The French army was still immersed in the victory of World War I. At least they set up fronts, they still looked the same. Outside the solid "fast front", there was thick thunder and dense barbed wire.

Looking at these, American soldier Jody Fellen had to sneer.

"What a thing? It's not friendly to our Federation of China. Look at your promising prospects. Even the barbed wire is still such a cliché. The barbed wire is never seen before, idiot!"

Although they looked down on the French soldiers in their stomachs, they were just outside the French base and had to show their identity.

"Don't shoot, we are Americans..."

The long shouts made the searchlights in the French base, which had been sweeping in the sky, immediately brightened the place where they hid.

"Let's go out and throw the gun underground. God bless these Frenchmen to avoid being nervous. It's better to see clearly that we are black people!"

In the light of the searchlight's eyes, Jody Fyken threw down his weapon, and Benny beside him also threw the weapon in his hand aside. The two of them shouted loudly with their hands happily.

"Don't shoot, we are Americans, we have important intelligence!"

On the battlefield at night, there were many soldiers with nerve allergies. After finally escaping the attacks of the Germans, it would be too unfair if they were beaten to death by the French.

"Hold your hands up and don't move!"

The armored steel and cement-made large iron doors at the entrance of the base were separated to both sides, revealing a small opening that only allows one person to enter and exit. Then a small team of French soldiers ran out from there, and it can be seen from here that there were machine guns on the iron door.

"Don't move, lie on the ground..."

Perhaps not used to speaking English, the American language in French soldiers' mouths was so ugly. A moment later, the disarmed Jodi and Benny were taken to the officer on duty at night together. After seeing the officer's hand in front of him, Jodi immediately felt relieved.

Seeing that there was no one around, he placed his hand on his left chest and shook it gently. The person he faced reached out and bounced on his hat three times. At the same time, he looked surprised and saw the ring on Jody's finger.

It was a dragon ring made of titanium. This ring, which is the dragon clan's logo, naturally applied for an appearance patent, and was also guaranteed by the bosses of various gangs in the underworld that no one would have time to counterfeit such a dead ring.

"Where is the brother's house?"

"China's China!"

"Who is the oldest person at home?"

"Being out for many years!"

After a few cuts, the two of them took down the ring in their hands and put them together. The words on the ring circle can tell their origin and identity.

"You are troubled by my brother, everything is fine here! My surname is An. Tell me if you need anything!"

When he said these words in Chinese, Jody felt relieved. He knew that at least he had a root at this base. According to the rules of the Chinese Association, since he was his brother, he could fight to the death to protect him no matter what. Even if he met on the battlefield and killed the other party, he had to remove the ring and handed it to the branch he belonged to.

The second half of the officer's sentence means that there are many close friends in this military camp, and they can protect the safety of their brothers under any circumstances. In this case, some relevant departments of governments in various countries have actually received reports from the Chinese Association. Without betrayal, they have also obtained some similar secret agreements.

Among the military personnel in the Chinese Association, these things are their common secrets. If they are said, they are the punishment of military regulations, but the three swords and six holes in the association and the expulsion. In the Western world, it also indicates death.

After recognizing his brother, Jody reported the situation he had just encountered to the officer in front of him in English.

"...This is what we are facing. If I guess correctly, these guys may want to get into the missile base. If you plan to go, I'm afraid I'll have to get faster..."

In addition to obtaining this information, the French army immediately reported to the commander of the defense zone. However, at this time, the commander could no longer care about the report from this small base, because he had just received the news that the Germans were attacking!

Due to radio interference, the French Command could only contact the front line posts through telephone. However, starting from the first call to the police, there were fire of gunfire in every phone leading to the French Command.

According to common sense among soldiers, there must be a large-scale war on the other end of the phone.

The voice of the person who answered the phone opposite was as if it was coming from the bottom of the water, and it was hard to hear clearly in the face of the fierce guns and cannons.

In fact, this was just a trick played by Major Otto Stolzne. His men secretly connected to the extension on the French telephone line. All the calls from the headquarters were passed through their switches. Then, the tape with the sound of the battle was played out by the portable recorder.

Essentially, this was just a "phone attack". Especially when this plan was unintentionally consistent with the German army's real plan to deceive the enemy, it immediately received full support from the German General Staff.

Seeing his teammates showing success at him and holding up a cigar, Otto Stolzne was still speaking playful words in smooth American English.

"Ah, I see these French playboys. They have to spend half an hour to figure out the truth or falsehood of this matter. But after half an hour they figured it out, the real attack began. Don't worry, my comrades-in-arms, they don't have the chance to take care of us!"

The "Storm Commando" who still wore US uniforms, but had removed the military police logo, became a communications soldier. They attacked some communications hubs and then began to spread rumors on these hubs.

As a result, this lie was very successful. The French did not care about the safety of the missile base, but kept adding troops to the frontier post. As for the missile base, there were naturally people pretending to be there, asking the phone number of those who disturbed their dreams, and complaining a series of complaints.

"We're fine here, everything is fine and quiet. Let's take care of your affairs!"

Under the threat of the gun, the surviving French correspondents answered the interrogation calls, impatient tones and yawning sounds, and even received temporary training from the "Storm Commando" who stayed here.

"Let's launch a missile?... The target has been faxed... Of course, sir, we will launch an attack as planned..."

In such boring conversations, the French's missile base was officially out of line, and the French who had not yet realized this was about to encounter a real attack from the Germans!

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The nervous front-line soldier was disturbed by the phone, and at the same time, he felt relieved and came out of the bunker one by one, laying on the sandbag with peace of mind, breathing the air that was so wet and fragrant with grass.

"Damn Germans, are they crazy?"

The French infantry lying on the sandbag twisted their stomachs for no reason and looked at the German front in the distance. There was no light or any sound there.

The searchlights on the French front guarded the front line faithfully, and there was no trace of movement in the light.

"Fuck, you can have a good night's sleep now. Now those German bastards must be laughing at us. Just a few agents deceived those stupid officers, the French can't sleep at night... These bastard German guys..."

He murmured in his heart that after the cigarette in his mouth turned into cigarette butts, the French soldiers were really dozing off. Some soldiers on the sandbags had already made a slight snoring sound at this time.

But in front of their front line, behind the "fast front" between the Germans and they believed. At the airport, the pilot sat next to his fighter plane and had completed all the takeoff preparations. They sat in the comfortable chairs brought by the ground crew, drinking coffee. Or going to a nearby place where the lights could not be shined, to solve the feeling of comfort caused by drinking too much coffee.

The "Razor Rotor Attack Plane" was the first strike force on the French front, and the pilots were already sitting in the cabin at this time. The only way to avoid the surveillance of French spies, these fighter jets were not activated. Hundreds of "Razors" were parked at the airport in a dark state. If they were not activated, no one would notice that they could take off at any time.

Hawkeye airships were pulled and moved by cars on the open ground. In order to avoid the opponent's radar, these airships were parked in an open place in advance. The airbags filled with hot air generated huge lift and were controlled by the full-leading aid device. When the war came, as long as the metal clip was released, they would quickly appear in the air.

The tanks quietly drove out their bunkers, and the tanks inserted some fresh branches that were cut down and inserted outside the armor that was wet with dew in an instant, so that tomorrow's charge would have more hidden possibilities.

The artillery commanders also stared at the watches on their wrists. The German gunners squatting near the cannons had already completed all preparations. They could use their shells to turn the French defense line into a crater at any time.

The equipment that began the war had already appeared at this time when the Germans and the French front. Some thick rocket launchers were placed there under manual movement, and minesweeping rockets that used detonation cables to perform mine-sweeping operations were all ready for launch.
Chapter completed!