Chapter 871: Cover

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Rundstedt was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, and several generals around him laughed along, although they didn't know why Rundstedt laughed.

"You are right, Marshal Rommel!" Marshal Rundstedt laughed for a while, and then said: "There are indeed some intelligence that you don't know, and you... Respected Marshal, you have not seen those intelligences, and you have concluded that we are fooled by those intelligences?"

Rundstedt said while enjoying his breakfast. Although he said "respect", his expression and actions were full of disdain.

Rundstedt looked down on everyone in his heart, even Hitler was no exception. He privately called Hitler a "Bohemian corporal" and called those who supported Hitler a "gang of hooligans", but he was respectful in front of Hitler.

Of course, Rundstedt also looked down on Rommel. He thought Rommel was just a "boy scout" who could only show off his bravery as a grassroots commander and had no ability to "strategize" in the rear.

(Note: Rundstedt's style is completely opposite to Rommel. As a nobleman, he completely believes that he is a superior person, so he never goes deep into the lower-level troops to inspect or boost morale)

Rommel's eyes were full of anger, but he had no way to deal with Rundstedt... He could not change other people's thoughts, especially this kind of thought was an inexplicable sense of superiority that he brought into this world since childhood and would take into the coffin.

"Commander-in-Chief!" Rommel said, "I have no intention of arguing with you, I just want to get the intelligence!"

"Sorry, Marshal Rommel!" Rundstedt said, "Perhaps you forgot that the Führer issued an order that officers only need to know the intelligence related to their mission!"

Rommel looked at Rundstedt in disbelief: "Commander-in-Chief, my troops are stationed on the northern coast of France, and my two army groups are stationed in Calais and Brittany Peninsula respectively, but you think that the intelligence about whether the Allies will attack Calais or Brittany Peninsula has nothing to do with me?"

"Yes!" Rundstedt replied expressionlessly: "General Rommel, I can tell you that this intelligence is about strategic issues, you just need to do what you are doing now!"

Another meaning of this is that everything Rommel did was only at the tactical level, and it was completely different from Rundstedt's strategic decision-making... This is what Rundstedt thought of as "strategizing".

Qin Chuan sighed.

Maybe Rundstedt once led the German army to break through the Maginot Line, maybe he commanded the German armored forces to sweep across Europe and even pointed at the Soviet Union, but now... Rundstedt is old, and has become a self-willed, stubborn, and pitiful and ridiculous old man who is played around by the Allies without knowing it.

If the Allies' successful breakthrough of the Atlantic Wall is a victory, then at least half of the credit should be attributed to the German commander-in-chief of the Western Front in front of him.

"If there is nothing else!" Rundstedt said: "I'm leaving, your Excellency the Marshal!"

As he said that, Rundstedt wiped his mouth elegantly with a towel and slowly got up and left his seat.

"Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief!" Qin Chuan said, "Are you using General Rommel as a cover?"

Rundstedt, who was standing up, paused for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and stood up straight, and replied, "I don't understand what you mean, Lieutenant Colonel, please be cautious with your guesses!"

Rommel cast a puzzled look at Qin Chuan and asked, "What do you mean? What cover-up?"

"Your Excellency, the Marshal!" Qin Chuan responded to Rommel, and also to Rundstedt: "Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief has received sufficient intelligence from the British. They have concluded from this intelligence that the British will definitely attack Calais. But the Commander-in-Chief does not want the British to notice this and change the target of the attack, so..."

"I understand!" Rommel stood up and said angrily to Rundstedt, "This is the real reason why I don't know the complete intelligence. I was fooled, I was used, I became a cover, a cover to deceive the Allies, a tool... Everything I did in Brittany , in fact, it was just to make the Allies believe that the German army was unaware and still strengthened defense in the Brittany Peninsula! "

"What's even more ridiculous is..." Qin Chuan said: "Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief did not realize that the Allies had known all this for a long time, everything. When Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief thought that he was fighting wits and courage with the Allies strategically, he did not realize that...the intelligence was completely given to you by the British!"

"Shut up!" Rundstedt, who was about to leave, turned around angrily: "You have no right to say that, because you know nothing!"

"Sorry, Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief!" Qin Chuan replied: "You are right, we really know nothing about the intelligence, but that is why we were not deceived, because those intelligence are nothing more than a lie carefully woven by British intelligence. They used this net to trap you tightly, but not us! And Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, arrogantly thought that he had everything under control..."

"What makes you dare to speak so rudely!" Rundstedt was so angry that he trembled all over: "Why do you think..."

"Just because he once defeated the British Intelligence Agency!" Rommel interrupted Rundstedt. He knew that Rundstedt was going to use his military rank and official position to pressure Qin Chuan, so he stood up without hesitation: "Perhaps the commander-in-chief knows that the British also designed a scam when they attacked Sicily. All our intelligence personnel, including Canaris, fell into this scam, but he only took a cup of coffee to see through this scam!"

Rommel glanced around and then asked: "I want to ask, does anyone here have such an experience? None of you have, not at all, never been on the battlefield, never contacted the enemy's intelligence agency, and even never entered a tank. You only know how to command the battle in the office based on your imagination. Now, you actually questioned a genius who once trampled the British Intelligence Agency under his feet, and questioned him on why he was "rude"! "

Rommel was obviously really angry, and he vomited out all his true thoughts that he didn't usually tell Rundstedt, his superior.

All the officers present were stunned, because although Rommel and Rundstedt had fought openly and secretly before, they had never had such a direct conflict as now.

After a long while, Rundstedt, with his back to Rommel, said coldly: "As you wish, Marshal, you will get the information!"

With that, Rundstedt left the restaurant. Although he tried his best to stay calm, he almost fell down when he walked out the door.