Chapter 345 France Don't Cry Part 3
It is now 2 a.m. on April 10, 1940. Lieutenant Rudolph von Heinsberg-Hissman began to pray to God for good luck, so that he could encounter a bad luck ms.406 or hg75 or hurricane. He was sure to deal with these three types of aircraft, and it would be a little troublesome if it was a fire-breathing style.
However, at this time, Rudolf didn't know that the ones who drove the plane were actually not the vanguard of the offensive. The one who really took the lead was the Brandenburg Special Forces adapted from the Miuta Special Forces. At 2 a.m., a commando of nine Brandenburg players had crossed the border between Germany and the Netherlands. The location was near a manor at Heinsberg-Hersmann's house.
Leading the team across the border was Lieutenant William Walther, who was the Brandenburg troops. He and two other players who could speak Limburg and Dutch, dressed as Dutch policemen, while the other six Brandenburg players acted as disarmed Germans (the German-Holsch border is in the Limburg province and Heinsberg counties, and there are no obvious signs in many places, so it is easy to enter the other side’s border). They crossed the border under the cover of night and entered the neutral Netherlands, and then walked towards the town of Hennap 5 kilometers away. There was a railway bridge across the Maas River, which was the target they were trying to occupy!
Unlike another time and space, the German army will not occupy the Netherlands this time, but only "borrowed" Limburg. Limburg is a province in southeastern Netherlands, with its capital being Maastricht. The province happened to be between Belgium and Germany, and the narrowest place is only a few kilometers away. Where William Walther is now traveling, you can walk through the Three Kingdoms by walking a few kilometers.
At this time, they were walking in the countryside of Limburg. The road passed through large farmlands. You could see some beautiful small houses from afar, which were no different from the houses in Germany. There were no pedestrians on the road, and there were no patrolling Dutch soldiers. Although Europe was in war, the Netherlands was a neutral country that was "confirmed" and Queen Wilhelmina was the benefactor of the German Emperor William. So few Dutch people now believe that Germany would invade, so there were not many Dutch troops stationed in Limburg Province.
However, there was still a small team of Dutch stationed on the bridge across the Maas River in Hennape Town. He also foreseen that foreign teams would pass through Limburg, so they installed explosives on the bridge. Once foreign teams invaded, they would explode the bridge.
"It's so quiet here!" A Brandenburg player named Albert Vonk sighed in Dutch.
"It will soon be quiet!" Lieutenant William Walther replied in a low voice, he had already vaguely seen the outline of the bridge. "If everything goes well, the vanguard of the attack on Belgium will pass through the Maas River Bridge in 15 minutes.
All the officers and weapons of the vanguard "Adolf Hitler" guard flag team that invaded Belgium were loaded on several trains parked in Heinsberg County.
Kurt Meyer (Armored Meyer), who once made contributions to the invasion of Poland, was promoted and the first-class Iron Cross, now sitting on the body of a brand new No. 3 assault gun car, waiting for the train to start.
The company he was in (originally belonged to the "Adolf Hitler" guard flag team) was once assigned to the 3rd Armored Division in the Battle of Poland. After the Battle of Poland, it was upgraded to an assault gun company and equipped with 14 No. 3 assault guns, which were very powerful in 1940.
"Captain," a platoon leader under Armored Meyer's army, named Marx. The young man in Winchess was also on a flatbed with Meyer. He was smoking and gave Meyer one. "This time it might not be as easy as fighting Poland, right?"
"Why?" Mayer sniffed a cigarette, "Is the opponent a Frenchman?"
Marx Winchet shrugged, "Isn't this obvious? Poland is a big countryside, Britain and France are industrial powers, and they have many tanks."
"But we have also practiced hard for several months," said Meyer. "The sweat in these months will not be in vain. We are much better than in September last year!"
From the end of the Polish battle last September to March this year, Armored Meyer and his men were undergoing rigorous training. This was an enhanced training after a life-and-death battle on the battlefield, and every officer and soldier knew that when their training was over, it was very likely to fight a bloody and long struggle with the powerful British and French troops.
If they can win, then the Third German Empire will become the leader of Europe and the world, and will last for thousands of years!
If they fail unfortunately, then the country and nation they love will usher in the end!
"We will definitely win," Armored Meyer sucked his cigarette, "because we have leaders, no one can defeat us!"
...
"who are they?"
A Dutch officer standing outside the outpost next to the Maas River Bridge asked loudly. He was surrounded by several Dutch soldiers carrying rifles, all of whom were on night shift tonight.
"The second lieutenant, we were the Germans who accidentally entered the Netherlands, and we were disarmed." Lieutenant William Walther tightly held a loaded Manlisha m1895 rifle, which was a standard weapon of the Dutch border police.
"What equipment should I take if I know it was a mistake?" said the Dutch officer. "Isn't it enough to drive it away?"
"I have paid it all, so I can't give it back to them again, right?" William Walther spoke while pretending to be escorting six "unarmed" German soldiers to approach. "The above said that they would hand them over to you all the foreigners who had caught the wrong ones."
"Leave it to us?" The Dutch officer thought for a while, as if there was such an order, "Okay, take them here." Then he said to the Germans who came to him in German, "Brothers, don't worry, we Dutch people have no hostility. It's just that we have to guard you out of the Treaty of Neutrality, but this does not harm you, at least you will not be killed by the French shells... Huh, aren't you disarmed? Why are you still holding guns? Why are you pointing the gun at me? This is not allowed..."
Before the unlucky Dutch officer could react, a German Mauser pistol was pressed on his forehead. The several Dutch soldiers standing with him were all given a
"You, are you German?" He seemed to understand something, and looked at William Walther in horror, and asked in a voice that was almost crying, "You Germany is going to invade the Netherlands?"
"No, we won't invade, we are friends with the Netherlands." William Walther waved while speaking, allowing several Brandenburg players to rush into the outpost to control the bomb detonation device.
"Not an invasion?" asked the Dutch lieutenant, "what is happening now?"
"Captain, we have cut off the wires (detonation device)." The voice of a Brandenburg member came from the outpost.
William Walther breathed a sigh of relief and said to several Dutch soldiers: "Nothing happened! For the Netherlands, the best situation is that nothing happened now!"
As he spoke, he took out a signal gun and fired a red signal flare into the night sky.
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"Hey, Rudolph, I heard that your father is the minister?"
On a road near the Luxembourg border, there were all kinds of vehicles parked at this time, and there was no sight. On one of the Opel trucks belonging to the SS "Great German" flag team, Gustav Schwarzenegger, who had served as a gunner for armored Meyer, was talking to a pretty handsome young man named Rudolph. Of course, this Rudolph did not have the surname Heinsberg Hessman, but Ribbentrop.
"Yes, my father is the Minister of Foreign Affairs." Rudolf von Ribbentrop replied in a low voice. His father was the Minister, but he is now just an ordinary soldier. He is not a professional soldier who graduated from an officer's school like the Lichtfeld Military Academy, but a supplementary soldier who was recruited before the beginning of the World War. He has just completed the training of a recruit and added to the 11th Company of the "Great German" flag team.
After the Battle of Poland, Gustav Schwarzenegger returned to the SS Officer's School in Brunswick (he entered the school before the war broke out and got out of the army halfway), completed the training he had to receive as a platoon leader, and now he became the second lieutenant platoon leader of the 11th Company of the 11th Company (ss squadron leader of the ss-level commando).
"You are really the son of Minister Ribbintrov." Gustav Schwarzenegger was a little surprised and was only "slightly".
In today's Germany, it is natural for the sons of great men to participate in wars like ordinary people. Even the emperor's eldest grandson William Friedrich Franz Joseph Christian Olaf (who lost his inheritance due to intermarriage with civilians) is now on the front line, not to mention the descendants of those marshals, generals, ministers, and members of parliament.
"Are you scared?" Gustav Schwarzenegger handed a lit cigarette to the son of the Foreign Minister. "Maybe there will be a bloody battle in a few hours."
"There will be no bloody battle in a few hours," Rudolph Ribbentrop took the cigarette and took a sip. "In a few hours, we will only be broken in this Opel truck. If we want to fight, we have to wait for Belgium. The Belgians may fight us, and the Luxembourgs will not fight us... They are a family with us Germans!"
The son of the Foreign Minister analyzed it well. Luxembourg was originally a member of the German Confederacy. It was not until 1867 that it left the Confederacy due to the consequences of the Pakatan-Austrian War, but it was still a member of the German Customs Union until 1919. Therefore, there have always been relatively powerful pro-German forces in Luxembourg, and it is impossible to resist Germany to the death. The Belgians actually would not resist Germany in the desolate Arden forest area in the south. The so-called adventure surprise attack was actually safely passed from an undefensive zone.
Chapter completed!