"Hank, hand me the wrench, that number five... No, it's not this one, the one on the left, OK, thank you." Rudolph took the tool handed over by his companion and drilled into the hood of his 251 half-track armored command vehicle.

"Try again, slowly..." Rudolph poked his head out and shouted at his companion in the driver's seat.

"Gagaha...boom..." With a sharp friction sound from the starter motor, the engine of the armored vehicle began to roar, the cylinders trembled rhythmically, and a choking blue smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe.

"You try to step on the accelerator a few times." Rudolph shouted to his companion.

"It's normal, no problem."

In Rudolph's ears, the roar of the engine was as moving as an angel's hymn.

"You guys have fixed it and done a good job, Rudolph."

Lieutenant Hermann, who had been waiting aside, shouted loudly that as General Guderian's adjutant, he had been supervising the maintenance of the armored command vehicle.

"Thank you, sir." Rudolph closed the hood of the armored vehicle vigorously, and then jumped off the long front of the 251.

"Switch it off and don't waste gas." Rudolph shouted loudly while making gestures to his companion in the cab. The engine gasped for a few times before stopping.

"It's so exciting." Rudolph patted the solid front armor of the armored vehicle with satisfaction, and then he walked towards Lieutenant Hermann while using his fingers to draw the ear holes that were itchy with the roar of the engine.

"Has it really been repaired? Sergeant Rudolph, she won't go wrong again, right?" Herman took off his military cap and looked at the huge armored vehicle and scratched his head.

"You have to know that the situation in the previous battle is not ideal. The general's mood these two days... You understand what I mean. If this car is in the same situation as last night, you can do it yourself."

"No problem, sir, I just replaced her with a new carburetor, and I have carefully checked the other parts. She is now as intact as she just left the factory. Don't worry, sir, you won't have any more problems. Believe me, I will use my medal to guarantee it," Rudolph hurriedly answered.

"Save your medal. If something goes wrong, we will all be in trouble. You should check it carefully." Hermann ordered seriously: "Remember to fill up the car and be ready to set off at any time."

"As for orders, sir."

Herman nodded seriously and told Rudolph again with his eyes. Then he took his military cap and turned toward a large military tent nearby. He hesitated for a moment in front of the tent, and he took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Report!" Hermann called out loudly into the tent.

"Come in." After obtaining permission, Herman lifted the thick curtain and walked into the tent.

"Oh, it's Hermann, is there any new information, Lieutenant."

The German Armored Soldier Director and Lieutenant General Guderian was lying on the huge map table placed in the middle of the tent, holding a red pencil and drawing something. He just looked up and glanced at his young adjutant, and then buried his head on the map.

"His Excellency General, there is no latest information yet. I am here to report to you that your command car has been repaired and you can set off at any time." Hermann reported loudly with his chest standing attentively.

"Oh... Very good, let them prepare for the start first. I will stay here for a while. I am waiting for the battle report of the Third Armored Regiment last night."

Guderian drew the last line on the map, threw the pencil on the table, then stood up and smiled and said to his adjutant.

"I understand, sir. Do you want something to eat now? I have asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you." Hermann asked respectfully.

"Okay, I'm a little hungry." The armored lieutenant general replied while stretching his sore spine.

Guderian had been working all night. Although this was nothing to him who was famous for his excessive energy among the German generals, his current image was really impossible to match his noble identity. He did not wear a belt, his military uniform was open, revealing the wrinkled military shirt inside. The first-class iron cross was hung crooked on the collar of the unbuttoned shirt, and his sparse hair was scattered on his forehead. If it weren't for the deep blue eyes that still exuded a full sense of strength and confidence, the word decadent could have been used to describe his current image. Fortunately, the rigorous Daogen and Feng, Blaushich were not present, otherwise the armored lieutenant general would have been covered by the terrifying artillery fire of the two military experts.

"General, did you not have a rest last night? Do you want to give you a cup of coffee?" Herman asked.

"I slept in front of me for a while and I am in good spirits now. If there is anything hot, please give me a cup." Goodrian picked up his water cup, poured out the cold coffee inside, and then handed the cup to the adjutant.

"General, you have to pay attention to your health. If you have time, I hope you can have a real rest. If you exhaust yourself like this, it will be difficult for me to explain to the head of state." Hermann picked up the coffee pot sent by the orderly officer and poured a steaming cup of coffee for Goodrian. He said while handing the cup to the general.

"Thank you." Guderian took the cup and replied with a wry smile: "I know I need a rest, but the current situation makes me really unable to fall asleep with peace of mind."

He took a sip of coffee and let out a long breath.

"You wait a moment to issue these orders, and let the Third Armored Regiment report on their battle last night as soon as possible, and tell them that I was waiting for their news. Oh, after I finish breakfast, call Chief of Staff Sorendock to come to me and I have something to discuss with him." Goodrian picked up a dozen order documents on the table and handed them over to Hermann.

"As for orders, general." Herman took the documents and put them in his folder.

"Your Excellency General, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Then you read it wrong. I haven't felt better since the day we started the attack."

Guderian frowned and took a sip of coffee, and then continued: "No one expected that the French would be so tenacious in our frontal resistance. They were still guarding every fortress and village in the face of such powerful firepower. Every time the battle ended, I was left with ruins and corpses everywhere. Sometimes I really couldn't bear to fire at them. Their tenacious spirit was really admirable. But their tactics were no different from suicide. The French soldiers had proved to me with their performance over the past few days that they were also brave soldiers, and they could indeed be proud of their military flags.

But it's really enough. I'm tired of the French's unnecessary sacrifice. Other legions are lying on the vast land of France, and I, and I am trapped here, carrying out this damn stupid massacre every day, without any tactics or strategies, just attack and attack. The French seem to be determined to shed their last drop of blood in my hands. If anyone now tells me that the French are cowards who will flee as soon as they see our tank, I will tie him to the front armor of the No. 4 tank and let him experience the power of those "cowards" in person."

Goodrian blew the hot coffee gently, then took a small sip.

"Hell, it seems that only I have such a tough defense. Of course, the Ceprus on our flanks was similar to ours. However, the troops in several other directions encountered no trouble, no trouble! Their progress was amazingly high." Guderian began to get excited when he said this. He stood up and put the coffee aside, then gestured on the map on the table with the red pencil.

"Look at Reinhardt and Holt, their armored army encountered a line of defense composed of cowards. In two days, they actually made them advance 140 kilometers. They had already thrown Paris behind them from afar. I know that they will definitely make a large-scale detour next. The two tank groups took the infantry divisions to wrap all the French Eastern Front troops in. This would be a brilliant victory, and this victory was what I dreamed of."

Goodrian held the pencil hard on the pitiful map.

"Look at it again, the 28th Infantry Army, the Second Corps. The guy Model. The head of state is indeed very good at choosing a commander. It is right to throw Model away from the position of Chief of Staff of the Army Group. No one can seize the opportunity better than him. He always likes to drill for loopholes in the opponent's defense line. See where he has rushed to. I really doubt whether there are French people in front of him. At his current speed, give him a month, and he can lead his legion through Italy and rush into the Mediterranean." Guderian fell on his chair in frustration.

"And we, what kind of enemies are we encounter here? I really don't know what the French are thinking about. Maybe they know that I am commanding the attack in this direction, so they put all their elites on my front line. Look, the French Seventh Army and the Sixth Army, there are two first-level army units on the front. Wei Gang must hate me very much, it must be like this, he hates me." Guderian said depressedly.

"General, don't worry about anything. Haven't we broken through their defense line? It's just that the progress is a little slower. As long as we complete the task he assigned to you within the time specified by the Head of State, no one can blame you. Now the Head of State must have known the situation here, and he will definitely understand the difficulties you have encountered." Hermann carefully comforted his commander.

"Worry, I'm not worried about anything. I'm just disappointed with our current attack speed. At the beginning of the war, our attack was so powerful and fast. Now... Look, we only advanced fifty kilometers in two days, not only far behind other troops, but also suffered greater losses than all troops. I have lost thirty tanks and fifty armored vehicles. If this continues, I doubt whether we can maintain our current attack strength. We must now break through the line of defense ahead and ensure that the next head of state can proceed smoothly, otherwise he will really send me to Norway to defend the bunker. Even if the head of state can understand our current situation, if we are blocked like a fool, we will definitely be laughed at by my bad-hearted colleagues." Guderian shook his head and sighed.

"The Flank Ceprus is much easier than us. They are already thirty kilometers above us. They are not worried that their flank will be attacked by the French because I am dragging the French here. However, the Hell Three-Headed Dog is really well-deserved. Only they can do that kind of attack like a tsunami. I only have to watch that kind of attack once, and my heart will not be able to bear it if I see too much. That gorgeous attack method can only be suitable for the powerful legion of the head of state, not to mention that they have a smart chief of staff."

"His Excellency Manstein is indeed an unparalleled military genius. Under his leadership, Ceprus may be the most powerful legion in the world."

At this time, the orderly officer walked into the tent with breakfast. Hermann took the tray with breakfast from the orderly officer. He took the orderly officer back and placed the tray respectfully in front of Guderian.

"Please have breakfast first. I think after this difficult period, the battles that we will surely be smooth. You must know that our Goodrian Legion is not something that the French can stop."

"I hope so, General Manstein is a smart commander, hoping that he can lead Ceprus to destroy the French logistics supply base as soon as possible, so that my positive pressure can be relieved a little. Then we can see if the chief of staff's plan is as useful as he said." Guderian picked up the knife and began to cut his breakfast.

"General, please use it slowly. I'll check if the report from the Third Armored Regiment has been sent." Hermann asked respectfully.

"Okay, remember to ask His Chief of Staff to come over."

"I understand, sir." The adjutant nodded and greeted him and walked out of the tent.

"I hope the Third Armored Regiment won't disappoint me." Goodrian muttered in a low voice, then forked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

Guderian is now probably the most depressing commander on the battlefield on the Western Front of Germany. The armored forces he led hit the most tough defense area of ​​the French Army. In the whole two days, the 19th Panzer Army only advanced a pitiful fifty kilometers, while his colleagues on the left had already broken through the French defense line and began to advance into the depths of France.

Longdestedt restored his command over the A-Group Group. Paris was surrounded by his army. Now the army general, who had just been out of the cage for three days, was proudly leading the three legions and the army group commanded by him slowly climbing towards the French capital at a pure outing speed. His two armored clusters and twenty infantry divisions were frantically entering the depth of the French Eastern Front. They not only cut off the passage of the ten French divisions on the Maginot Line to withdraw from the French inland and the two French armies on the Eastern Front to retreat to the southern part of France, but also created a siege against the two armies. These French troops would never escape the warm south.

Three elite infantry divisions were cooperating with the troops of the C Group Army Group to starve the ten French divisions to death in the strong armored fortresses of the Maginot Line. According to Xu Jun's plan, there was no need to waste the precious lives of German soldiers and German resources for these ten divisions. As long as they were temporarily besieged, when the French government surrendered, these troops would hand over the solid defense line to their own hands.

The B Army Group on the middle line was assaulting towards the central part of France in a chaotic posture. Not only did the attack speed be fast, but they also had no formation at all. Now the infantry units of the B Army Group were fighting on the map, and each branch was walking the route set by the General Staff before the war started. They could lure any targets that appeared on their offensive route.

The task of this group of infantry divisions of the B Group Army Group is to create chaos. From the map, their attack routes are simply weird. It is not so much an attack route as a mess. However, in fact, these seemingly chaotic routes were all obtained after the strict planning of the staff members of the combat situation. Each division is very clear about their mission and they operate strictly according to the overall schedule. If the offense goes smoothly, then this schedule will be accelerated, and vice versa. No unit can speed up or slow down the attack speed at will.

This seemingly irregular and logical offensive line completely confused the French defensive forces. For example, when the German Army's 37th Infantry Division first started the attack, he was on the left wing of the entire army group. Two days later, the French actually saw him in the attack sequence of the right wing. The German troops penetrated into the entire defense line like mercury, and they passed through the gaps that the French did not pay attention to and detour behind the garrison troops, and then launched an attack from directions that the troops could not imagine.

In the eyes of those French commanders, German teams appeared everywhere around them, and they were attacked by German teams from all directions. The French commanders had to constantly mobilize their reserves, and they kept mobilizing those troops to the key positions they believed. As a result, these precious troops had to run over the empty fields of France against German bombers. The damage they caused in the march was more than the loss in the battle. The defense line built by three reserved second-rate armies on the French central line was cut into pieces by the first-class headless flies, and then eaten by them in small mouthfuls. The logistics system of the French army on the mid-line had been torn to pieces by the German teams that were constantly interspersed, and the French teams that were forced to surrender due to ammunition and food exhaustion.

The German infantry had brilliant results, and they finally made the armored troops dare not underestimate them anymore. The most incredible thing is that in this kind of offensive that it was a mess no matter how you look at it, the logistics work of the B Group Army Group could be continued in a steady and continuous manner. Because those troops were all infantry divisions, there would be no unsupply situation. The logistics forces of the B Group Army Group advanced along the French railway line. They evenly spread the supply bases throughout the entire front, and the logistics troops of each division could seek supplies from the nearby supply bases. The early road congestion situation has ended, and the excellent transportation facilities in France have indeed saved the German Logistics Department a lot of efforts. Now they can deliver the supplies urgently needed by the front troops to any corner of the front line in time.

The Luftwaffe's performance was also very good. The second and third air force had completely controlled the air supremacy on all battlefields. At the beginning, there were some French fighter jets bravely took off and resisted. Their bravery caused some trouble to the Luftwaffe. But this problem was solved immediately. French aircraft were often blown into a pile of scrap iron by the German bombers that followed. For a time, this expensive bonfire was ignited at every airport of the French Air Force. The Luftwaffe completely occupied the French sky, and they could attack any seemingly valuable military target without any disturbance.

With the continuous advancement of field airports, the German Angels of Death can now unscrupulously spread fear and death toward the French team on the ground. The sharp whistle and Heinker's thunder-like roar echoed over the entire battlefield. French soldiers were weak and powerless in counterattacks of the Luftwaffe. The number of German planes shot down by ground troops was less than that of the planes lost due to failure or erroneous mistakes. Whether it was bombers or fighters, German pilots hovered happily over the French positions, and the losses of the French team added their respective medals.

Guderian was arranged on the western front of the entire battlefield, and the troops attacked from here were elites of the German army. Their mission was very critical. They wanted to break through the French defense line and capture important ports along the coastline. If they occupied those ports and transportation hubs, it would be the most deadly blow to France. France would not be able to obtain reinforcements from his overseas colonies and the British government. Judging from the current situation, relying on the strength they have accumulated now, it would be absolutely impossible to withstand the attacks of the powerful German team.

The French also understood this deeply. They placed the strongest and most elite forces on the Western Front Defense Line. The French were determined to protect coastal cities and southwestern provinces at all costs. The richest cities in France were also gathered in that area. As long as those areas were still in the hands of France, they would have a chance to counterattack.

The French resolutely gave up their capital that was easy to attack and difficult to defend. They even gave up the Eastern Front battlefield that they would definitely be occupied in their eyes. They retreated the French government cabinet and financial, cultural and industrial institutions to the coastal cities in the southwest, and the eastern and southern regions of France were also busy retreating those important institutions to the seaside.

As a result, Guderian was unprepared to hit the most solid line of defense that the French were determined to defend to the death. If the Luftwaffe had not mastered the air supremacy over the air and could give him uninterrupted air support, his losses would have been more than that. The French soldiers in front of him knew that they were the last line of defense and were willing to use their lives to defend the Third French Republic.

In the face of soldiers with such firm will and the last batch of elite French weapons, such species like Guderian, who can hold on to maintain the attack speed and break through France's third-level defense by relying on swaying and fighting can be completely included in the strong and fierce genius. If it were Kruger, the one who launched the attack might have been shouted to the commander for reinforcements.

In fact, Guderian has not yet encountered the strongest resistance of the French, because another beast has attracted most of the attention of the Frenchman opposite him. The Ceprus Legion relied on his strong attack power and exquisite tactics to advance towards the depth of the French defense circle. The powerful combat power comes from the fanatical worship of the direct commander and the excessive firepower he has, while the exquisite tactics comes from his new commander. Manstein was appointed as the new chief of staff of the legion on the day he met with Xu Jun. According to Xu Jun's secret order, Muller must completely obey the command of the chief of staff in the battle. Manstein became the person who really grabbed the belt on the collar of Ceprus.

The new head of state not only rescued him from a terrifying place like the Berlin Military Prison, but also gave him such a respect. Manstein could not express his gratitude. In order to repay him, he made up his mind to fight this battle even if he did all his strength and wisdom.

As a result, when the military genius exerted his strength, Ceprus' attack method changed. The original completely mad dog-style attack was strictly prohibited. Ceprus changed his previous rampage style and began to make a variety of tricks. Strictly speaking, he was launching attacks according to the textbook catalog of the German Army's tactics department. Every formal or informal tactic was taken out. The commanders of the legion launched attacks again and again on the French positions in a variety of ways. The three divisions were like a huge millstone in turn, crushing the enemy on the opposite side. Ceprus relied on the tactics that made the opponent unable to defend and the powerful double firepower of the ground and air, and was rushing towards the fifth line of defense in depth in France at a stable speed.

But the Guderian Legion, which was relatively weaker than him, could only be left behind. As a result, Guderian became the slowest advance among the German troops on the line. No wonder this armored soldier director was depressed until now.

"General, the report from the Third Armored Regiment has been sent." Herman lifted the curtain and hurried into the tent, holding a telegram in his hand.

Guderian raised his head, and when he saw the unnatural expression on his adjutant's face, his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he was going to review another list of dead.

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