On July 22, 1940, the Battle of Twilight was fully launched, and Germany finally made up the last shot on the already broken body of the Third Republic of France.

Even the slowest person can see at this time that this country, the most powerful country on the European continent, has borne countless great soldiers and politicians, poets and writers, masters of painting and sculpture masters, and the country that once created countless amazing technological achievements and brilliant miracles, no chance of turning defeat into victory.

This ancient empire, which once stood on the top of the world and led the process of civilization in Europe for hundreds of years, has never been conquered by any country or nation since its establishment as a unified country.

Over the past hundreds of years, she has knocked foreign invaders down countless times into the filthy mud. She was once so powerful that people cannot believe that one day she would fall into the mud.

Now, this giant, who had never been truly conquered, has finally slowly arrived. The great nation that lived on this land for generations once again lowered their noble heads in front of another foreign nation centuries after the demise of the Roman Empire.

Many people think that her failure was because the enemy was stronger, fierce and more cunning than ever before, but no one saw that before the fierce northern wolf showed her sharp fangs, she had already only had a gorgeous shell with a vague appearance. The so-called powerful force was just a false appearance to comfort herself.

France proved the fact with her miserable failure that the powerful force of vain can not play any role in the face of truly powerful power, so she had to drink the glass of bitter wine she had made herself.

"Look at these people, these soldiers. If I hadn't participated in this battle myself, I wouldn't have believed that anyone would have said that they had almost defeated the best German legion. Look at their appearance, it was so decadent. It really made people unable to connect them with the army that fought with us the day before yesterday."

Von Chatrimans sighed while shook his head.

"That's because of their failure. What can a completely failed army look like? Do you think they should be happy? My Lieutenant Colonel?"

The young major of the Litt family has never given up any chance to argue with that Army Lieutenant Colonel since he was scolded by Chatterymans last time.

"Col. Daogen told me that in the battle the day before yesterday these soldiers proved their bravery and tenacity in front of all those who participated in that battle. The Colonel felt that they might be the only warriors worthy of our respect in this war. But according to the current situation, I think the Colonel may have overestimated them."

The young head of state life adjutant Feng Diesenhaufen said with a wry smile.

The three officers stood on the dirt slope next to the highway and commented on the vast French prisoners of war on the road.

French prisoners of war lined up in four columns and slowly advanced towards the rear on the road.

The current image of these French soldiers is really unsatisfactory. It is not so much a soldier as a group of beggars in military uniforms.

The German team did a thorough job of disarming the prisoners of war, and even the armed belt was not left behind.

Now these prisoners of war only carry marching backpacks with their personal luggage and their own kettle lunch boxes. The officers had one more cross-body military backpack than the soldiers, which was bulging and filled with canned German food and various field foods. This was a special ration given by the German team according to the ranks of these law officials.

The French prisoners were wearing yellow-brown military uniforms covered with dirt and dust, and their feet were covered with dirty high-tube military boots with no color, hanging down in a neat formation under the scorching sun.

Due to the tolerance of the Head of State, all French officers and soldiers were allowed to continue wearing their rank signs.

The officers carried their traditional cylindrical caps, while the soldiers wore the painted Alderian helmets, but most of them were used to hanging the heavy helmets on their backpacks with lightweight hats on their heads. Some simply rushed to the road with bare heads, allowing the dust on the road to dye their hair yellow-gray.

This messy dress made the originally orderly team look a bit messy.

However, the German soldiers responsible for escorting them had no interest in the neatness of the military appearance of these prisoners of war. Their mission was to safely escort these prisoners of war to the prisoner of war camp. As long as the prisoners of war stayed in the team honestly, even if any guy ran away naked, it had nothing to do with them.

As French prisoners of war walked past the hillside, almost no one expressed any curiosity about the three German officials who were pointing fingers on the hillside. Occasionally, a few soldiers would look up at the dirt slope without any energy, and then they would languidly withdraw their gaze and continue to lower their heads and rush to the road with dejectedness.

The entire prisoner-of-war team was moving on the road in silence. Looking at the soldiers' backs away, the officers couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling from the bottom of their hearts. In those heavy steps, they saw the desolation and helplessness in the hearts of the failed soldiers, and perhaps a little sourness, and endless sorrow.

"What are you all talking about?"

A voice rang behind the officers. The frightened officers quickly looked back and the chief of staff of the Legion was walking towards the hillside in full spirit.

"His Excellency Chief of Staff."

The officers quickly stood attentively, and the chief of staff had won sincere respect and love in the hearts of these officers with his wisdom and character.

"Haha, I wonder why I can't find you? It turns out that I'm coming to see the French prisoners of war."

Viller smiled and saluted the officers.

"Your Excellency, we are discussing the issue of these French prisoners of war. I don't think they almost defeated our army. As soldiers, even if they fail and are captured, they must retain the pride of a soldier, but now they..."

After the officers gave the Chief of Staff, Dieshenhoven pointed to the French prisoners of war who were still passing by.

"Um."

Verle stood on the slope and looked at the prisoners of war, then sighed softly.

"This army has long been dead."

Viller said expressionlessly.

"I don't understand what you mean, Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

Von Liszt asked in confusion, and after hearing Weiller's words, Lieutenant Colonel Charlemandes showed a thoughtful look on his face.

“What I mean by death is spiritual, not that they are really dead, but that these soldiers and officers have lost the soul of a warrior.

When these soldiers knew they had been abandoned by their command, they also had a premonition of the defeat of the battle.

But before that they had abandoned their belief in fighting to the end for their republic. Because they knew that France would be destined to be conquered by us.

According to the interrogation report submitted, most of these French people did not even realize the defenders of a country. They did not want to fight at all. To be precise, they did not want to lose their lives for a war that was doomed to fail.

From this point of view, the French team has begun to slowly lose their fighting will. There is no difference between an army without combat belief and a determined army and a dead army. How could France never end with guarding these armies?

What's more, most of the French soldiers in front of you were forced to wear this military uniform. Before that, they were just farmers or small merchants, and few people even touched the rifle. It was already difficult to make them look like a soldier from the outside. How could they still expect them to have the qualities and determination of a real warrior?"

"I seem to understand a little, you mean, we have crushed their will to fight. But I still feel strange, if it were what you said, how could these soldiers have suffered such a heavy loss?"

The young adjutant asked in confusion.

"Because these French teams are not the troops that fought with us the day before yesterday. Dear Eric."

Weirle replied with a smile.

"What made our troops suffer were the French colonial forces and foreign legions, and none of them were native French people.

And the prisoners in front of us are the real French regular army, and they are the reserve force of the French Army.

It’s just that none of these native Frenchmen and these glorious regular French troops participated in the attack the day before yesterday, otherwise we would never have suffered such losses.

It would be useless for troops like this to invest in that kind of battle, they would definitely run away in battle, and the other party's commander was also very clear about this.

These troops were captured by General Guderian when he launched the double-team of the two wings.

General Guderian's tanks did not face any organized resistance, and some of the troops in front of us surrendered without firing a single shot.

This is also one of the main reasons why we can destroy the enemy's command so quickly to win this battle."

"It's so sad that an army that has lost its purpose of survival. At least we still have careers that need to be completed and things that must be protected. And for them everything ends with the moment of defeat. There is no career that needs them to complete, and nothing needs them to protect."

At this time, the Lieutenant Colonel's Commander once again sighed.

"But one thing is quite enviable."

Weirle blinked at Chatrimance and then smiled and said, "At least for them, the war is over."

"Haha, that's it, Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

"His Excellency, these documents have been sorted out."

Daogen put a thick stack of documents in front of Xu Jun.

"Also, the documents sent by the Command Department in the morning are waiting for you to sign, mainly because of some logistical supply issues."

"Where did Chief of Staff Weirle go? I haven't seen him since the morning."

Xu Jun picked up a document on the table and asked while looking carefully.

"He went to check the preparations before the troops set off."

"Oh, how is the troops now?"

After reading the document, Xu Jun then signed his name on it.

"The situation is good. After two days of renovation, the troops have now recovered. The morale is unimaginable. After all, we have won another huge victory."

Daogen answered.

"A huge victory... is also a miserable victory. The two battalions were completely crippled, and two companies of your armed SS were wiped out, and the injured accounted for 30% of the participating troops. You should know that this is the case, I would rather not have such a "huge victory".

Daogen, you must know that those troops are among the elite, and it is very sad for me to suffer such serious losses."

"My head, your soldiers don't think so, they feel that they exist to participate in such a battle.

Although it is a pity to lose those troops, it has allowed the surviving soldiers to accumulate combat experience and also allowed us commanders to gain valuable experience and lessons."

Daogen answered seriously.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. It's a good thing for the troops to be high, but we're going to Paris now. They may not have the chance to join the battle again. I hope these young men with high morale will not be disappointed by this."

"No, my head of state. Their duty is to protect your safety. It is unquestionable that this army will go wherever you go. If anyone among them has any objection to your decision, I will throw him to the military court in person."

"Haha, Daogen. Relax, I believe you will do this."

Xu Jun raised his head and smiled and said to the serious SS captain.

"By the way, how is the situation on Randolph? I haven't received his report yet."

While speaking, Xu Jun signed another document and then pressed the bell on the table. The staff officer on duty ran in immediately.

"Send this out immediately."

"Yes, Master."

The staff officer took the document and nodded respectfully before turning around and walking out of the compartment.

"I don't know much about this, the Head of State. Judging from the time, he should have started working, but... I really don't know the specific situation.

To be honest, my head of state, I am still worried about you giving him such important work to him.

It’s not that your decision is wrong, I don’t have any doubts about your opinion. Randolph is indeed a capable officer.
To be continued...