Chapter 248

"You fought 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 Stuart:" but you and I have to admit that the Fuehrer's new tactics are very successful in Holland. "

"This success is based on great sacrifice." Stuart sighed and said, "do you know why I'm in such a bad mood? I see that there is no news about the whole company of some troops up to now. "

"We are soldiers, general Stuart." "You should know better than I do that you are a general because you can send the leader's airborne troops wherever the leader wants them to go. The loss... Is huge. But compared with the results, it's all worth it. "

"Worth it?" Stuttgart was stunned, then looked at Keitel and asked.

"It's worth it!" Keitel replied: "it's worth the loss that my troops can encircle Rotterdam in four days and block the passage from Belgium to Holland in the southwest! It's worth it

"With more than 2700 lives, it's not cheap to call this evaluation." Stuart said with self mockery: "I put them in the ju-52 transport plane, and then transported them to hell to kick them off the plane."

"Two thousand seven hundred? With my army, we lost about 6100 soldiers in four days... "Keitel stopped and looked at stutton:" do you think only paratroopers are fighting? "

"I'm sorry! That's not what I mean Stuttgart apologized with some embarrassment.

"It's not your fault. We all love our subordinates. It's a good phenomenon." Keitel laughed and said to stutton, "but do you know how long it took us to walk through the muddy land of Holland in the first World War? How much have we sacrificed? "

"All these are victories brought to us by the pioneering spirit of the head of state." Stuttgart spoke of acardo with reverence.

"You're wrong again, general Stuart." Keitel laughed: "you have brought victory to Germany, the Fuehrer has brought paratroopers to Germany."

When Stuttgart was promoted to lieutenant general, the general command of the German defense forces ordered the expansion of the German Paratroopers from three divisions to 12. Although the plan was very long, the outstanding performance of the paratroopers in the Netherlands made the generals hope that they would have more paratroopers to fight. These generals are still obsessed with the rapid advance of paratroopers to support armored forces - they hope that one day the German infantry will be able to match the speed of paratroopers.

This program has promoted more than 10000 paratroopers who are still in Dutch territory: all the soldiers have been promoted to first class, and most of the soldiers or excellent commanders have been promoted.

"I hear you're going back to the stone castle?" Keitel handed stutton a good glass of wine he had found in Holland: "in such a hurry to go back?"

"I must go back and report the loss of the paratroopers to the Fuehrer. At least I don't think the German Paratroopers can go into the next war on such a large scale. I think it's more in line with the characteristics of paratroopers to use division level units for airdrop attacks than to use several divisions at a time. " Stuart took a sip of the wine and said sincerely.

"I think if the head of state insists on using paratroopers in this way, you might as well listen to his ideas." Keitel said with a smile: "compared with other German leaders, the head of state knows about military affairs. This is very unfortunate and very lucky for us

He sighed and said: "unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, the aura of the first 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, making our actions so easy. "

"You are right! I firmly believe that the Fuehrer is always right! " Stewart put down his glass. "It's getting late. I have to catch a plane." He said hello to Keitel and drove to warhaven airport in his car.

The car stopped at the edge of the airport. Stutton got out of the car and watched the lines of paratroopers waiting to get on the plane on the yellow grass of the airport with snow. He took the guard and stopped next to a paratrooper who was smoking.

"Where to fight?" Stuart asked with a smile.

"Long live the Fuehrer!" The paratrooper stood at attention and replied, "I'm fighting near a village southwest of the Williams bridge."

"Oh?" Stutton, who had been asking casually, suddenly became interested. He knew that there was a platoon of soldiers holding their position there, and he did not step back in the face of ten times his own strength.

"You're brave. You didn't step back in front of the French tanks." Stuart patted the soldier on the shoulder and encouraged.

"How can you not step back?" The soldier was very embarrassed to scratch his head: "isn't it a fool not to run? We have to step back, trick them into our ambush and fire from all sides. "

Stuttgart was very embarrassed. In terms of his experience in front-line operations, he estimated that he was definitely not an opponent of these soldiers. So he held out his hand, shook hands with the soldier, and said sincerely, "I can't compare with you in war."

He glanced over his soldiers, looked at their young faces with a smile, and nodded with satisfaction. But soon he saw the scene that made him sad. One paratrooper's face was covered with bandages, and the other soldier's arm was covered with bandages. He then realized that if the unit was a class, it would obviously have many more people, but if it was a platoon, it would not be full“ What about your commander? " Stuart asked“ well! platoon leader! The general is looking for you The soldier who shook hands with the general turned back and yelled. He seemed to like his boss very much. At least when he called the platoon leader, his voice was much higher than long live the Fuehrer. A young man with an mp-44 assault rifle came up, his helmet covered with a camouflage net, looking old-fashioned. There are some scratches on his neck and face. It seems that he is in a mess these days. The young man went up to Stuart, stood at attention, held out his right hand and saluted him: "long live the Fuehrer! general! Second lieutenant borol, 1st platoon, 1st company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd regiment, 1st paratrooper division, salutes you. " Stuttgart saluted back at attention, and then said, "when you go back, you will have a three-day holiday, and then you will recruit new recruits. I hope you can give your new recruits valuable combat experience."“ General, a man told me that we came all the way here, struggling in the sea of fire and surviving under the bullet, not for revenge, not for the sake of opening up territory, not for the sake of the head of state... You know, it's really embarrassing to say these words. " "He told me that we were just ordered to come here and live as hard as we could," he continued, sniffing“ He has a pockmarked face and is not good-looking at all. But now I understand what he meant by these words. " "I will live as long as I can," he said with a smile Nodding, stutton took out a beautifully made lighter from his pocket and handed it to borol: "less smoking is bad for your health... I hope you can live, live well." Then he left a little embarrassed, as if to avoid something. But borol stopped him: "general! I have a request“ I will try my best to be satisfied. " Stuart stopped, looked back, and immediately agreed“ Can you show the identity cards of the soldiers killed in the battle to the head of state? " Borol's eyes were full of expectations: "they fought for the Fuehrer and gave their lives for their vows - but most of them haven't met their Fuehrer yet." Stuttgart was stunned for a moment, then pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded forcefully. He called his adjutant, said something in the major's ear, and the major ran to the distant plane. The wounded are being transported back to China. There are a whole bag of identification cards on the plane“ I'll take them to the Fuehrer. " "It's an honor they deserve," Stewart told borol Glory, yes, poor and humble glory... Borol looked up at the general's ju-52 transport plane flying into the sky. In the distance, four fw-190d fighters converged under the white clouds and disappeared at the end of the sky. He dragged his not heavy luggage, followed the soldiers in front step by step, climbed the familiar ju-52 transport plane, leaned against the cabin wall and fell asleep.