"This is probably a misunderstanding. Sir, you must have made me and the others wrong. My name is." Kuhnberg raised his hands to show that he was harmless.

"Marvin Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, stop quibbling, this is not something that a person like you should do." Daogen raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to put down his weapons, then strode to the count.

"Long time no see, Mr. Major, I really didn't expect to meet you again in this way." Daogen said with emotion.

"Have we met before? Sorry, I can't remember it." Kuhnberg gave up and continued to resist, he asked with a wry smile.

"After twenty-two years, I can understand, maybe this can help you recall something." Daogen took out a Bavarian Crown Cross (Marx and Joseph Military Medal) from his uniform's pocket.

"You should remember this medal, because it was originally yours." Daogen handed the beautiful white enamel cross to Kuhnborg.

Kuhnberg's face showed a look of surprise for the first time. He took the medal and rubbed it in his palm, feeling the warmth of his fingertips sliding across the enamel glaze, just as he often did more than 20 years ago.

"Where did you get this?" Kuhnberg looked up at Daogen.

"You handed it to me with your own hands, Major." Daogen's eyes were filled with nostalgia for the past.

"Are you that sergeant? To be honest, you have changed a lot. It seems that you have been doing well over the years. Colonel SS, I can't recognize you at all." Kuhnberg awakened the memories of that year. He looked at Daogen up and down, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I remember your name is Jack Fried Daogen."

"I'm glad you still remember what happened back then, Major." Daogen ignored the other party's rudeness.

"How could I forget that kind of thing." Kuhnberg looked down at the medal in his palm, falling into memories of the past.

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"You are leading everyone to commit suicide. Major. This person cannot stop the French attack at all." Daogen followed Kuhnberg and anxiously told the major this fact.

"Sergeant, there must be someone." Kuhnberg turned his head and stared at Daogen's eyes: "There are more than 2,000 minor and serious wounded people in the military hospital, as well as doctors, nurses and a group of civilians. These people must not fall into the hands of the French. You know what this will mean to them."

After four bloody years of fighting, the French army's military discipline was almost gone. In order to vent the pressure of war, these soldiers could do anything terrible. On the contrary, the Germans were the same. They did nothing to win, and the chivalrous spirit had long been stepped into the mud at the bottom of the trench, and the beastly nature in people's hearts completely overwhelmed human nature.

"There are no trenches, no barbed wire, and no artillery to provide cover. We only have twelve machine guns in our hands and there is a serious shortage of ammunition. Are you going to use the bodies of soldiers to resist the barrage offensive of the French Army?" Dogan argued.

"If necessary, yes, Sergeant. You thought you were the only one who fought here!" Kuhnberg grabbed Daogen's shoulder and pointed at the German soldiers who were digging fox pits on the roadside.

"Look at these people, Sergeant Daogen. Each of them is an experienced veteran. Some of them have joined the army before the war and have experienced almost all the battles on the Western Front. Wouldn't they know what you said? Sergeant? There is no second choice before us. These people know this as well as I do. In war, there will always be someone who will make sacrifices. The German Empire may be defeated, but the spirit of the Empire will last forever.

Everyone here knows clearly what they are going to face. Once the battle begins, everyone will definitely die in battle. But no one has ever complained to me. Do you know why? Because they are all willing to sacrifice their lives for their comrades. So please give up your "wise" suggestions. If I were you, you will pick up this pickaxe and dig a trench out quickly." Kuhnberg pushed away Daogen, turned around and walked up a slope on the side of the road, picked up a telescope and looked in the direction the French army might have appeared.

"This major is a lunatic, squad leader." Burt took off his helmet and placed it on the edge of the pit. He raised his head and said to Daogen.

"I don't know, Bert, but I think this is a great man, and it should be said to be a hero." Daogen bent down and picked up the crane-mouth pick on the ground, spitted two spits into his hand, and then raised the pickaxe high.

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"These officers and soldiers all knew that they were being led by officers to the death. Everyone knew this. This was something that was rarely seen in that world war." Weirle reported to Xu Jun.

"I have never heard Daogen talk about this. The Army Command should have detailed records." Xu Jun took out a baked cigar from the cigar box.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The front line at the end of the Battle of Marne River was collapsed. The combat records at that time were very chaotic. Many troops were annihilated in an organization, leaving no written records. This is the case with the Third Infantry Battalion. Daogen once investigated. The army only recorded the time when the troops were annihilated. As for the description of the details of the combat, there was not even a word. The last memory left to the world was only a command to cancel the number and a thick list of dead men. All 376 officers and soldiers were killed in battle, and none survived." Daogen replied with emotion.

"Don't we already have a survivor on our hands now? At least we can be sure that the commander survived successfully." Xu Jun stood up with a cigar in his mouth.

"I'll leave it all to you. Find out all this for me, Weirle." The head of the empire looked at his think tank majestic.

"Your will, my head." Weirle greeted respectfully.

"They retreated, and now everyone counted the ammunition in their hands." Daogen squatted in the shallow fox pit. He had just used his carbine to overturn a French captain.

"Well done, Sergeant Daogen, your performance is indeed not a badge insulting your chest." Kuhnberg knelt beside the fox pit, and the command knife in his hand flashed with a cold light.

"Major, these French people just underestimated the enemy." Daogen took out a five-shot bridge clip from the bullet bag at his waist and inserted it into the chamber of the Mauser Carbines.

"What do you think the French will do next, Sgt.," Kuhnberg asked, with a confident smile on his lips.

"If it's me, then reorganize the troops, stop the attack temporarily, and wait for the artillery to follow. Then concentrate the artillery and razed the position to the ground." Daogen used force to pinch the bridge and pressed the bullet into the chamber, pulled off the bullet bridge stuck in the notch, and threw it at the edge of the fox pit.

"I feel very lucky now that you are on our side, Sgt.," Kuhnberg praised.

"Thank you very much, sir." Daogen was not qualified to enjoy such words as a tonic, and the German soldiers had a modeled answer plan for this.

"No, it's totally literal, Sgt. If the French commander was smart enough, he should have done so. But the problem is, we're obviously a fool." Kuhnberg raised his command knife and pointed in front of the position.

"They attacked again, and everyone was ready to fight!" The battalion commander issued an order loudly.

"Prepare for the fight!"

"The French are coming up again, give them some great taste."

"Kill them without leaving any armor!" A loud shout echoed on this simple blocking position.

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So far, I have already owe almost seven chapters. Adding the next three chapters, I have collected ten chapters.

As the saying goes, don’t worry about having too much debt, and pay it back slowly from the second half of the month.

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I have been busy dealing with things these days, so I can only update one chapter every day. I hope everyone can understand. (.)
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