Of course there is, but Wittmann's next question has nothing to do with equipment.
After gesturing for Kegel to follow him to a deserted place, Wittmann made sure that no one else could hear him, and then asked Kegel softly.
"What is the situation now? Rumors are spreading everywhere that the Allied forces on the opposite side are about to attack. There is no response from above. They just ask the troops to improve their combat readiness, but we have no idea what is happening. Do you have any advice here?
Nothing to reveal? Huh?"
Wittmann didn't like rumors. Rumors would shake the morale and morale of the army and make soldiers in preparation for war think wildly.
No matter how steadfast a veteran is, he will be affected by rumors. It’s just a matter of the size of the impact. For example, Wittmann himself feels that he is not in a very good state these days. Although he doesn’t say it, he lies in bed at night or is idle.
When I have nothing to do, I tend to make random guesses about the situation.
Rumors stop only the wise, and wise people need to use the truth to stop rumors.
If he wants his armored soldiers to stop spreading rumors, Wittmann, who has become the deputy battalion commander of the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion of the Waffen-SS, needs to know some specific new situations. There must be some information that can be disclosed.
It will be useful if you tell everyone.
Although Wittmann's starting point was good, Kegel looked confused when he heard such a question.
"Honestly, I want to help you, and I also want to tell you something, but I really don't know anything too specific. Do you believe it?"
"...."
Wittmann was speechless, but a little unwilling.
"Don't you always stay in Berlin? Don't you hear any news at all?"
"...."
Kegel did not expect that he would go so far as to talk. Wittmann retreated and continued to ask questions, but he had no choice but to continue speaking.
"I am only saying this to you. If something happens to me, it will be you who leaked the secret. Do you understand?"
"...."
Wittmann did not speak, but the expression on his face gave him the default answer.
The unhappy Kegel put his hands on his hips. In fact, he was very reluctant to say this to Wittmann, who had no close friendship with him. But from another perspective, Wittmann also needed to know certain situations, so that the armored soldiers on the front line would have to wait all day.
It's okay to be suspicious and on tenterhooks, it's out of rational considerations, and Kegel ultimately chose the latter between personal emotion and reason.
"I don't know that clearly. It's just that a friend from the Military Intelligence Bureau drank too much when I was drinking and started talking nonsense. As for whether it is true or not, you have to decide for yourself."
"The news they have is that the Allied forces will launch an attack in May or early June. The specific time is unclear, but a lot of evidence shows that there is such a plan. The Allied forces' headquarters is in Kent, England. I heard that the Yankees have transferred
Several armies came over to form a landing army group, and I don’t know how they got so many ships to transport troops.”
"He also said that the Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces was Patton. He was the one who fought against General Rommel in Africa before. I heard that he was like a wild bull in fighting without any rules, but he was good at using armored troops. This is what the rumor said."
"If I were you, I would prepare quickly, Wittmann. These Allied bastards must not have mobilized so many troops just for sightseeing. The supplies consumed by hundreds of thousands of troops every day are astronomical.
Figures. Once prepared, those Allied forces will not sit on the broken island opposite and wait for a long time, doing nothing. You must be prepared for a tough battle. With the latest equipment just handed over to you, your battalion will
The best armored ace in the entire SS."
It was a great honor for Kegel, who only had a one-time acquaintance with Wittmann, to talk about this. If Wittmann wasn't a celebrity who was highly praised by the head of state, I would have some admiration for this guy and would be happy to call him a friend.
Kegel would not take the risk of leaking the secret and tell Wittmann these dangerous words. These days, everyone is afraid that the SS Gestapo will come to their door.
"So, the news was confirmed? Just recently?"
Today is already May 7th. If what Kegel said is true, then the time for the attack should be approaching.
"Confirmation? Where can I confirm it? I only know Guderian and have no friendship with Canaris. Where can I confirm such high-level information for you? It's good to hear some information. What else do you expect?"
"...."
Wittmann, who had never been involved in the intelligence field, was a little dull in this regard, and he thought that Kegel, who had been in Berlin for a long time, was a little too omnipotent.
But Kegel didn't have time to continue spending time with Wittmann right now. He had to rush to the next unit to get busy with the handover of equipment.
"Okay, Wittmann, let's end our conversation here. I'm going to find Enschel to get the receipt, and then I have to leave. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do today. Take care of yourself.
, I hope that everything will be fine when we meet next time."
Next time? Will there be another time to meet?
To be honest, even Wittmann himself didn't know.
Of course, this lack of clarity is not directed at Kogel. This assistant who has been following Guderian all day long has been waiting to go to work in Berlin. Even the planes and cannons on the front line cannot hit him. At least his life is safe.
.
What Wittmann couldn't guarantee was whether he would survive until the next meeting. I heard that General Rommel lost many troops in Africa and was defeated miserably. Judging from this, those Allied forces should be very capable of fighting, perhaps better than the Russians.
It was still powerful. Wittmann, who had never fought against the Allies before, felt a little unsure. It was hard to say whether he could withstand the coming battle.
"What were you two talking about just now? I saw you and him were whispering for a while by the tree."
Enschel, who had just signed the equipment receipt form and returned it to Kegel, was asking questions. As the commander of the 101st SS Heavy Armored Battalion, he had the qualifications to ask Wittmann.
Looking at the dust all the way as Kegel got into the car and drove away, Wittmann, who was about to say something, didn't have time to say anything. A roar from far to near came straight from the sky.
Buzz - Phew -
"Oh, bastard! Why are these idiots in the Air Force flying so low today? Is there something wrong with their heads?!"
An ultra-low-altitude raiding plane suddenly passed directly over the head, and the roar instantly disturbed the originally peaceful village and caused a lot of complaints.
Compared with the continuous curses around him, Wittmann, who had just raised his head and saw a mark he had never seen before, now spoke with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Could I be dazzled? There are red target targets painted on the wings of that plane!"