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Otto. Moritz. Walter. Marshal Modr – “Iron Wall” Moder! !

Wang Weizhen has no idea what to say.

An 78-year-old Manstein, an 74-year-old Modr, is it the whole of Germany, apart from these two veterans who fought from the First World War, there are no other good generals?

There must be some problems in this, definitely!

But at least until now, Wang Weizhen still can’t find the answer.

“Who is leading Germany now?” Shen Weizhen asked.

“Kilmer. Kilmer. Nikolai heads. Adolf. Hitler appointed him as his heir before his death.”

Kilmer . Nikolai, the son of the old Nikolai. For this person, Wang Weizhen is not particularly familiar, but the old Nikolai’s son can inherit the position of the head of state, or let Wang Weizhen feel a little surprised.

However, this is also the son of an old friend. When he returns to Berlin and can open his identity, he should go see him and discuss with him why Germany has become what it is now: “The President of the United States? John. Kennedy? Or Linden Johnson?”

“Major, don’t you even know this?” Tusca felt that the major in front of him was a bit strange: “It is William.”

“Who?” Wang Weizhen opened his eyes.

Tusca was scared by the major: “I promise that it is President William. Wirtgenstein, the youngest president in American history.”

Wang Weizhen was happy and surprised. William. Wittgenstein, that is the son of himself and Leoni. He actually became the president of the United States in his own will. However, it is this son who is leading the huge American son who is attacking Berlin now!

Originally, according to Wang Weizhen’s vision, William will acquire the highest power of the United States and guarantee the alliance between the United States and Germany. The previous point has been achieved in full accordance with his own ideas, but what about the latter?

William did not let the German and American continue the alliance. Instead, his motherland will fall!

There must be something terrible in this. . . . . .

Nothing could get anything from Tusca’s mouth. At this time, Guo Yenfeng came over: “Italian people are locked up…. What happened, what happened?”

He noticed that the Drifter was not right.

Wang Weizhen smiled bitterly: “Nothing, thinking about something… Captain Tusca, thank you for this information. Don’t worry, I don’t kill Italian officers because you have no threat to us.”

This sentence was originally a shame for Tusca, but Tuska’s face showed a happy color. In any case, nothing can be more important than saving your life.

One company of Italian soldiers was shut up and their weapons were destroyed in front of them. The Germans of the commando were so happy that the Major Moyol was really amazing. First they took the whole team of the enemy with them. Then, they almost solved the whole Italian.

What else is he can’t do?

On the way to evacuation, Wang Weizhen simply told Guo Yenfeng about the general situation. When he heard that William became the president of the United States, Guo Yenfeng was also shocked: “It’s incredible, your son is actually attacking Germany. ?”

“I think, he probably has something to say… or indeed it is really Germany who first provoked this war…” The father’s nature is revealed in Wang Weizhen’s body, he I always think that my son must have a hard time.

“Or, do you go to Washington, see William?”

Wang Weizhen shook his head: “Now I can’t leave here. Wait, wait until after the crisis.”

I don’t know why. Wang Weizhen feels a bit dark and depressed. . . . . .

Lieutenant Colonel Karls does not look very good.

These incompetent Italians, one company’s strength, were actually defeated by thirty Germans! He came a late step. When he arrived here, he only saw the embarrassed Italian.

These Italians lost all their weapons. What makes people even more laughable is that the Germans actually locked them in several rooms, and as long as they used force, they could knock the door open. But when the Germans left and the Americans came in, the Italians stayed in their “cells” leisurely, and the Americans opened the door and they were willing to come out.

Why are there such an ally? Carls has not figured it out yet.

The performance of the Italian army on the battlefield was extremely poor. In North Africa, when they betrayed the Germans, they took the lead in attacking the Germans, but they were defeated by the unprepared Germans. The US military used a lot of effort to save them.

When entering the German mainland, the Italians vowed to the Allied Commander General that they were filled with the current front.

As a result, the striker played a total of three times with a small number of German troops. The result of each strike was the same: in the case of an absolute superior fire support and an absolute superior force, the Germans fought!

The commander-in-chief of Westmoreland and all the senior commanders of the Allies except the Italians have already been disappointed with these guys. No longer dare to use them on the frontal battlefield.

Now, in addition to being responsible for some simple warnings, the Italian army is responsible for guarding some material bases.

Incompetent guys, they can only do these things. . . . . . Lieutenant Colonel Karls sneered in his heart. . . . . . Suddenly, his face changed: “Major Davis, what supply base do we have near us?”

“Ah, yes, Lungenberg, where we have a lot of petrol.”

“Who is responsible for guarding?”

“Italy Alberto Infantry Battalion, what is their commander’s name? I have seen it a few days ago…ah, I remember, Major Bertiano.”

“Hell, go to Longenberg immediately!” Kars’s face changed again: “The Germans have been away for a long time, I hope we can catch up with them!”

“Why, Lieutenant Colonel, do you really think that the Germans will attack the army of a battalion with more than 30 troops?” Davis obviously did not believe it.

“This group of Germans is very bold. From the current situation, there is nothing that they dare not do!” Lieutenant Colonel Kars said with a gloomy face: “As for the damn Italians, they can’t count on their help.” I only hope that they can do their best for two to three hours…”

Davis shrugged. He didn’t quite believe that more than 30 people would actually enter the battalion. . . . .

But when the US military was preparing to attack, Kars suddenly got the information: Longenberg’s Italian Alberto infantry battalion was being attacked by a large number of enemies. The Alberto infantry battalion suffered heavy losses and it is difficult to continue!

Davis was shocked by the whole person, God, the Germans actually did. . . . . .

“Tell the Italians, there aren’t many Germans!” Kars screamed in anger: “Let them hold on, hold on, I will arrive soon!”

There aren’t a lot of enemies. A total of only 32 people are coming to Longenberg.

However, for Major Bertiano, it was impossible to convince him. Just over a dozen minutes ago, the calm and calm Lungenberg was attacked by the enemy. From the first sound of the gun, the Italians fell into chaos.

Some of them were shooting guns in the sky, and some people were hiding everywhere, including officers and soldiers. In short, no one wants to fight hard.

The same was true of Major Bertiano, who did not think that Longgangberg, who was far from the battlefield, would encounter a terrible war. How could this happen?

According to the style of the Italians, when reporting to the higher authorities, no matter how many enemies come, they must be “massive”.

The gunshots didn’t sound particularly dense. But every time the gunshots sounded, it always made Major Bertiano and his men feel frightened.

You know, this is a bullet, a bullet that will break through your head anytime, anywhere!

Major Bertiano probably didn’t know that there were only thirty-two Germans attacking Lungenberg at this time, and they didn’t want to capture Lungenberg by fighting.

The intensive gunshots are just the next step.

“The major, the Germans said they would send negotiators.”

The gunshot suddenly stopped, and then Major Bertiano got the news. He hesitated: “Let their negotiators come here. Ah, tell us who can’t shoot!”

In fact, this is not required by Major Bertiano. The enemy has been fortunate to stop the attack. The Italian officers and soldiers are huddled in their hiding places, watching a “US Major” pass by in front of themselves. No one is there. Dare to put a shot.

What should I do if I am angry with the enemy again?

“I am Major Moyol of the German SS. My chief asked me to negotiate with you.”

Major Bertiano was surprised again. Did the enemy actually rank a major to negotiate? From this point of analysis, the enemy’s highest commander is at least a colonel, perhaps, maybe a general. . . . . . Major Bertiano is absolutely not going to think that the enemy commander is actually the person in front of him. . . . . .

Nor can you blame Major Bertiano, how can the commander come to negotiate in person?

“I am Major Bertiano of the Alberto Infantry Battalion in Italy.” Bertiano barely kept his tone calm: “Mr. Moyol, let us hear what your commander brought.”

“I must tell you honestly, Major Bertiano. Longenberg is surrounded by us. We have many people who can completely destroy you in 30 minutes. But our General Almank is a kind person. He didn’t want to continue to die too many people, so he asked you to put down your arms and surrender in 15 minutes…” Wang Weizhen said faintly.

These ghosts were originally deceived, but the Italian officers standing in front of him. An Italian officer who can find a way to surrender without even surrendering an excuse!

The enemy really came to a general. . . . . . God, did they send a teacher? Major Bertiano is very proud of his wise judgment: “So, how would you treat us?”

“General Almank will not hurt you as long as Lungenberg,” Major Bertiano’s expression and tone have given Wang Weizhen full confidence: “All you have to do is gather together, lay down your arms, and surrender.” Longenberg, then you can leave here!”!

“It’s that simple? Let’s let us go here?” Major Bertiano was somewhat unbelievable.

“Yes. It’s as simple as Major Bertiano.”

“Ah, I know.” Major Bertiano suddenly realized: “You will shoot at us behind us when we leave!”

Wang Weizhen is crying and laughing. Time is very urgent for them, and the followers will arrive soon. But in front of the Italians, they must not show any tension: “Mer Bertiano, you can trust the German general’s guarantee, we will not do things that are so humane behind the scenes.”

Major Bertiano was relieved: “Oh, I don’t like war either. I accept the advice of General Almank. I will let my soldiers put down their weapons. Ah, can I see General Almank? I I have never seen a true German general.”

“No, General Almank is very busy.” Wang Weizhen said with a blank expression: “I must report your decision to the general. 15 minutes · Major Bertiano, from now on you have only 15 minutes left.”

When he finished, he left the Italians and swayed. . . . . .

When he returned to his position, Max and the German commandos could not wait to meet: “Major, did the Italians accept the surrender proposal?”

“They will come out of Lungenberg after 15 minutes.” Wang Weizhen said with a smile.

The commandos broke out for a while.

It’s too hard to imagine, they are still less confident after getting the command of attacking Rangenberg. Surprise and storm are two different concepts.

But when the attack started, they saw that the Italians were far more powerful than their own Italians. There was no command and effective resistance at all.

When there was not much time for the battle, Major Moyol decided to personally persuade him to be opposed by the commando. Max and Allan volunteered to take the dangerous task for the major.

However, Major Moyol categorically rejected their kindness. In the opinion, no one here is better than knowing the Italians themselves. I don’t know how to let the Italians surrender in the quickest way.

The commandos were worried about the majors, and some of them even thought that the major could not survive. . . . . .

However, the majors not only came out well, but also brought good news of the Italians surrendering. This time, each commando watched the face of Major Moyol completely changed. They are strange, respectful, and adored. When the major recognized him for the first time, he seemed to have no fear of anything, and everything seemed to him to be able to do it.

Follow him. Maybe it can really create more miracles. . . . . .

After waiting for about ten minutes, the commandos saw a large number of Italians who laid down their weapons and walked out of Lungenberg. German commandos face each other, God, do you really have such a weak army? They didn’t even do any research, just relying on the words of the enemy side, they actually thought that there were so many offensive troops.

The Italian soldiers are relaxed and seem to be having nothing to do with them. Some of them even whistled.

Major Bertiano was the last one to come out. In any case, surrender was surrendered and he had to maintain the grace of an Italian officer.

“Major Major, according to General Almank’s orders, all the Italian soldiers of the Alberto Infantry Battalion have put down their weapons and surrender. Lungenberg is now yours, and I hope that your dreams will abide by your promises. Major Bertiano cautioned that the Germans could not shoot behind them.

“Of course, you can rest assured at this point.” Wang Weizhen replied easily.

Major Bertiano looked around: “General Almanck and your people?”

“It’s everywhere.” Wang Weizhen smiled and pointed around: “I can let them appear from the hiding place, but I think when they appear, I’m afraid there will be some unpleasant things happening.”

“Ah, then you don’t have to,” Major Bertiano said hurriedly.

An entire Italian battalion chose to surrender without any resistance and handed Longenberg to the newly formed Skulls commando.

Unbelievable things, from the first day of the emergence of Major “Moyol”, happened one after another. It seems that the major was born to create a miracle.

“I’m going to find all the petrol right away, we don’t have much time.” Wang Weizhen immediately issued such an order after the Italians left.

“Are you still going to do a big job here?” Guo Yenfeng, who knows nothing about The Drifter, guessed what the other party wanted to do.

Wang Weizhen smiled coldly: “After our ass, we followed a lot of pursuers. Where we went, they chased where. We taught the French, taught the Italians, and now, it is the turn of the Americans. It!”

Guo Yenfeng couldn’t help but smile.

Now, it’s the turn of those arrogant Americans!