On July 19, 1940, the Battle of France reached its end.

The last of the French Army, and the largest mobile reserve force they can gather to date, has collided head-on with the most elite head of the German Army, the Guards Corps "Hedra" in an unremarkable French town. together.

The marshals of the Supreme Command of the Third Reich named this battle to crush the last effort of the Third Republic of France as the "Twilight Battle", which was taken from the most famous "Dusk of the Gods" in Nordic mythology.

After supper, the sky suddenly began to drizzle with drizzle. The rainy season of this year came later than in previous years. After two months of clear skies, the French land finally ushered in the first rain of the summer this year.

The raindrops gently fell from the air, not only moisturizing the dry fields, but the fresh and cool air that followed the rain also swept away the boredom of the German soldiers due to the hot and dry for more than a month.

The soldiers greeted the first rain of summer with excitement. They laughed loudly and jumped in the drizzle, as if celebrating a major holiday. More soldiers took off their uniforms covered with dust and sweat, and enjoyed this rare shower opportunity naked.

The officers acquiesced in the little brashness of the soldiers. They stood by the tent, talking and laughing while watching their young men vent their vitality in the rain.

But the situation began to change. The rain started to get bigger and bigger. Only a moment later, the drizzle turned into a downpour. Under the reflection of the searchlight, the sky and the earth became white, and the wind was originally refreshing. The air began to make people feel chills.

The once-dried land can no longer absorb more water, and some of the accumulated water in the trenches has not reached the soldiers' knees. It was clearly a summer storm that appeared in front of his eyes, and the officers began to worry about the security of the position.

As the temperature dropped, the soldiers all calmed down from the excitement at the beginning, and they immediately struggled to fight the storm. Under the command of the officers, the soldiers reinforced the tents and shelters, and the thick waterproof canvas also covered the trenches.

There was a company of soldiers waving their infantry spades desperately between the trenches. Temporary drainage ditches were quickly excavated. With the cooperation of several pumps, the water in the trenches began to subside slowly. Go on.

Over time, a personal gable waterproof tent was erected on top of the trench, and the situation was finally brought under control with the efforts of all the soldiers.

The soldiers on duty on duty at the positions gathered under those tents. They lit up a lot of campfires in the damp trenches and baked up the soaked military uniforms. Under the heavy rain of this scale, the German army poncho was basically It won’t do much. The logistics kitchen brought them hot soup that had just been cooked to help the soldiers get rid of the bitter chill brought by the storm.

The off-duty soldiers also got into their dry and warm tents. A fight in front consumed most of their energy. Many people just fell off their wet military uniforms and planted them on their beds. Entered the sweet dream.

As the night deepened, the German position began to slowly silence. Now, apart from the occasional sounds of the cautious sentries calling passwords, there was only a sound of raindrops falling on the tent. Under the reflection of the swaying searchlights, the green smoke from the bonfire and the steam from the damp military uniform slowly rose in the trenches, converging into a thin mist floating on this quiet position Against the backdrop of a snow-white rain curtain, it presents a dreamlike beauty with a little magical effect.

In this *, the French team quietly came to the Germans.

The first to discover the French was a small German lurking post, they were placed in a pile of low bushes next to the only road leading to that town.

The heavy rain directly affected the German army's ability to observe the front of the position, and even the powerful five kilowatt searchlight could not penetrate the thick rain curtain. The German observation distance dropped from the original 3,000 meters to the point where it was only possible to see things within two hundred meters of the front of the position, which was very detrimental to the German defense team on the defensive side. If the French team came to themselves in such heavy rain, then the Germans will likely be caught off guard by the opponent.

To this end, forward commanders placed more than a dozen concealed observation posts within three kilometers of their positions. Their task was to prevent the French squad from taking advantage of heavy rain. The orders obtained by these soldiers were to report to the headquarters as soon as they found signs of the French squad, so that the German squad could have enough pre-finishing time to do all the preparations before the battle.

This small lurking group is composed of three soldiers, and the forward commander has equipped each lurking group with a BMW r75 tricycle equipped with a radio and a g34 machine gun. If the radio station fails to report to their superiors, they can use the machine gun to report to their own people, and if they are found by the French ** team, they can also use the machine gun to fight back. They can’t stand them. The motorcycle escaped.

Every soldier is a precious asset of Germany, and the leading commander carried out this idea of ​​the new head very thoroughly.

These three soldiers hid the motorcycle and themselves in the bushes beside the road. Although they are bushes, they are taller than one person, and they grow very densely. Even during the day, it is difficult for people to find the lurking people, let alone Now this stormy night.

The three soldiers set up a small tent on the motorcycle with a large piece of black rubber rain cloth, which made it more difficult for others to find them in the dark night. The heavy rain didn't seem to stop at all. Although the three German soldiers wore a waterproof windbreaker for motorcycle soldiers, they were still trembling by the frozen cable. They were huddled tightly in this simple shelter, looking forward to the dawn.

The night is getting darker and darker, and a burst of fatigue strikes the soldiers like a tide. The previous work on the position has made them feel a little tired, and now the cold temperature is quickly consuming their only remaining That energy.

The soldiers felt a little unsupportable. After discussion, they decided to rest in shifts. Reed and Hans quickly fell asleep on the motorcycle, and the rest of Ralph squatted by the bushes. Continue to observe the movement on the highway.

But he didn't last long, and unconsciously, sentry Ralph squatted and slept like this. While he was confused, a strange noise suddenly came from his ear. Ralph looked up blankly, wondering what kind of voice it was. But when he could tell what the strange noise was through the rustling rain all around, the tired German sentry was completely awakened.

It was the footsteps of countless feet stepping on the muddy road, which was also mixed with some slight metal collisions, which indicated that a force on the road outside the bushes was marching in the wind and rain.

"French!"

Ralph screamed in his heart. He carefully opened the two branches in front of him and quietly looked over the road.

In the dense rain screen, a large infantry force was passing by the road in front of him, and the swaying flashlight columns in the team appeared extremely dazzling in the dark night. As a lightning flashed across the sky, the blue Adria helmet on the soldiers' heads shone strangely.

More than half of this unit had already traveled, and during the time before he was dozing off, Ralph estimated that at least one battalion soldier had passed by him. But it is not too late to find out now, he still has time to report to the headquarters.

Ralph turned slightly and moved slowly towards his motorcycle carefully. He tried to make his movements soft and slow, fearing that any large-scale movements or sounds would alarm the outside of France. people.

Ralph slowly moved to his motorcycle, and he gently awakened Rhett sleeping in the body.

"Who!"

Rhett was awakened in his sleep and shouted instinctively, which wasn't enough. He was still sleepy and he grabbed g34 on the car.

"God!"

Ralph was almost scared and had a heart attack. He quickly covered Rhett's mouth and grabbed the machine gun tightly with the other hand.

"Woo... Woo."

Rhett pulled desperately at the hand that Ralph put on his mouth, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Damn...quiet!"

Ralph lowered his throat desperately and said fiercely in Reid's ear that he waited quietly in his present posture, carefully distinguishing the sound coming from outside the bush. The footsteps of the French march outside were still going on. It seemed that they were not alarmed by the idiot's scream in their hands. Perhaps the sound of the wind and rain covered up Rhett's cry.

Ralph took a long breath, and he loosened his hand holding the gun and made a cross on his chest.

"You almost killed us." Ralph said softly in Red's ear.

"Fa... French?" Reid also heard footsteps outside the bushes at this time, his face was scared and white, and he now understood that he had almost made a big mistake just now, almost hurt Dead himself and his comrades-in-arms, he asked gently with a trembling voice.

"Yes, many people, there seems to be a regiment." Ralph whispered.

"Then we must report to the command immediately."

"Yes, I will go to Cāo as a radio station now. Wake up Hans. For God's sake, don't let him make any more sounds."

"Understood," Reed answered, lowering his throat.

Ralph walked gently behind the motorcycle bucket, opened the trunk lid, and switched on the radio.

"Bird number seven calls the bird's nest, and bird number seven calls the bird's nest." Ralph whispered into the intercom.

"This is the bird's nest, bird number seven, what's the matter." The commander's signal soldier's answer in the headset was clear and loud, but scared Ralph's cold sweat.

"Bird's nest, for God's sake, please don't answer so loudly, there is a regiment of French troops now passing in front of our post, they are only five or six meters away from us. This unit is now Move towards our position, please answer it when you hear it, gently."

Ralph whispered and looked around carefully.

"I heard that, and I immediately reported the situation to the commander. Good luck." The bird's nest whispered.

"Understood, we will immediately find a way to withdraw. The call is over."

Ralph turned off the power to the radio, and he was relieved a little when he completed the task. Now the only thing in front of him is how to retreat to his position without disturbing the French.

"How is it?" Ralph moved quietly to the bushes, and his two comrades were now nervously watching the movement of the French outside.

"It's almost over, are you in touch with it?" Hans whispered.

"Contacted. I have reported the situation here to the above. I believe the brothers on the position are already preparing for battle."

"Then what should we do now." Reid asked quietly.

"We'll retreat when they're done from here. You go to tidy up now, Hans and I are staring at them here. Don't make any noise." Ralph said in a low voice.

"Understood." Reid turned and crawled gently towards the motorcycle.

"We will retreat when they pass by here, we will only go back from the right side of the position, otherwise we will hit those French." Ralph whispered to Hans.

"Understood. It seems that this is their last team. Our luck is pretty good." Hans nodded and answered.

When the last group of French soldiers hurriedly ran past them, Hans and Ralph relaxed all over, and they fell to the ground with one butt, then chuckled softly. ]

"Okay, let's go back to the position quickly, otherwise we won't be able to go back until the French build the line of defense." Ralph stood up and moved his sore legs.

"Be aware that my heart is about to jump out of my throat in front of me, and if those French people find us, it's really finished. Haha." Hans replied with a smile.

"Yeah, you did not find it. The rain seemed to be unconsciously unconsciously. It seems that God is really on our side, haha" Ralph also said with a smile.

The rain in the sky was indeed much smaller, and the storm finally started to leave the area. There was a little drizzle in the air now, and the temperature did not seem to be as cold as it started.

"Okay, let's go back quickly. This time we have made a contribution. I don't know what the reward will be." Reid had already packed the canopy, he said loudly in the motorcycle's body.

"Wait a minute!" Ralph suddenly lowered his voice. He made a silence gesture to his two companions, and then crouched back to the bush to look out quietly.

"What happened?" Reid asked Hans with his eyes. Hans shook his head and shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't know.

"Car sound!" Ralph turned his head and whispered.

Hans and Reed quickly raised their ears and listened carefully.

"I heard nothing but the sound of rain." Reid looked at Hans in doubt.

"No, there is indeed a car sound, coming towards us." Hans pulled his 98k rifle from the holster beside the bucket, opened the bolt to check the barrel, and then squatted to Ralph's with the gun. Around.

"There is only one, not a team. It doesn't sound like a truck to hear the engine sound." Ralph whispered as he relieved his 98k from behind. At this time, the sound of the car engine from far away was already clearly identifiable. As this sound got closer and closer, the beams of the two lights appeared in their field of vision.

"It's a car." Hans adjusted his helmet. "Hopefully it will pass quickly."

Ralph was checking his gun barrel on the side: "Hopefully, don't do anything else until now."

The car was getting closer and closer, and Ralph could even use the bright light of the headlights to recognize the huge Citroen logo and a triangular flag on the front of the car.

"It seems to be an officer, how could there be only this car?" Hans asked quietly.

Ralph wiped the rain on his face and said, "Whoever he is, as long as he passes quickly, we can go back."

But it was such a coincidence, that while Ralph was expecting the car's wife to pass by, the engine of the car stopped suddenly after a few crisp pops. This beautiful French car drove forward for a distance with inertia, and stopped by Ralph's bushes.

"Damn!" Ralph and Hans cursed softly together.

"Damn it!" The driver of the car jumped from the car. He kicked the car's mudguard with one foot, then shook his head and turned to the front of the car to open the hood.

"What did he say?" Hans whispered in Ralph's ear. Ralph shook his head frowning.

"Seldewang, did you find out what's wrong? It's unbelievable. This is the first time the fire has been turned off today." At this time, a French officer protruded his head from the rear window. The driver shouted.

"For the fourth time, Lieutenant Colonel, as I said, it's still the **** carburetor. I can't repair it completely without parts. I can only make it together. Sir," the driver replied loudly. .

"Then you have to deal with it quickly. We are already a lot behind Colonel Karut. I must give the order to Colonel Karut before dawn." The officer shouted loudly.

"Understood, Colonel, I will try my best." The driver answered from the probe under the hood.

"What are they talking about? Ralph, don't you know a little French?" Hans asked Ralph in a low voice.

"I can't understand what they said. I have said that I can only speak some simple French." Ralph's face was red, and he whispered back.

Ralph does speak a little French, but this is what he learned in order to meet beautiful French girls when he had the opportunity to go to Paris thing.

At this moment, the French officer sitting behind the car suddenly opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you don't have to get off the bus, I will get it right away." The driver said loudly when he heard the door open.

"I just want to make it easier. You continue to repair your car." The French officer returned impatiently. He opened an exquisite umbrella and then slowly walked towards the bushes on the roadside.

"He... what did he want to do? Ralph, he came over, did he find us?" Hans asked softly.

"I don't know, it doesn't look like it,"

"He came, he came. Ralph, what should we do, think of a way, Ralph."

"Calm down, Hans, calm down, he hasn't seen us yet."

"Let's kill him, they have only two people, we can solve them immediately, and then we leave here."

"Calm down, Hans, wait a second."

"He came over, damn, I'm going to kill him, and the driver gave it to you."

"Calm down, Hans, wait a second."

The two German soldiers bit their ears fiercely in the bushes, and the magistrate slowly walked slowly in front of them. There was only a thin layer of trees between the two sides, and the Germans squatted , The French stood.

The two German soldiers stared dumbstruckly at the French officials in front of them, so nervous that they didn't dare to take a breath. Rhett was sitting in the motorcycle's bucket, holding the g34 **** tightly in both hands.

Because the French officer was in a relatively bright place, and he never thought that two German soldiers would be squatting in the bushes, he didn’t find the two enemies at hand, he handed the umbrella. When he reached his left hand, he blew the outgoing whistle and unbuttoned his pants.

"Ralph, he wanted to pee!" Hans couldn't help it anymore, he shouted loudly.

"Damn it, you asked for it!" Ralph also stood up and shouted at the same time.

"What!" The two roars that burst out behind the bushes really startled the French official, and he heard it as German the first time.

"There are Germans!" the French officer shouted loudly. He threw out the umbrella in his hand and slid the other hand towards the holster around his waist.

But Ralph only gave him the time to scream. In the next second, the hard **** of the Mauser 98k rifle passed through the bush and hit the French officer's face. With a dull impact, there were some crisp fractures that made the bones soaring, and the French official immediately fell into the mud on the side of the road.

"Hans, that driver!" Ralph jumped out of the bushes, and he yelled at Hans.

"Leave it to me!" Hans rushed towards the car parked on the road, carrying his bayonet rifle.

The French driver's reaction was quick. Just as the French bureaucrat fell to the ground, he had understood what had happened, and now he was rushing from the front to the cab.

"Quick, he is going to get a gun!"

Ralph took a rifle and aimed at the driver. He decided that if the driver dared to point his gun at his comrade-in-arms, he would shoot even at the risk of exposing his position. But when the French driver carried a rifle out of the cab, Hans rushed in front of him.

"Don't move, throw the gun away and raise your hand." Hans shouted loudly against the French driver's chest with his bayonet.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I surrender, I surrender!" The French driver quickly threw away the rifle, then raised his hands and called out loudly.

"Get out of the car, bastard! Get out of the car! Ralph, what the **** is he calling! Damn, can he not understand German? Do you know German? Can you understand me? "Asked Hans loudly to the driver.

"German...German, I will, I listen...understand German, I surrender, don't kill me!" The driver shuddered and said in blunt German.

"Oh, you understand German, that's good, then you don't hurry out of the car!" Hans cried loudly.

"I, my feet, can't move, soft, I'm moving, no!" the driver said anxiously.

"What the hell, Ralph, there is a scared guy with weak legs here, and it seems that we need our help." Hans turned to smile at Ralph.

No one thought that the first confrontation between Germany and France in the Battle of Twilight ended like this without a shot.

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