Chapter 1636: Young and old handsome

“Stop talking nonsense and let’s talk about business first.

Enschel was obviously not willing to waste his time on such nonsense as shooting troublesome prisoners. He came to Wittmann because he had something serious to do.

"The preliminary interrogation results are out. These Americans are half a regiment, and they also brought a total of 24 tanks. What you killed over there plus what we solved here, the number is not too much, not too little. None of these garbage tanks escaped, they were all eliminated by us."

"The leader is a U.S. Army major. His name is, well, what's his name? Jackson? It seems like this."

"According to his account, after they captured the beachhead, they met with the local French guerrillas hiding in the nearby jungle. These French guys are all locals and they deployed defenses on the terrain and roads, as well as some of our basic troops. The situation is well understood.”

"These French guys led these Americans and went straight to the town to kill them. Just as we expected, their mission was to seize the town and connect the beachheads in the north and south. What we have here is now equal to It's a salient wedged into their line."

"They planned to call in air support and naval gun support, but there were some problems and they failed. You can say that we were lucky, but you can say that these Americans don't have this ability themselves.

"This guy said that the US military on the beach is still gathering troops, and subsequent waves of attacks may come soon. If this is the case, they will definitely be bombarded by planes and artillery. They have already suffered a loss once and cannot expect to do it a second time. "

"The defenders in the city have a few anti-aircraft guns, but it's not enough. Those Allied forces may throw the entire aircraft carrier's aircraft on our heads. If we piss off these bastards, we will be served by the battleship. Maybe, this is a strategic location. Even if it is completely broken into pieces, it is better than being held in our hands. This is not a place that can be defended for a long time, and something must be done. "

Wittmann probably understood what Enschel wanted to express. He pointed to the battle zone map pressed on the King Tiger's body in great detail, but there was still one thing that needed to be confirmed by Enschel.

"So, what do you say? Do you want to evacuate people, or do you want to set out now and drive the Americans on the beach into the sea?"

At this point, there are only these two options. Wittmann can't think of any cool tricks that can be done after the battle has reached this point. Enschel definitely doesn't want to stay here and act like a bastard. , that's not his fighting style.

"I personally prefer to retreat immediately. We don't have enough troops. A battalion of heavy tanks still lacks artillery fire and aircraft cover. Even if we count the infantry we brought and the beaten National Defense Forces, it's impossible. This is the current situation of driving these Yankees into the sea under the cover of naval guns and carrier-based aircraft.

Hearing this, Wittmann couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Then why do we have to defend the town if that's the case? Isn't this unnecessary?"

Enschel did not laugh out loud like Wittmann, and the expression on his face remained calm.

"You know why, an order is an order, and we only have the power to execute it without questioning it."

The order to help defend the town and wait for follow-up orders was personally issued by Rommel to the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion. This elite SS heavy armored unit was the closest unit to the frontline of the firefight in the Normandy theater. If Rommel wanted to control the occupation now, he would have to use the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion, so an override order was sent directly to Enschel.

"I've already reported the situation, but the reply telegram hasn't come yet. It's up to us to decide what to do next. It depends on what orders the people above give."

Enschel wanted to lead his people to evacuate from this dangerous place immediately. Who knew what the anxious Allied troops would do next to this poor, palm-sized town.

Although Enschel is fanatical, he is not a fool. Most of the time, he is still in a calm state, and he can clearly distinguish the priorities of things and what should be done and what should not be done.

But as Enschel said, it was not up to him and Wittmann to decide whether to withdraw or fight.

All he could do was report the first-hand news he had just learned and wait for the next order to be conveyed.

But at this very moment, in the distant Rommel headquarters, another scene that neither Enschel nor Wittmann could have imagined was happening.

"You have already made a mistake once, Rommel, you can't do this! The 101st Heavy Armored Battalion is one of the few elite heavy armored forces we have. This is the unit that the capital of Lianyuan often interferes with! You send them to the beach, this is Send them to the road of destruction! Have you ever thought about the terrible consequences of doing so?"

The person standing in the office yelling at Rommel was Lundstedt, who had just arrived non-stop in the dust.

The two "Longshuai", an old man and a young man, didn't say a word when they met. They started quarreling over how to use the troops next. What they heard was that the staff officers who were anxiously reporting outside the door did not dare to act rashly, let alone act rashly. Talk about breaking and entering.

"I've thought about it and I've thought about it very seriously."

"We have this key salient in our hands. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to drive the Allied forces off the beach. If we do nothing today, or even choose to be cowardly, the entire Normandy coast will be full of that by this time tomorrow. I’m helping the Allies. I’m even less willing to see such a scene and consequences than losing the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion.”

Rundstedt could see the blazing flames in Rommel's eyes. It was the madness of eager to undo the mistakes he had made before, to turn the offensive around and offset the defeat with success.

The experienced Rundstedt had seen this kind of look more than once in other young people who were not Rommel, but most young people with such eyes and anger would not end well. Making the same mistake again and again, like a gambler who loses his mind and loses irreparably, is the final result with a high probability.

Rundstedt took a deep breath and knew that it would be impossible to stop Rommel, who was arrogant and arrogant, on his own.

Lundstedt took out the pistol from his waist and slapped it on the table. Determined to stop Rommel's crazy momentum, Lundstedt had already taken the weight and said: He doesn't care even if his face is torn to pieces today. .

"While I am on the phone reporting to the head of state, if you want to stop me with a gun, please do so. Even if I am shot to death by you, I will never watch you send precious troops into the enemy." in your pocket!”