My Third Empire

Three Hundred and Seventy-Eight Patriots

Just when the U.S. emergency four supported Britain, German tanks had swept across the west coast of France. 70,000 British soldiers were captured and captured without much resistance. As a result, none of the British expeditionary forces deployed on the European continent could be organized. They escaped and were all taken into German concentration camps.

At this time, the front fender of the tank of the 1st Armored Division of the German Armored Forces closest to Paris is less than 0 kilometers away from the center of the French capital. De Gaulle prevented a slight resistance. Two b1 tanks attempted to attack the German tank troops on the flanks. However, the alert German reconnaissance troops discovered the ambush and called the Stukas in the air to destroy the French tanks and kill the surrounding area. 20 French soldiers in ambush.

In the capital of Germany, near the suburbs, everyone is queuing up and waiting to fill out the registration form, so that they can join the invincible German army and help their nation expand its territory. These citizens who came to sign up were all inexplicably enthusiastic about the Greater German Party and the great Yuan Arcador Rudolf. They were all willing to put their hands on the national flag and swear allegiance to the great Yuan and this country.

It can be described as a sea of ​​people here, and it is not inferior to the sailor registration office in the UK. This nation called Germany is as good as the British. They are willing to give their lives for their motherland and to forge German swords for German plows.

This is also the foundation of Germany's invincibility, and it is also the driving force for Germany's strength and prosperity. After filling out their forms one by one, the young men went to the truck next to them. When the truck was full, someone took them away. What awaited them was 60 days of hard training. These people had to burn out at least 300 rounds of ammunition. Only then can you leave the new barracks and be assigned to the front-line troops to fight for the motherland and honor.

Although compared with the days of the National Defense Forces, this kind of crash training is already quite loose, but it is still one of the most stringent training standards on the European continent. In comparison, the main force of the British is nothing more than this standard, and The French have only two weeks of training in the late mobilization, and the Italians have even lower requirements...

So even these later supplementary soldiers are enough to be called elite infantry, but compared with those veterans who experienced the Battle of Poland and the Battle of Belgium, these recruits seem a little immature. As long as they can survive the first few days of participating in the war, these soldiers can immediately display their strong combat effectiveness and become warriors under Yuan's command.

The endless line suddenly stopped moving slowly. In front of the desk of the conscription office, an old man about 55 years old pressed the edge of the table with one hand while leaning on a slender hair with the other hand. Ser 1898 rifle.

"My lord, this is the conscription office. At your age, don't come here to make trouble..." An officer in charge of conscription persuaded dumbfoundedly: "As you have seen, we only want unemployed men between the ages of 16 and 40. You are at least 50, we really can't accept it..."

"Why? Don't you want to take care of one more person? I don't have any skills, old man.

Those who go to battle to kill are the ancestors of you gang of hairless kids! With a fiery temper, the old man slapped the table and shouted loudly: "When this old man and I beat the British, you were just born!" "

While talking, he shook the old-fashioned Mauser rifle in his hand, with a look of pride and complacency, because it was well maintained at ordinary times, and he was full of energy when he spoke. It seemed that even the simple arbor of the conscription office was about to be torn down.

"Sir, please stop making trouble. I know you have fought in wars, but what time has it been? Can you catch up with a car or a tank?" A young guy who lined up behind the old man also persuaded him.

"Young man. My old man has no other skills. He lives by beating the British and leading the country's subsidies. He can do nothing but kill." The old man sighed and said, "I just don't want to let my skills be like this." It's wasted..."

"Look at what you said, what other extraordinary skills do you have? Show us a show, and we will open our eyes." The young officer at the conscription office said with a smile.

The middle-aged officer who had not spoken all this time frowned, and finally spoke, but not to the old man, but to the officer who taught the young man a lesson: "How do you speak? Do you remember Yuan's lecture to us? Stand up Recite it to me!"

"Yes!" The young officer immediately put away his arrogance, stood at attention and began to recite Yuan's admonition to the conscription office: "Since I was a German Yuan, I dare not underestimate the heroes of the world, dare not forget the great trust of the people, and dare not deceive the heroes of the whole country." When you go to recruit elite soldiers and generals for the empire, you must not be contemptuous, arrogant, take away the wishes of others, or laugh at the ambitions of fools."

"Okay! Based on these few words, the old man sold this body of bones to this Yuan!" The old man nodded and smiled, "Let you all see my skills, so you can give me the form to enlist in the army."

While laughing, he stepped on the bolt of the rifle with his foot, and the bolt was pulled away with a crisp click, and there was no rust inside the barrel, as if it was brand new. I didn't see how the old man moved, but with a light kick from his toe, the bolt was closed and the bullet was loaded into the chamber.

He lifted the rifle with his right hand that had been eliminated a long time ago, but was kept as new. The rifle drew a beautiful circle in the air and fell into the old man's hands. The old man didn't even aim, and pointed his long gun forward. With a sound of "Bang!", he hit the flagpole of a building in the distance.

The old man didn't speak, and quickly moved his right hand from the trigger position, and the second round was loaded with a click. His strong and powerful hands were as steady as a rock, his face was slightly tilted, and the gunfire rang out again. With a sound of "Boom!", the flick seemed to have eyes, and hit the same flagpole on the roof about a meter away. Once again, a piece of white ash was splashed, shaking the flagpole.

"Okay!" More people applauded, and the sound of applause caused the nearby people who heard the gunshots to stop and watch stretched their necks. Even the young officer who was arrogant just now was staring and speechless.

"My lord, you have great marksmanship!" The middle-aged officer smiled and clapped his hands: "This is a downtown area, so don't open fire casually. The police will probably arrive soon."

"I'm sorry to say it at the beginning, lest you think I'm bragging. Just the big beard holding a sniper rifle on the poster behind you, he is my son!" The poster was used to build momentum, and he said loudly with pride in his tone.

"The old man is the father of the sniper genius?" Rao, a middle-aged officer, was also surprised, and asked, "The father of the man who killed 210 enemy soldiers?"

"What a genius." The old man snorted, with a look of disdain on his face: "Didn't I teach it by hand? His two strokes are just my true inheritance."

This is obviously bragging, and the middle-aged officer didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "If the old man doesn't dislike it, please come and talk with me in detail. Yuan once said that a thousand soldiers are easy to get, but a general is hard to find. It would be a pity to go to the front line, if this ability can be taught to the soldiers of the empire, wouldn't everyone be able to walk through Yang?"

The officer walked out of his desk and immediately dragged the old man to the convertible car parked not far away, talking while walking, arousing the envy of the people queuing behind to join the army.

Looking at the crowd behind, the young officer blushed and coughed lightly, biting the bullet and continuing with his work. However, because of the old man's "performance", the life-saving scene became more and more lively, and the rear of the team still couldn't see the end of the row, and the crowds of people were really lively.

Compared with the bustling conscription office, another recruitment office is also overcrowded. This recruitment office recruits skilled young people and old workers. Compared with the vast number of sailor families in the UK, Germany is indeed inferior in sailing, but Germany has a strong industrial foundation and was once selected by "Versailles". The Peace Treaty was bound, so there are as many workers left in the market without jobs.

Some old skilled workers who had already retired asked to return to their posts one after another. Whether it was teaching new apprentices or helping out, they had to make their own contribution to the rise of the empire. With the enthusiastic registration of these people, Yuan hoped that Germany's plan to double the industrial output value in 1938 would not seem to be difficult.

Just when the blood of the crowd queuing outside the registration point here was boiling, and when the development of Germany was in full swing, a telegram flew to the telegraph office of the Presidential Palace as if it had grown wings, and was finally released after code translation. On Yuan Akado's desk.

Akado frowned and picked up the telegram beginning with Italy, glanced at it and threw it aside with a wry smile. And Augustus, who was beside him, picked up the telegram and looked at it, and was stunned by Yuan's prophetic prediction.

It is clearly written in the document: 32 Italian divisions fought an unprecedented battle with 16 French divisions at the border. The Italian troops finally lost to France and retreated to the border. Crisis situation, no pursuit of the retreating Italian troops.

"It's really what you expected! My Yuan." Augustus and Akado also put the telegram back on the table with the same wry smile, and asked: "Then according to Yuan's meaning, this How should we deal with Italy, which is so weak in combat power?"

"What should be given, I still have to give." Akado said helplessly: "Compared with Italy, I am more worried about the problems on the French side."

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