After deciding to visit the wounded, Lin Youde gave some instructions to the staff officers and officers who stayed behind, then got up and walked out of the headquarters... The French in the same headquarters were not surprised at all, because during World War I, senior officers
It is not unusual for a commander to leave his headquarters during a fierce battle. In the last time and space, the French army's Joffre did it, Pétain did it, the British Expeditionary Force Commander Haig did it, and the German Hindenburg and Falkenhayn did it.
I have done it before, and the Austrian and Russian generals even regard it as a daily routine.
Throughout World War I, Ludendorff was the only commander-in-chief who still maintained his workaholic character and was not elegant at all.
Lin Youde is accompanied by Shen Ji with a radio, so he can keep in touch with the headquarters wherever he falls.
As soon as he walked out of the headquarters door, Lin Youde saw Sera sitting under the wall next to the door looking at the ceiling in boredom, with several maids standing beside her.
The little guy seemed startled when he saw Lin Youde coming out. He jumped up from the ground and turned around to run away, but was stopped by Lin Youde.
"Sierra!"
The little girl stood there and looked at Lin Youde.
"Are you just going to stay in the corridor like this when I don't let you into the headquarters?"
nod.
Lin Youde immediately burst out with fatherly love. He picked up the little guy and put it on his shoulders, then waved to the maids waiting for them to leave.
"Let's go out and play."
As soon as Lin Youde finished speaking, Foch behind him questioned: "Going out to play? We are going to see the wounded soldiers. It is better not to let children see such a scene."
"I'm not a child anymore." Sierra's voice was obviously unhappy.
"Yes, our Sera is already sixteen years old." After saying this, Lin Youde turned to look at Foch, who still had something to say. "When the wounded soldiers see such a cute little sister Shen Ji visiting them, they will also
I'm so happy. As a goddess, it's my duty to boost morale."
So Foch said nothing more.
Josephine, on the other hand, had an expression of "I knew it would be useless to say anything" from beginning to end, and did not express her position.
In the headquarters of the German Second Army, General Bulow was looking at the subordinates in front of him one by one in the reception room.
"You said that the reason why we couldn't capture that damn ferry was because the Chinese troops were stationed there?"
"Yes, their firepower configuration is too strong," a major general took the lead in answering Bulow's question. "The Chinese have more machine guns in one division than our entire army. The prisoners told us that they have more than 300 machine guns."
Machine guns, every squad has a submachine gun, and every company has a heavy machine gun platoon. (.) Their units at the regiment level are equipped with a large-caliber long-range machine gun. It can directly penetrate our sandbag bunkers."
"Nonsense!" Biro shouted, "The intelligence from the General Staff pointed out that the enemy you are facing is just a second-class Chinese division! But what you just said is as if you are facing the elite armor of the Marine Corps.
Just like a farmer!"
Several German officers looked at each other. Obviously no one wanted to face the anger of the army commander.
Finally, a major said with a desperate look: "General, the Chinese's tactical thinking is completely different from ours. They place an extreme emphasis on firepower. I believe the intelligence from the General Staff is correct, because the Chinese do not have much artillery support."
.There is obviously a shortage of heavy weapons, but in terms of the configuration of their light weapons...I think their standards are completely different from ours."
"Then according to your statement, aren't their Class A divisions just monsters with heavy machine guns in each platoon and a submachine gun in each hand?" Biro retorted loudly.
This German veteran didn't know. Lin Youde's elite division is really like this. Not only does each person have a submachine gun, but each person also has a Xing40 rifle on his back. Lin Youde's creed is: I would rather destroy an enemy with 10,000 rounds of bullets.
Nor does it involve one life for another - this is the typical US military logic. But Lin Youde likes it very much. And in the system of the Navy Department, the principle that Lin Youde likes is the highest principle.
In fact, during the last war in space and time, various countries gradually understood the importance of firepower. At the end of the war, the number of machine guns in each division of the major participating countries exceeded 300, which was the same as the equipment at the beginning of the war.
The disparity in quantity is extraordinary.
In this time and space, the German army was rather unlucky. The armies on both sides were supposed to have learned the importance of firepower during the war. However, the German army suddenly encountered a squadron that had stolen troops from a hundred years later. Of course, the German army was not used to it.
"In order to capture this position," the major general who spoke first said to the angry-looking Biro, "General, you must provide us with sufficient artillery support, otherwise our attack will be a futile waste of troops."
This request made Biro frown.
"This is impossible," Biro spread his hands, pressed both ends of the huge table, and leaned forward to look down at the rows of subordinates sitting in the rows. "Our stock of artillery shells is running low. It is impossible to do it for one that is almost necessary."
The captured ferry was a waste of heavy howitzer shells. Either you use infantry lives to capture that damn ferry, or you wait for other troops on both sides to make some progress, causing the Chinese to retreat to prevent being surrounded."
Biro looked at his subordinates one by one.
"Choose between a disastrous victory and a dishonorable victory."
The German officers in front of Bülow were silent.
Since the beginning of the war, the mood of "pleasure" seems to have disappeared from the Kaiser's body forever. In the past three months after the war, the Kaiser was either losing his temper or studying the map alone, and then
Otherwise, he would walk around in his huge office nervously, trampling on the expensive Turkish woven rug until it was completely damaged.
And now, he was slamming the table in front of Falkenhayn, Moltke and Ludendorff.
"What does it mean that the intensity of the French army's resistance exceeds expectations?" William II glared at the generals, his face, which could not be said to be pretty, was distorted with anger, "Who told me a few weeks ago that the French army's regular troops would attack us?
Did they collapse quickly in the face of the conventional attack of the British Army? Did they collapse? Look at me and say, did they collapse? You also said that after our army launched a fierce offensive, the British Expeditionary Force would retreat towards the seaside in order to protect itself and prepare to withdraw to defend the British.
London, what about now? Whose army is that army with helmets like straw hats in front of Kluk? In addition, who guarantees me that the ground troops of the Chinese Federation will have to wait at least until spring next year to join the European war?
who?"
After a burst of hysteria, Kaiser Wilhelm II leaned back and fell into his large chair. He looked at the ceiling and took deep breaths, while all the senior German generals in front of him did not dare to say a word.
Germany is a warlord country. No matter how dissatisfied German officials are with Kaiser Wilhelm II, William is still the most powerful warlord in the entire country, and he still holds the power of life and death.
So for a while, the only sound left in the entire office was the Kaiser's deep, heavy breathing, which could not be described as pleasant.
After waiting for a while, Falkenhayn saw that the Kaiser's expression softened a little, and he said: "Your Majesty, judging from various intelligence reports, the French army is very tired. Their war preparation supplies have almost been exhausted, especially the cannon shells.
, based on reports from the front line, the frequency of shelling at various artillery positions of the French army has been greatly reduced, and the density and intensity of the barrages have dropped significantly. If we persist for a few more weeks, we will definitely be able to..."
"Do you think that I won't know the specific situation on the front line if you don't report it to me?" William II sat up slightly and faced Falkenhayn in a sideways posture. "The French army may really want to
We are exhausted, but how can our own situation get better? The officers below you have overstepped their authority and sent the report of the frontline artillery shell emergency directly to the military production department of Zhengfu! If you want artillery shells, you have to go to Bateman.
Got it!"
The expressions on the faces of the German generals showed that they were all thinking the same thing: Which bastard sold us...
"About the artillery shells." Ludendorff took a step forward and said to William II. "In fact, Russia has agreed to sell us a batch of ammunition from the old Tsarist Russian army's inventory. Some of our howitzers can use these Russian army standard ammunition.
…”
"You have reached an agreement with Russia?" Wilhelm II glared at Ludendorff. "Foreign Secretary Zimmermann never reported this to me."
"Well, that's because we did not go through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Instead, our military attache in Moscow came forward to negotiate with the Soviet General Staff..."
Ludendorff controlled his mouth in time - even he, who was always rigid and had no political acumen, could see that this was not the right time to continue talking about this topic.
"You actually bypassed the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..." I don't know if it was influenced by his British mother. As the leader of the Prussian Junker aristocracy, Kaiser Wilhelm II's attitude towards civil servants like Bateman was different from that of other officials.
The Kaiser was very different. In the last time and space, he had always supported Bateman, who was criticized by the military. Otherwise, this politician who gradually realized the harm of war would have been ousted by the soldiers. And the Kaiser in this time and space is obviously
There is the same tendency.
"Forget it this time. I don't want there to be a next time. Diplomatic matters will be left to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. You soldiers can just bring victory to me."
William II paused and spoke again: "So, what are you going to do after you get the cannonballs? Do you have any new plans?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Falkenhayn said, "We have decided to launch the largest offensive since the beginning of the war. In this offensive, we will invest the twenty newly formed infantry divisions and all other infantry divisions in our hands.
Reserve force."
"I hope that the results obtained this time can be worthy of the troops you invested and my expectations." The Kaiser seemed quite weak when he spoke, making people think that his biggest expectation at this time was to quickly find a bed and have a good sleep.
At this time, Moltke, who had been silent, spoke: "Of course, Your Majesty. We believe that this time the war can be ended before Christmas."
Obviously, Little Maoqi did not know that "ending the war before XX Festival" would become one of the most impossible promises in the war to be fulfilled in the next hundred years.
If the Hall of Valor in Nordic mythology really exists, Moltke will definitely meet an American general named MacArthur there and cry and tell him that the name of Christmas Eve is a lie and the war will not change because of Santa Claus.
.In addition, Montgomery and Eisenhower will silently like it...)