing 20 kilometers.