Sources of material resources are constantly transported from Germany, including the most urgently needed sleepers, rails and rivets.

The railway near Kimont was repaired, and Augustus von Mackenson's 2nd East Prussian Infantry Army and tanks also arrived. Teams of neatly-shaped soldiers got off the train, and their confident expressions made everyone feel much more at ease. Seeing the tanks covered with canvas, Chen Tian even had the urge to go up and kiss those iron lumps. After experiencing bloody battles between machine guns and bayonets, he regretted not bringing these steel monsters at the beginning. Although there were all kinds of problems and concerns on them, they were so strong and fearless compared to the flesh and blood of the soldiers.

After General Markensen and his troops arrived, Matthew boarded the train back to East Prussia with his wounded soldiers and several divisions with the most severe losses. Russian prisoners of war were also escorted back to Germany after strengthening and expanding the temporary airport. A large number of planes also transferred from East Prussia to Biavestok. The area of ​​Biavestok was built into a fortress group. As a slaughter and pedal for the German army to break into Russian Poland, while the army was resting and preparing for war, Chen Tian and his generals were also actively planning new combat operations.

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After the border battle on the Western Front, the five armies on the right wing and the middle road wanted to "cut" the sword from Belgium to France.

From the Vosges to Lille, the red pants of 70 French divisions formed a red edge on the French border, and a small yellow chariot composed of four British divisions near their left end. Xia Fei's intention was to make the British Expeditionary Force obey the unified deployment of retreat and to hold on to the Somme of St. Continent. However, this was not in the interests of the British. At this time, four German corps were running towards them. After the first confrontation with the German army, the British Expeditionary Force commander Sir Lenchton lost confidence and believed that the defeat was determined. His only idea was to preserve the expeditionary force composed almost entirely of British trained soldiers and get his troops out of danger. In this way, the British retreated to Leccato and prepared to retreat to St. Continent and Noiron the next day.

Cluke's army followed the retreating British army and made a breakthrough in the defense line of the British and French coalition forces. In addition, in order to encircle the British army, he ordered his two right-wing corps to march southwest and fought fiercely with the British and French troops in Lecato. The British lost nearly 10,000 people and dozens of cannons in one day. At the same time, the French troops on this defense line were also forced to retreat.

The official communiqué of the German Command announced: "After the successive victory, the German army had entered France from Cambray to the Vosges." "The enemy has been completely defeated and no strong resistance can be carried out against the German advance."

This elite German army with millions of troops entered France with great momentum. They drove a 120-kilometer-wide area along the long white roads in northern France and marched towards Paris in a mighty manner. At the front was Cluke's army, whose mission was to surround the Allied Powers.

The French are retreating in full swing!

Every time the French soldiers took a step back, their hearts were filled with great pain of further giving French territory to others. In some places, French soldiers walked past their homes and understood that in another day, the Germans would break into their homes. The troops who had been struggling with their paces were scattered and they no longer wanted to sing passionate Marseille songs. They walked silently, and the soldiers looked haggard, thirsty and hungry. The cavalry had their boots brightly and their military uniforms were dazzling, but now they were muddy and covered in blood, shaking on the saddle, and were so tired that they were dizzy that the soldiers were so sleepy that they couldn't even raise their heads. Wherever they went, they seemed to be unsolved, and they were countless in their hearts, and they were as vast as in their dreams.

The French Chief of Staff Xia Fei tried his best to stop all French troops from retreating, and at the same time transferred his strength to the left to stop the Cluke Army's encirclement operation and prepare to launch a counterattack from there. He drew out an army of troops to Amiens, where he formed a large army with the British Expeditionary Force and the French Fourth and Fifth Army to re-launch the offensive in the future - the 6th Army. At the same time, he ordered the three French troops who were retreating to try their best to maintain a continuous front, carry out short and fierce counterattacks, block or delay the German advance until the counterattack troops launch a counterattack. Under the guidance of Xia Fei's strategic thinking, the French regiments were filled with the ears of "retreat and fight". They must block the enemy's pursuit, and gain time to reorganize the team and rebuild a strong front. This requires a defender battle, although such a defender battle is almost a moth to a flame.

On the way forward of the German main force, the French 5th Army, which escaped from the disastrous defeats of Charleroi and Sambur, tried hard to gather the defeated forces again during the retreat. In the middle, the French 3rd and 4th Army retreated step by step, defending if they can, and dragging if they can, and retreating while fighting.

The German soldiers and generals were surprised to find that the retreating French troops were becoming more and more brave. The French soldiers were no longer carrying out a wide range of offensive battles in the mysterious jungle on foreign lands. They had returned to their own country to fight to defend their motherland. They passed by the land they were familiar with, and they saw their fellow villagers, the fields, barns, and village paths, all of them.

The French learned lessons from their painful experiences and improved their tactics. They began to dig trenches, and the Germans' straight rushing to Paris slowed down. However, the entire French war situation was still developing in a direction that was not conducive to the Allies, and the French capital was already in danger of siege.

In Paris, the roads are empty, shop doors and windows are closed, and buses, trams, cars, and taxis are all gone.

The capital city will not fall? Should the government evacuate? These issues that have been hidden in the minds of ministers since the border battle have now been open and tensely discussed.

Xia Fei believed that the situation was not good, the French army's blockade failed to meet his expectations, and the British were "mobile" and could not stop the German army from advancing, and Paris was under serious threat. He suggested that the government evacuate so as not to attract enemy troops to attack the capital because it continued to stay in Paris.

The cabinet convened a meeting to hold a fierce debate on the issue. Many advocated staying in Paris, and they believed that if the government evacuated, it would have spiritual despair and even revolutionary consequences; others advocated evacuation, and they believed that the government could not take the second risk and besieged in the capital like in 1870.

After a quarrel, everyone agreed that Paris must be set up for defense and Xia Fei must follow the action. As for whether the government should leave or stay, the cabinet still had different opinions and could not argue.

On a clear morning, more than a dozen German planes bombed Paris for the first time, scattered leaflets, and told the Parisians: The German army was at the city, and like in 1870, "You have no way out, you can only surrender!"

Since then, a batch or several batches of planes have come to harass each day, and the Parisians have cast a shadow of failure in their hearts.

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In northern France, on a piece of grass not far behind the Cluke Army Front, several planes slowly landed, and their wings looked bloody and red under the setting sun.

After the plane stopped, several young pilots couldn't wait to jump out of the cockpit.

"Frier! What's the result of today?" A ground crew greeted the German eagles with a smile.

The name Frier returned with a relaxed look on his face and said, "I only saw one French plane all day today. The pilot must be a coward. He ran away without looking back when he saw me. I chased him far away before knocking him down!"

"Hahaha!" The other pilots laughed, and they were very relaxed now. At the beginning of the war, the Allies had a total of 500 aircraft, of which Britain and France accounted for the vast majority, but they were basically reconnaissance aircraft and cascaded aircraft, and there were very few weapons. In terms of the Allies, Germany alone had aircraft far exceeded the total number of aircraft from the Allies. Most of the aircraft on the Thomas Post Office were recalled before the outbreak of the war. The German army on the Western Front alone invested more than 600 aircraft, including nearly 200 reconnaissance/cascaded aircraft equipped with light weapons, and more than 170 combat attacks from 5 squadrons.

6 squadrons had more than 200 bombers. In the first half of the month, British and French aircraft dared to frequently dispatch, but German aircraft quickly caused them to suffer heavy losses. In addition, after the British navy was attacked by German air force, most of the British aircraft were transferred back to the mainland. In early September, there were only dozens of French aircraft left on the French battlefield. For these German pilots, they performed some reconnaissance and ground attack missions every day. It was very rare to encounter a French aircraft. Even if they encountered it, French aircraft with almost no defense power could only escape in panic.

A young pilot who looked to be in his early 20s followed behind everyone, lowering his head as if thinking about something.

"Manfred, why are you so depressed alone?" an older ground crew shouted at him, but the young pilot did not make a sound and continued to walk forward silently.

His full name is Manfred Alberish Frechtv von Richthofen, and he was born to Major Alberish von Richthofen and his wife Kuningude. "Ricthofen" means "justice and integrity". This surname was given to him by the Holy Roman Emperor Leopold I. Manfred is the oldest of the major's three sons, and he also has an older sister named Ils, who inherited the baron from his elders.

The title was 11 years old and entered the Young Military Academy of Hallstedt for military training. He was later recommended to study at the Royal Army Academy. Manfred was an outstanding athlete. He had a clear mind, excellent cultural scores, and even won scholarships. Due to his outstanding equestrian talent, Manfred originally planned to serve in the cavalry after graduation, but he found that he was assigned to a strange force - the aviation unit belonging to the East Prussian Legion.

At the beginning, the young Manfred had no good feelings for this new weapon except novelty. He had always yearned for the feeling of riding a war horse on the battlefield. He was even bored with the day-to-day flight course. In his opinion, the narrow and oily cabin of the plane could not be compared with the horse's back. He did not understand why he came here, nor why he stayed here. In the eyes of the instructors, Manfred was a very ordinary flight student, without innate flying talent, and did not care about the performance of the aircraft. He was full of cavalry tactics rather than flight actions and aircraft formations. They were really surprised why the Prince of East Prussia specifically told them to train this strange guy, but they did not raise any objections to this, nor did they tell Manfred.

It took two months for Manfred to complete the pilot course and board the plane for the first time in the passenger seat. Due to his unskilled driving skills, he only flew alone for the first time half a year later. It was the end of 1911, and Manfred was under 20 years old.

After tossing and turning for a few nights, Manfred submitted an application to transfer to the cavalry unit.

His instructor did not comment, but the application was quickly delivered to Chen Tian.

Two days later, the young pilot who dreamed of becoming a cavalry was received by the Prince of East Prussia.

Manfred looked at the prince who was only a few years older than him in front of him. The legendary wealth was even greater than that of the Berlin royal family. He established a regime in Turkey that was completely on the side of Germany. Almost half of the rumors in East Prussia were around him. Of course, he was also the founder of the aviation force.

"Sergeant Manfred, can you tell me why you want to be transferred to the cavalry?"

Manfred looked at the legendary prince in front of him, his expression was very calm, holding a spoon and gently stirring it in the exquisite coffee cup.

"Dear Prince, I don't think I'm suitable to be a pilot. Being a knight has been my dream since I was a child!" Manfred replied respectfully.

"Knight? It's not a hero who stays on horseback to be considered a knight! Can you tell me about the role and tactics of the cavalry in your eyes?" The prince glanced at him and turned his gaze back to the coffee cup. Perhaps, people should give this prince an elegant name - Prince of Coffee.

"The cavalry acted quickly and had a fierce impact. It can be used to attack the enemy's frontal impact and flank encirclement, and can also travel long distances to conduct raids!" Speaking of the cavalry, Manfred seemed very excited, as if the cavalry charge was right in front of him.

"Very good! This is indeed a characteristic of cavalry! Have you ever studied heavy machine guns, such as Maxim?"

"Yes, Your Highness Prince! I operated this heavy machine gun when I was in the military academy, and some aircraft also had similar weapons!" Manfred thought that the prince would ask him about heavy machine guns. In his opinion, heavy machine guns are good defensive weapons, but they are too bulky, lack accuracy, and consume a lot of ammunition. However, the prince did not continue asking, but took him to a test site near the castle.

A strange truck drove out of the warehouse, the body was wrapped in steel, the cab was wrapped tightly, the carriage had no roof, the carriage wall was surrounded by steel plates of 1 and a half meters high, and there were two square holes on each of the three walls of the cariage, and the black machine muzzles were extended out of the holes.

Manfred followed the prince to climb into the carriage, where six Maxim heavy machine guns and several boxes of bullets were placed.

The car turned around in the test site and then slowly stopped.

"Making and maintaining 1 such an armored vehicle is equivalent to recruiting and training 15 cavalrymen. If you were a commander, would you choose 1 armored vehicle or 15 cavalrymen?"

Manfred thought while stroking the steel wall of the car. He had to admit that the speed of this armored vehicle was not much slower than that of the cavalry, but its protection and firepower were far higher than that of the cavalry. Before he could answer, the prince asked again: "If there are 100 heavy machine guns on the enemy's position, how many cavalry do you think it is necessary to occupy the opponent's position, and how many such armored vehicles do you need?"

Manfred's eyes were filled with frustration at this time.

"Your Highness, isn't knights needed in this era?"

"No, Sergeant Manfred, the knight is not a simple person to add horses. As long as you have the spirit of a knight, it doesn't matter what you are under your seat! Isn't it more like a fearless knight when flying an airplane at 10 times the speed of the horse, and shooting down enemy planes one by one, and shooting enemy infantry on the ground?"

After Manfred woke up, he devoted himself to the study of aircraft performance and flight technology.

Before and after the war, as the Russian air force was far weaker than that of Britain and France, several flight squadrons of the East Prussian Army's aviation team were transferred to the western front to strengthen the air strength there.

Manfred had been promoted to the rank of lieutenant at this time. He was transferred from East Prussia to the western front with his flight squadron. When they started to perform flight missions in the French sky, it was difficult to see the Allied planes. For half a month, Manfred and his "hummingbird" had almost zero record. He was bored with the French soldiers and artillery positions that used machine guns to shoot the ground on the ground every day. What he expected was to fight like a knight, rather than bullying some little sheep who could not fight back.

After the news of the navy's attack on the Port of Pascal Flo in Britain, everyone was very proud of the navy's achievements. These pilots also envied the pilots on the aircraft carriers, who happily threw bombs on the heads of the British warships, and they shot French infantry nesting in the trenches every day. Many pilots began to apply for transfer to the Navy Air Force. Although Manfred had the same idea, he still remembered the words left to him by the Prince of East Prussia two years ago:
Chapter completed!