Annihilate 100 Million Enemies and Advance to Victory

Judging from the news that was forwarded in the group chat recently, Jiang Jiang is even worse than imagined. He is basically sitting at the same table as Wang, and is even worse than Wang. The latter has been a righteous man after all.

Well, my pen name changed from Que Dade to Que Dade, right? 😰 I don't worry about not recognizing it.

😒You guys might as well call Maomao Que Xiaode

I still want to see the Yellow River, but this is not a good idea

I like abstract time travel so much

I don't know how many days the author will be able to hold on to it, but I didn't dare to follow up on the last book that was updated by chance.

All the tickets are given to you, please update as soon as possible

Fans who ran By the way, is Chen Yong qualified to humiliate Maurice on the spot? 🤐🤐🤐 After almost sleepless galloping, Prince Charles Bonaparte's car finally arrived at this deep underground command center located north of Paris and far away from the front line in the afternoon. On the way north from Toulon, the content of the telegrams he received became more and more disturbing. Although the land bridge plan is basically ready and the industrial skeleton of North Africa has been formed, at this moment, the crisis in the heartland of the country is worsening at an alarming rate. The entrance to the command base was hidden and heavily guarded, but the atmosphere inside made Ciel frown instantly as he stepped inside. It's a weird atmosphere mixed with anxiety and relaxation. Junior staff officers and signalmen were walking in a hurry, nervousness evident on their faces, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat, smoke and radio static. However, in the area where some senior military officers gathered, there still seemed to be an anachronistic and almost rigid "sense of order" maintained, as if the shocking changes outside were just a slightly larger-scale military exercise. Charles did not stop and went straight to the core command room. Colonel Pierre followed him like the most vigilant sentinel. Pushing open the heavy soundproof door, the scene inside made Ciel's heart sink even more. On the huge situation map, the black arrow representing the German army has been deeply embedded in Belgium. In the direction of the Ardennes Forest, although there are not many marks, some vague and disturbing symbols are looming. Marshal Maurice Gamelin was standing in front of the map, with his back to the door, discussing something in a low voice with several equally elderly generals. His posture still looked "calm". "Marshal Morris." Charles's voice was not high, but it was like a piece of ice thrown into a slightly dull room, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Morris turned around and saw the dusty Charles. A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed across his face, and then he returned to his usual, somewhat alienated politeness: "Your Highness? Why did you come back from Toulon? Over there in the Mediterranean..." "The Mediterranean is calm for the time being, but I don't think so here." Charles interrupted him, and his eyes glanced sharply at everyone in the command room, and finally settled on Morris's face, "I need to know what's going on before. The exact situation on the line is not the information filtered in the briefing. Especially in the direction of the Ardennes Forest, my people received more than one report from the light cavalry reconnaissance unit on the way back, pointing out that clear traces of large-scale German troop activities were found outside the forest." Morris frowned slightly, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Charles's way of bypassing the normal chain of command to obtain intelligence, but he still maintained his apparent calm: "Your Highness, the intelligence work is complicated. Complex, there are inevitably exaggerations and misjudgments. The terrain in the Ardennes is complex, and our army is also active. At present, the main force of the German army is obviously concentrated on the Belgian plains, trying to defeat the coalition forces of our army, the British army, and the Belgian army. As for the direction of the Ardennes... Maybe there are some troops covering the flanks, or even suspected soldiers." Charles stepped forward, approaching the sand table, and pointed his finger heavily at the Sedan area. Use infantry and artillery units as suspects? Morris, what I want is the specific details! The vehicle models, quantity estimates, and activity patterns mentioned in the reconnaissance report! Did your intelligence department conduct cross-checking? Are our planes fighting against the Germans over Belgium, and no one takes a look behind the "sky chasm" where we think we are safe?" His tone became more and more severe, and the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Some staff members held their breath. They had not seen the prince in such an aggressive posture for a long time. Morris' face was a little ugly, and he was accustomed to responding with general remarks: "Your Highness, the battle line is long, and intelligence needs time to be screened. We did receive some sporadic reports, but there is a lack of conclusive evidence that the main German armored forces are there. After all, as you can see, the forest terrain is not suitable. A large-scale armored group assault. I think the German army is conducting more tactical reconnaissance and containment in the Ardennes direction, and its main purpose is to prepare for our possible counterattack from the south flank..." "Prevent us from counterattacking?" Charles almost laughed angrily, he suppressed his anger, "Where will we get the strength to counterattack? ? Our main force is firmly locked in Belgium, and we are going head-to-head with the German Army Group B! Morris, this is not a simulation at the General Staff Headquarters, this is a war! " He was about to continue questioning and ask to see the original investigation. When receiving inspection reports and aerial reconnaissance photos - The large and complex wired communication system in the command room, which was also criticized by many young military officers as being backward and susceptible to interference, suddenly went crazy, with harsh ringtones and buzzer screams representing the highest priority ringing from each terminal almost simultaneously! "Report! Urgent military situation! An urgent call from Belgium!" "The Albert Canal defense line... Collapsed! The German army broke through very quickly, and our army was cut off from the left wing of the British army!" "The direction of Namur was violently attacked by air strikes and shelling, and the defense line was crumbling!" "Our army's positions outside the Liege Fortress suffered heavy losses and are retreating and reorganizing!" The bad news came like hail, and the entire command room was instantly overwhelmed by panic and unbelievable noises. The staff shouted into the microphone at the top of their lungs, trying to confirm the information, and the blue markers on the map were moved or even removed in a panic. Marshal Morris's face instantly turned pale. He tried to maintain order and ordered loudly: "Calm down! Confirm the source! Order the reserve team..." Before he finished speaking, another more deadly and suffocating communication came in, coming from the direction of Sedan. The signal soldier's voice changed due to extreme fear: "Se... Sedan! De The main force of the German army came out of the Ardennes Forest! Countless tanks! The 7th and 11th Imperial Guard Divisions... They resisted for three hours... The German armored forces were pouring across the Maas River! The 17th and 19th Armored Corps... And countless Stukas! " Like a bolt from the blue! The 7th and 11th Imperial Guards Divisions are one of those units that were "reinforced" by Morris and others with the precious B1 bis heavy tanks! They had high hopes and were considered the rock in the defense, but they were defeated head-on in just three hours! There was deathly silence in the command room, except for the noisy sound of electricity coming from the communication terminal, representing collapse and death. Everyone froze, looking involuntarily towards the Sedan area that had just been marked with a huge black breakthrough arrow. Army Group A, the real main force of the German army, actually emerged from the Ardennes Forest, which was regarded as a natural chasm, and tore apart their supposedly solid defense line in one fell swoop! Marshal Maurice Gamelin's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He staggered and held on to the edge of the sand table to prevent himself from falling. The color drained from his face and his lips trembled, but he could not utter a single word. The caution for which he was famous and his entire military philosophy were ruthlessly crushed by reality at this moment. In this dead silence and Maurice's trembling like chaff, Charles Bonaparte moved. He didn't roar, he wasn't hysterical. But that kind of suppressed anger is more frightening than any roar. He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his marshal's hat, which symbolized supreme authority, onto the table covered with maps and documents! A loud "bang" made everyone's hearts shrink. The next second, Charles stepped in front of Morris. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed the old marshal by the collar and almost lifted him up from the ground! His movements were as fast as lightning and so powerful that Morris had no power to resist. "Look at the good things you have done!" Charles's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, biting and cold, and every word was like a tempered steel needle. "You put our most elite armored reserves in the rear to watch the show! You wasted our precious heavy tanks in static defense! You turned a deaf ear to the reports of our scouts! Now, the German armored spearhead has reached the back of the million-strong army in the north. ! Maurice Gamelin!" He stared at the opponent's frightened and distracted eyes and said word by word: "Now, immediately, give all the command of the reserve force to me. You must use all means to withdraw the main force of the French army in Belgium at all costs! At the same time, try to draw as many troops as possible from the Franco-Belgian border, especially those that still have combat effectiveness. I block it! Slow down the maneuver speed of the German armored forces! Even if you use corpses, you have to buy me time!" He loosened his collar slightly, but the pressure in his eyes did not diminish: "Listen, Maurice, if you still want to keep a trace of dignity after the war, if you don't want to be nailed to the pillar of shame as a sinner of France, just do what I say and successfully avoid the millions of troops in the north! I will try my best to protect your reputation in front of His Majesty and the people and let you retire with "honor." But -" His voice suddenly dropped to freezing point, with undisguised murderous intent: "If the northern army group is completely wiped out because of your hesitation or incompetence, I will settle the accounts with you slowly after this battle!" After that, he suddenly let go of his hand. Morris staggered back, almost slumping against his lieutenant, with only despair and resignation on his face. Ciel stopped looking at him and turned to face the officers in the command room who were either frightened, confused, or with a hint of hope. His figure looked unusually tall and firm in the chaotic command room. "I, Charles Bonaparte, in the name of Prince of the Empire and Commander-in-Chief of the Army, officially take over the command of all troops in the northern theater, including the strategic reserves!" His voice returned to its usual calmness, but the willpower contained in it was as solid as a rock, "Open all available communication channels immediately! The order is as follows..." His instructions were given clearly and quickly, and he began to make every effort to save this war that was on the verge of collapse. After taking over the reserves of the 36 armored divisions and a "Special Air Combat Group" that theoretically should have 600 fighters but was actually incomplete, he emphasized the need to immediately replace the D520 fighter jets that had been replaced and had better performance than the MS406. The Fighter Group, as well as the Hawker 75 Squadron that is still capable of combat, totaling about 200 fighters, are prioritized and assigned to the blocking force under his direct command to ensure that they can compete for local air supremacy in key areas and curb the slaughter of ground troops by German Stuka bombers. After the deployment was settled, Charles picked up the military hat that he had thrown off the table, lightly dusted it off, and put it back on his head. His gaze under the brim was as sharp as a knife. "Pierre, let's go." He said to the adjutant who was always following him like a shadow, "Go to the front line. I want to see for myself how powerful the German armored flood is." Without looking at Maurice who was lying on the ground, he strode out of the command post that was filled with the atmosphere of failure and panic, and rushed to the forefront of the already raging battlefield. The most critical moment for the fate of the French Empire has finally arrived, and it seems that he is the only one left who can hold up this crumbling building.

To be honest, this book, even though I often play games such as World of Tanks and have read the history of World War II, feels that your book is just like fictional history and has no sense of immersion.

Logically speaking, the name should be changed to Maomao Chaoshenhe

Update, update, update. Author, you have to believe in yourself and you can update 20,000 words a day.

This book is not as good as that one

I gave you six monthly passes, and then I raised him

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