Two Hundred and Forty Eight Student
"Long live the Führer!" Two soldiers of the German Wehrmacht stood at attention and saluted with MP-44 rifles. [For more exciting novels, please visit] Student waved his hand and walked into the room between the two.
In the center of the spacious and bright hall, Keitel, commander of Army Group B, was waiting there. He was ordered to promote Student to Lieutenant General of the German Airborne Forces, and granted Student the right to directly meet with the Führer. The original commander of Group B, Liszt, was transferred to the Eastern Front during the Polish War, where he commanded the operations of Group D. Now Liszt is the deputy commander-in-chief of the German Army on the Eastern Front, and the commander-in-chief is General Kluge, a good old man who obeyed the head of state Akado.
Student saw Keitel, with an angry expression on his face. He stood at attention in front of Keitel and stretched out his right hand: "Long live the head of state!"
"Long live the Führer!" Keitel stood at attention and returned the salute, and then handed Student the epaulettes and collar badges symbolizing the rank of lieutenant general, as well as the identity documents and appointment letters from the Supreme Command of the Empire: "Congratulations! General Student, the performance of your troops in the Netherlands is remarkable, and with your cooperation, Army Group B was able to sweep the Netherlands."
"Thank you." Student reached out his hand and shook Admiral Keitel's hand: "The 11th Armored Division under your command arrived very timely. If you arrive one day late, the consequences will be disastrous."
"You fought very bravely... I heard that many paratroopers lost two-thirds of their soldiers. This news makes me very sad..." Keitel said as he walked back with Student: "But you Both I and I have to admit that the Führer's new tactics have been very successful in the Netherlands."
"This kind of success is based on huge sacrifices." Student said with a sigh: "Do you know why I am in such a bad mood? I saw that there are still no news from a whole company of soldiers in some troops." .”
"We are soldiers, General Student." Keitel put his hands behind his back and said as he walked forward: "You should understand better than me that the reason why you became a general is because you can send the head of state's paratroopers Go wherever the head of state wants them to go. The losses...although huge. But compared with the results of the battle, these are all worth it."
"Worth it?" Student was taken aback, then glanced at Keitel and asked.
"It's worth it!" Keitel replied: "My troops can encircle Rotterdam in 4 days and block the passage of the British and French allied forces from Belgium to the Netherlands in the southwest. All these losses are worth it! Very worth it! "
"With more than 2,700 lives, it's really not cheap to call out this evaluation." Student said self-deprecatingly: "I was the one who stuffed them into the ju-52 transport plane, and then transported them to hell to kick them off the plane." .”
"Two thousand and seven hundred people? Counting my army group, we killed about 6,100 soldiers in four days..." Keitel stopped,
Looking at Student: "Do you think only the paratroopers are fighting?"
"Sorry! That's not what I meant." Student apologized with some embarrassment.
"It's not your fault. We all love our subordinates. This is a good sign." Keitel smiled and said to Student: "But you know that we walked through the muddy land of Holland in World War I." How long has the land been used? How much have we sacrificed?"
"This is the victory brought to us by the pioneering spirit of the head of state." Student was still full of admiration when he mentioned Akado.
"You are wrong again, General Student." Keitel laughed loudly: "You brought victory to Germany, and the Führer brought paratroopers to Germany."
When Student was promoted to lieutenant general, the German Wehrmacht Command ordered the expansion of the three divisions of the German paratroopers to 12. Although the plan was very long, the eye-catching performance of the paratroopers in the Netherlands made the generals hope that they had More paratroopers are used in combat. These Wehrmacht generals still remember the rapid advance of the airborne troops supporting the armored forces-they hope that one day the German infantry can be as fast as the paratroopers.
This plan allowed more than 10,000 paratroopers who are still on Dutch territory to get their own promotions: all soldiers were promoted to private first class, and most soldiers with combat merit or outstanding commanders were promoted.
"I heard you're going back to Stone Castle?" Keitel handed Student a glass of good wine he found in Holland: "In such a hurry to go back?"
"I have to rush back and report the losses of the paratroopers to the Führer. At least I think that the German paratroopers can no longer be put into the next war on such a large scale. Compared with using several divisions of paratroopers in one go, I think using division-level paratroopers alone Airdrop attacks by units are more in line with the characteristics of paratroopers." Student said sincerely after taking a sip of fine wine.
"I think that if the Fuehrer insists on using the paratroopers in this way, then you might as well listen to his thoughts." Keitel said with a smile: "Compared to other German leaders, the Fuehrer knows military affairs. This is important to us. Very unfortunate and very fortunate.”
He sighed and said: "Unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, the halo of the number one person in the German * world will not fall on our heads. But we are very lucky, the head of state has helped us accomplish many things Things that make our actions so easy."
"You are right! I firmly believe that the Führer is always right!" Student put down his glass: "It's getting late, I have to catch a plane." He greeted Keitel and took his own car Rush to Valhaven Airport.
The car stopped at the edge of the airport, and Student got out of the car, watching the paratroopers line after line waiting to board the plane on the yellow lawn with snow at the airport. He walked over with the guards and stopped next to a paratrooper who was smoking a cigarette.
"Where are you fighting?" Student asked with a smile.
"Long live the Führer!" The paratrooper stood at attention and saluted and replied, "I am fighting near a village southwest of the Williams Bridge."
"Oh?" Student, who was originally asking casually, suddenly became interested. He knew that there was a platoon of soldiers standing firm there, and they didn't take a step back in the face of a force ten times his own.
"You are very brave. You didn't take a step back when facing the French tanks." Student patted the soldier on the shoulder and encouraged him.
"How is it possible not to retreat?" The soldier scratched his head in embarrassment: "Aren't you a fool not to run? We must retreat, lure them into our ambush circle, and then open fire from all directions."
Student was very embarrassed. When it comes to front-line combat experience, he reckoned that he was definitely no match for these soldiers. So he stretched out his hand, shook hands with the soldier and said sincerely: "I am no match for you in war."
He glanced at these soldiers under his command, saw the smiles on their young faces, and nodded in satisfaction. But soon he saw a scene that made him sad. One paratrooper's face was covered with bandages, and the other soldier's arm was also bandaged. It was only then that he realized that this army obviously had a lot more people if it was a squad, but if you look at it as a platoon, it was not full.
"Where's your commander?" Student asked.
"Hey! Platoon leader! The general is looking for you!" The soldier who shook hands with the general turned around and shouted. He seemed to like his boss very much. At least when he called the platoon leader, his tone was much higher than when he called Long Live the Führer.
A young man with an MP-44 assault rifle came over, his helmet was covered with a camouflage net, which looked a little old. There are still some scratches on his neck and face, and he looks like he has been in a mess these days.
The young man walked up to Student, stood at attention, stretched out his right hand and gave a German salute: "Long live the head of state! General! 2nd Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Platoon, 2nd Battalion, 1st Platoon, 2nd Regiment, 1st Paratrooper Division, Second Lieutenant Boluo I salute you."
Student stood at attention to return the salute, and then said: "You will have a three-day vacation when you go back, and then you will recruit new recruits. I hope you can pass on your valuable combat experience to your new subordinates."
"General, I was told by someone that we came all the way here, to burn and survive bullets, not to avenge, not to conquer, not to conquer, and not for some Führer . . . you know the words come out In fact, it's quite embarrassing." Boroll sniffed, and continued: "He told me that we were just ordered to come here, and then desperately survived."
"He has a pockmarked face, and he doesn't look good at all. But now I understand what he meant by these words." Bolor smiled slightly: "I will try to live as long as possible."
Nodding, Student took out a beautifully crafted lighter from his pocket, and handed it to Borel: "Smoking less, it's bad for your health... I hope you can live and live well."
Then he left in some embarrassment, as if he wanted to avoid something. But Boroll stopped him anyway: "General! I have a request."
"I will try my best to be satisfied." Student stopped, and immediately agreed after turning around.
"Can you show the head of state the identity cards of the fallen soldiers?" Boroll's eyes were full of expectation: "They fought for the head of state and gave their lives for their oath—but most of them People haven't seen their Führer."
Student froze for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded vigorously. He called his adjutant and said something in the ear of the major, and the major ran to the plane in the distance. The wounded were being transported back to the country over there, and there was a whole pocket of identification tags piled up on the plane.
"I'll bring them to the Führer," Student said to Bollor. "It's their due."
Glory, yes, poor and humble glory... Boroll looked up at the ju-52 transport plane the general was flying into the sky, and under the white clouds in the distance, he joined the escorting four fw-190d fighter jets and disappeared into the sky the end.
He dragged his not-so-heavy luggage, followed the soldiers in front step by step, climbed onto the familiar ju-52 transport plane, leaned against the cabin wall and fell asleep.
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