On board the command ship of the Normandy Front, Commander-in-Chief Eisenhower received a strange news. Very infuriating news. That rogue General Patton actually transferred all the tank companies. The most abominable thing was to transfer a battalion of troops and five more.
Bow battleship. I don’t know what this rogue general wants to do.
Patton sometimes doesn't play by the cards. It's really a bit infuriating. Just like now. He expects his Snowman tanks to clear the way and serve as cannon fodder, crippling the Nazi second front in one go. Now the Snowman tank armor company has escaped.
.This caused the Allied soldiers on the front line to be attacked by fierce artillery fire. They struggled to hold on and found it difficult to advance or retreat.
Eisenhower was absolutely furious at this time. He desperately asked the communications troops to connect Patton's communications. He wanted to ask one thing clearly. Why did Patton take away a company of Xueman tanks? He knew that the front line was tight now.
It was just that Xueman tanks were needed to take the lead. Fortunately, there were so many less tanks all of a sudden. It would be strange not to vomit blood.
Compared to Eisenhower, who was depressed, Patton gave an encouraging speech before departure, scorning Gou Bin and his elite Marines. At this time, Patton didn't know whether to praise them or ridicule them. But they didn't know whether to praise them or ridicule them.
It is an indisputable fact that people sacrifice themselves in the service of their country. Of course, the dead now also have speech value.
Pat paused and glanced at a battalion of well-prepared soldiers. He raised his throat and said loudly: "Soldiers, you have to remember one thing. The so-called personal heroism is a pile of horse manure. Those who have excess bile and spend all day on Saturday night mail
Guys who are reported to be pooping don’t know any more about real fighting than they do about fucking women.”[
Patton walked in front of the soldiers of the battalion. He was holding a big cigar in his mouth and was very rude. He glanced at his soldiers and said with rare grace: "What is strategy? Strategy is to let your bitch
Raise. Ask him to capture a place. If he can't do it, remove it."
As soon as Patton opened his mouth, he cursed Commander-in-Chief Eisenhower behind his back. Of course, this was just a metaphorical curse. He did not name whom he was scolding. I believe that the soldiers who have followed him for many years know who he is scolding. There is nothing Patton dare not do.
He even used curse words in five or six of his ten sentences. He became a rogue general of the Allied Forces.
"General. We just want to be like the heroes of Cruze. Serving the country. Protecting the country is our duty." Captain Edelman of the assault battalion stood up, saluted and spoke with bloody words. The elite marine was killed in action.
The news has long since disappeared and spread. It blocked the Nazi launchers to protect the United States from atomic bombing. At the same time, it destroyed a Japanese destroyer and a new type of submarine. It has already made a sensation.
Patton shouted military orders directly to Edelman. When Edelman turned his back to him, he kicked him in the butt and said: "I want you to remember. No coward is successful by "sacrifice for the country."
A war is won by making those poor bastards from the enemy country die for their country. Do you understand?"
"Yes. General." Although the meaning of Patton's words has a sarcastic connotation, Patton's words are also quite reasonable. At least all members of the elite marines exchanged a small number for a glorious victory. Although they are missing, missing is equal to war.
Death makes no difference. It doesn't matter where you look for corpses in the vast sea.
Patton continued to instill his theory: "There are two kinds of successful soldiers. One kind of person stands out because of his obedience. The other kind of person stands out because of his personality. I belong to the latter, and so do our great heroes. I am often called upon in times of crisis. .But through my lightning-fast methods and iron-blooded style, I can try to turn danger into safety. I can walk through thorny roads like a smooth road. You can do it too. Little girls, tell me with your balls whether you can do it or not."
The soldiers with high morale recited the military training words of Patton: "There is no room for cowards in our army. All cowards should be killed like mice. Otherwise, after the war, all of them will go home and give birth to babies." More cowards are coming. I am a hero and I am a hero. There are no cowards or cowards in my army. Kill all the cowards. Our country will be a world of warriors..."
"Report. General. The commander-in-chief has called. General, you need to report to the commander in person." When the soldiers were reciting the rogue military training set up by Patton, a correspondent ran over and reported Eisenhower's order. The correspondent glanced unnaturally. Patton. He knows that the commander-in-chief is very angry now. The consequences will be serious.
After hearing the correspondent's report, Patton muttered with a puzzled look on his face: "Eisenhower. What did that guy want to do with me? He didn't listen. He didn't listen. He didn't have time. He just said that I unfortunately fell off my horse and was injured. Now I'm unconscious and going to the hospital." You already know what to say next. If you say the wrong thing, I will shoot you. Get out of here."
"Yes, General." The correspondent saluted with a black line on his face and left. General Patton's words were too strong. He actually dared to rebuff the commander-in-chief like this. Only Patton, a guy who is not afraid of anything, dares to do this. He looks like a dead pig. He looks like he's boiling water. He's a guy who doesn't like diesel, salt, or rice. He likes to do things by his own spontaneity.
After the soldiers finished reciting his military training regulations, Patton raised his throat and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, the last thing I want to receive is a telegram saying "hold the position." We will not hold any position. Let the German devils hold it. Position. I am very poor now. I need gold. Hitler has a lot of it. What do you think we should do?"
"Rob Hitler. Rob Hitler..." The soldiers, instigated by Patton, chanted slogans to rob Hitler. The momentum was really extraordinary. No matter what era, facing the temptation of golden gold, no matter what The righteous general will also fall from this. Not to mention Patton, who plays cards and does not follow the rules.
Patton looked at the soldier he had trained with satisfaction. He held a cigar in his mouth and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Okay. These are my soldiers. Once you have money, you can do whatever you want with women in the future. You can live a happy life." It’s a small day. Edelman, set off immediately. Follow Xueman’s back. If anyone falls behind, don’t blame me for being rude. Let’s set off.”
"Forward battalion, set off." Edelman immediately directed the battalion soldiers to board the long-awaited Snowman tanks. This cavalry armored tank was carefully prepared by Patton. After occupying the Normandy front line in the early morning, Patton was waiting for an opportunity. I have been waiting for a long time. What I have been waiting for is to set out today to clear the way and send out surprise troops to catch the Nazis off guard.
Patton held his cigar in his mouth and left with the forward team. He was thinking about how to get out of the battle here. Patton would not fight with the big team. He completely restricted his unrestrained style of play. Commander Eisenhower's conservative offensive plan was very unsuitable. It's really not suitable for me. At least that's what Barton thinks.
"General. Nazi Western Front Telegram." When Patton was lost in thought, a correspondent ran over and handed a telegram to Patton. After Patton received the telegram, he immediately saluted and turned around to leave. This is the front line. The telegram just sent over there, about the war situation in the Soviet Union and where it was fought.
Patton opened the telegram and glanced at it. He chewed the cigar with his teeth again and again, as if he was trying to taste something. Finally he couldn't help but cursed: "F***. Those guys in the Soviet Union are really fast. They fought so fast. Are they also crazy because of poverty? Or do they already know that the whereabouts of the gold is in Berlin?"
Thinking of that batch of attractive gold, Patton became impatient. It seemed as if that batch of gold was going to be snatched away by the Soviet Union at any time. If the Soviet Union got that batch of gold and made a fortune, the strength of the Soviet Union would definitely increase significantly. This was something Patton never expected. Anyway, it was my own spies who discovered it first.
Patton took off his helmet restlessly. He scratched his head with one hand and cursed: "His grandma came to say hello to Angela in advance and told his team to start taking action quickly. Otherwise, they will be robbed by the Soviet Union." Damn the Soviets. Why are you fighting so fiercely when you have nothing to do?" [
Patton was planning how to seize the gold first. After Eisenhower received the news from Patton's correspondent, he felt ridiculous. He fell while riding a horse and was injured. It was probably true that he didn't dare to see him. Eisenhower felt that Patton had something to do with it. There must be a ghost. I don’t know what he is up to.
"What does this damn gangster want to do?" Eisenhower put his chin on his hands. His face became suspicious. He couldn't figure out what Patton was doing in secret. His mortal enemy Bradley had probably been arrested by this time. He had the urge to shoot Patton, treating his army as a straw man.
On the front line in the third sector of Normandy, the Nazis were making their final fierce counterattack. Tiger tanks were torturing the front lines occupied by the Allied forces. They bullied the Allied forces to land with heavy firepower and so on. They directly ordered the tanks to press forward. Forcibly Even the people and the pit were crushed, leaving behind pools of blood and flesh. It was difficult for the gun to hit the Tiger tank.
At this time, Bradley's glasses were broken on one side. He was pacing back and forth in the trench under heavy artillery fire. He cursed in a irritable mood: "What's going on? Why does the commander-in-chief still have clear news? That old gangster Patton's Where are the tanks. I need tanks. Tanks."
"Report. General. Telegram from the commander-in-chief. Hold your position and wait for the battleships to arrive for bombing." After Bradley finished his roar, the correspondent immediately stood up and picked up the telegram from the general headquarters that he had just received and spoke out Bradley's heart. Dejectedly adhering to the order, Bradley didn't know how long he could hold on under the abuse of the Tiger tank.
Boom~Boom...Boom...The ground shook and a lot of rocks fell. Bradley squinted his eyes. The orangutan's face looked like a humanoid gorilla. The three stars on the helmet had already been removed. The mud was covered with a thick layer. The tea cup on the table turned into a thick layer of mud and water.