My Third Empire

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When Borol opened his eyes, the sky was already bright. The group of German bombers scattered in the sky, brought him a sense of security. Downer was sitting next to him holding the g43 rifle with blood stains on his face, and the tired look on his face was clear.

"Where is this?" Borol asked, though he couldn't bear it. His lips were a bit dry and even cracked when he spoke.

Downer, who was drowsy, woke up immediately: "Are you awake? This is the hospital in Buckton. We are instructed to take a boat back from here to the Netherlands, where we can recuperate and replenish."

It is a hospital, but it is an open-air bed built on the roadside. Although it is simple, it is much better than the frontline environment. On the road not far away, one leopard tank after another was heading towards the front line. The two armored divisions of the 2nd Armored Corps had already landed for the most part. The good days of the British seemed to be coming to an end.

Not only the German armored forces but also thousands of German soldiers landed. Carrying luggage and ammunition, the soldiers sang military songs from the neat phalanx lined up on the pier and marched to the front line at a neat pace. They would take the defense line from the German paratroopers who suffered heavy losses and then approach the predetermined target Continue to attack.

At the end of the wounded hospital bed, there is a table placed under a large tree with a radio on it. Obviously this small detail is for the wounded soldiers to relax. At this moment on the radio, the German head of state is giving another speech.

Accompanied by the rustle, Akado ’s voice cheered the wounded soldiers: “In Poland, you swept through thousands of troops and won the respect of the empire throughout the world! In the Netherlands, you are so desperate that you have the prestige of the emperor * ! In Belgium and France, you have won every battle and made every German people proud! "

"I have been on the front line and I know how much you have paid. We are also bleeding and sacrificing, and we are also wounding ... But as Germans and as the best people in the world, we are still fearless and moving forward ! "

"For the prosperity of the motherland, the soldiers on the front line gave their lives. But your soul is with us, and your spirit will always shine in the Third Reich!"

"I know that many people worship me and feel that the head of state is leading the German people to victory. I can tell everyone here responsibly that I adore you more! It is you who have given me the courage to face the powers of the world, yes Your patriotic spirit inspired me. It is your dedication and dedication that will allow Germany to stand as a forest of world powers! Do n’t be humble, you are the pride of the Third Reich! "

"Those workers who work overtime in the factory until late at night, your hard work gives our soldiers guns, ammunition, automobile steel; those farmers who work hard in the farmland, you let the German people eat; and those on the front line Soldiers who fought bravely, you keep the rear of the empire stable and safe-those of you are the future of Germany, the pride of the Germans, and the 'loveliest person' in Germany!

"Some people move their mouths, some people will take their lives." Borol smiled bitterly: "Baru, you said that people like us who are taking lives are happier, or the head of the radio is happier. child?"

He asked after exiting for a moment, and then looked awkwardly at Donner, who was overwhelmed, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

"It's okay." Donner scratched his head and said with a smile: "The uninjured people are approved to take a hot bath in the bathhouse over there. Can I go there? I can get back in about ten minutes ..."

"Of course, go, I don't have this blessing anymore." Pointing at the gauze on his arm, Borol said to Donner with a smile: "My name is Borol ... glad to meet ... know you."

"Downer, William Downer." The young man smiled, and then ran to the corner at the end of the street, with contented joy on his face.

Above the sky, one navy stuka after another whistled past, and the huge bomb under the wing made people shudder at first glance. After a long night of silence, the Luftwaffe was dissatisfied with the opponent's provocation, and was ordered to strike the British more heavily. In the higher sky, the fw-190d fighter was circling non-stop, preparing to tear any aircraft that appeared in this airspace without authorization. These aerial killers made it difficult for British troops to step forward during the day, greatly delaying the time for the British team to fight back.

An officer lieutenant walked towards Borol, his hands in his trouser pockets, seeming casual and loose, he turned his head to look at Donner, who was running towards the bathing place, and then looked at it with a smile Borol.

"Hello, I'm disturbing you to rest. I have just landed and I'm still waiting for my tank. Can you chat if you don't mind?" The lieutenant sat on the chair beside Borol's bed very friendly It was all dust on Donner's ass.

Borol noticed this detail. From this point, it can be seen that this lieutenant is an officer who has gone to the battlefield. Only after experiencing life and death, and experiencing the kind of complete chaos and filth, will people ignore the dust. .

"Of course you don't mind, you are the 2nd Armored Corps?" Borol pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and motioned for the second lieutenant to withdraw one.

"Just transferred to the 2nd Armored Army, I heard that I need a skilled tank unit here, so I brought my friends." The lieutenant pointed to his rank, and said with some emotion: "It was originally a lieutenant. The result is now a second lieutenant. I was originally in the 1st company of the 501 heavy tank destroyer battalion. "

The second lieutenant introduced his previous troop designation at will, because this unique designation was not disclosed. Even in the armored units, little was known, so he did not blame the Borol of the paratroopers. Who could have imagined that this heavy tank destroyer battalion once stood on the parade during the military parade, and who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would have so many hot ace tanks in the future?

"Captain of the tank? Or lieutenant? You really resemble a guy I know." Borol didn't know what, and suddenly thought of Rennes. He subconsciously looked at the opponent's neckline, where he really found a knight iron cross.

"Do you know our company commander?" The second lieutenant was obviously interested in this topic: "The one called Rain? Harder? He is really good, but I am not bad. I came here to surpass him ... you I ’m so lucky to know two of the world ’s most powerful tank captains. Hello, let me introduce myself again. My name is Mitchell, the number one trump card of the future tank battle, Mitchell Wittman. "

Who would have thought that this world is so small, and if you meet someone who is chatting by the roadside, you will find a common topic for a long time. Borol nodded with a smile: "It looks like that guy is not bad now. It's great that you can come to Britain, let those British people taste the power of German tanks!"

"Of course, I'm going to bring at least 50 records here so that Rennes and that Karlius can see who is the real tank king." Weitman stood up and said goodbye, pointing away A tank painted with the code 007 came from: "My car group is here, I will not chat with you. I hope that we will meet again when the war is over and drink together."

"Okay! We are all alive and no one can die!" Borol nodded, watching the tiger tank, which was very distinctive among the leopard tanks, leave, and then turned back to look envious. Donner.

"What are you looking at?" Borol asked with a smile, patting the top of the young man's head.

"The tank troops are so mad ... They look majestic." Downer took the rifle and sat back to the position: "You don't know, I wanted to be a tank driver, but I was assigned to the paratroopers. "

"What's wrong with the paratroopers? You have been wronged?" Borol clapped his head again: "If you feel that Qu is talented, get out of here! Less nonsense in front of me."

"I used to think it was Qu Cai." Downer's expression became very solemn: "But I learned last night that paratroopers are not good. I will be a paratrooper in the future, and I will follow the company commander for a lifetime. "

"When will you board the ship back to the Netherlands?" Borol looked at the melancholy Downer and asked softly. This is the fate of paratroopers, always the first to set foot on the enemy's land, stick to the position until the last moment, but after the victory or the battle situation is stable, the first to leave, leaving the battlefield for which blood was sacrificed.

"Afternoon. Let's go with the guys in the regiment." Downer apparently heard many things from the bathing place, and sighed in a lonely way: "The regiment of 1,500 people ... The whole night was finished. There were more than 400 people left. , A boat is finished. "

Borol was stunned, and then smoked another cigarette, put it on his lips, and did not speak for a while. When the cigarette was almost burned out, he said: "Yeah, 60 planes and 60 gliders. Come, just take a boat back ... "

The German soldiers in the distance were still in a square and then a square to the distance. When they passed this open-air field hospital, they silently looked at the comrades lying on the bed. Leather boots knocked on the ground, making a neat noise.

This reminded Borol of his more than 90 comrades who had just died in Britain. Lonely, he heard the speech of the head of state that had begun to be rebroadcast on the radio, which happened to be the most lovely part of the soldier.

"Who is the cutest person?" Borol smiled bitterly: "It must not be a German paratrooper ... We are the least loved ones, fall in love with us, isn't it to be widowed?"