Man in World War II: The Fall of an Empire!

Chapter 70 Barbarossa, all the expenses will be paid by Master William!

The Soviet soldiers really didn't understand why there were such fast planes.

After some exaggeration by the German army, the Soviet army was stunned for a while.

As scouts, many of them have learned Russian. Otherwise, how could they be scouts? Since they are the best, there is no problem in learning a little Russian.

"Thank you"

Although the two sides are at war, death is inevitable. At this time, the Soviet army is still rational.

The German army did not embarrass the other party. On the contrary, they helped to clean up the Soviet corpses.

After packing up, everyone began to go down the mountain.

"Find a car to send them back, the rest will continue to build fortifications, and the rest will continue to play music and dance."

William looked at Rhine coming down the mountain and said.

"Yes!"

Rhine still insisted on carrying out all William's orders very rigidly.

But William had no intention of rushing to fight to the death.

Instead, I took my brothers here to barbecue, have beer and listen to music.

After shaking the gramophone twice, the record was directly hung up.

Then music came from the loudspeaker.

The soldiers were quietly drinking beer and listening to the long music.

It wasn't until the next jazz dance music came out that a few cocksuckers began to twist their bodies.

I have to say that there are still two brushes.

"I really can't believe that Ram, who is usually honest and kind, would be so twisted!"

Ram listened to the music and played a beer, unbuttoned and took off his shirt, and then began to swing the shirt and dance to the rhythm.

William laughed so hard that tears came out. This is a country trend worthy of a large-scale song and dance show.

The German noble ladies were not present, otherwise Gao Lu would have gone down to twist and pat Ram's buttocks and wink at her.

A rare day off for William.

It has been almost ten days since we crossed the Vistula River without a break.

The soldiers were exhausted for a long time and were mentally alert, but they could not resist their physical fatigue.

The engineer platoon dug a large pit in one place and covered it with plastic film.

Then the whole platoon went to fetch water, and each person filled the puddle with a bucket of water.

The weather in June is very hot, so it would be nice to take a cold river bath.

In this way, each row took turns to fetch water, and no one wanted to be the last one to wash away the dirty water.

So just stuff them all in row after row.

Everyone stripped naked and jumped in. The shy ones wore small pants to cover their tofu skin sushi.

In the whole of Germany, it is estimated that no army can live as coolly as the combined combat battalion.

Who is this rich leader on the street?

Raytheon is already testing helicopters in the north.

I believe it won’t be long before the combined battalion becomes a true integrated air and space combat system of the combined regiment.

"By the way, don't forget to send electricity to the marshal. Just tell him that we are storming the high ground and we will definitely take it tomorrow. In addition, we have captured more than 30 people and have sent them back. Please ask for supplies, bacon, sausages, bread, and eggs. , beef, chicken, beer, these are used for the death squads to practice.”

William soaked in a separate pit and ordered to the correspondent.

"Ah? This, this, major, is this appropriate?"

The correspondent couldn't help but asked in amazement after listening to William's words. In his opinion, messing around here is enough of a punishment. How brave are you to defraud the marshal of bacon sausages at this time?

"Why isn't it suitable? I'm telling you, it will be delivered to you soon, so don't eat it, kid!"

"No, no, no, I'm going to send it now!"

The communications soldier immediately went to turn on the radio and ask for supplies.In the headquarters of Army Group Center, Marshal Bock took the message from William and fell into deep thought.

"This bastard kid is trying to blackmail me!"

Marshal Bock approved the telegram angrily.

"Call William back immediately and seriously criticize them. This is simply outrageous!"

One of the staff lieutenant generals immediately signaled to the correspondent.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, send William double copies of this order."

Marshal Bock still chose to forget it and not care about William.

First of all, William's identity and background are there, no matter how you toss the other party, he will remain unscathed.

What's the point of having a stalemate?
In addition, William is indeed capable of fighting, and his repeated military exploits are not just something he boasts or relies on connections.

Marshal Bock was very satisfied with William on this point.

So as long as it's not too much, he will choose to turn a blind eye.

"The Marshal is too crazy! Just give it to him like this, and then he will have to go to heaven!"

The lieutenant general said dissatisfiedly, this guy is a new transfer and doesn't know William well.

"First of all, our mission is to let him capture the high ground, right? Is it wrong to focus on supplies? Besides, a battalion of him can capture this place. For the rest of the troops, you have to let a regiment go, and at least more than 300 people will be lost. You choose”

Marshal Bock explained.

"But what I want is obviously for my own enjoyment! This is not a war, I don't even want a bullet!"

The lieutenant general continued.

"You just came here and you don't understand this yet. William's synthetic battalion is supported by himself. He pays for the bullets, cannonballs, and salary himself, so what do you have the nerve to say?"

Marshal Bock's words made the Lieutenant General shut up immediately.

This feeling is that people pay for things for me, but I can't even bear to give them some sausages and bacon. It seems so stingy.

"So that's it! Then send him another box of red wine!"

the Lieutenant General immediately added.

"In addition, the Soviet air defense highlands have been destroyed. According to the news from the airport, all eight J1 Raptor fighter jets have taken off. Who has the ability to mobilize them all? It goes without saying that it must be their boss William. !”

"Ah! William is their boss, are these aircraft not subject to Air Force control?"

"The Air Force has no right to control them. They are all volunteers, and the aircraft are provided by Raytheon Group for free. Who do you want to control them?"

Marshal Bock continued.

"Am I going too far?"

the lieutenant general asked Marshal Bock in a low voice.

"It's indeed a bit!"

"No wonder these guys are looking at me like this!"

The lieutenant general shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything more.

On weekdays, each military unit comes to the J1 Raptor Squadron for help and says a few nice words, and they will basically help. If you make their boss unhappy, everyone will make you unhappy.

A second lieutenant quartermaster hurriedly delivered double supplies to the lower part of the high ground.

"Aren't they attacking high ground? What's going on?"

The quartermaster lieutenant sitting on the barrel cart was a little confused.

Because of the various cheers and music playing in front, there were also a group of naked men jumping into a puddle and having a great time.

Seeing that the needed supplies arrived, the cooking team and the engineer platoon immediately began to get busy.

The five people in the cooking class of each company, totaling 25 cooks, showed off their unique skills one after another.

You should shout that Westbrook will pay for the whole game!
The screams started!

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(End of this chapter)