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Groups of ragged and exhausted Polish prisoners were escorted to a temporary prison camp. The number of them was about 1. Wittman fought wildly last night, but the Polish army was too scattered. Witt Man himself didn't know how many Polish infantry regiments he had dispersed. Wittmann turned around and captured the prisoners when the tanks ran out of fuel. It is said that Wittmann has resorted to all kinds of tricks to achieve these achievements, but other troops of the Polish army have slipped away. Does this not make Wittmann worry?But Wittman was very worried.Soldiers were ordered to write a review, which in Wittmann's view was a disgrace, an indelible disgrace—oh!Poor Wittmann.

Wittmann’s tank has no fuel, and neither Wittmann nor Vincent can be blamed for this. It was impossible for Wittmann to chase the Polish army all over the mountains and plains last night with an oil tanker. A single rifle bullet could have reimbursed the tanker, and it was impossible for Vincent to send the tanker to Wittmann in this case.

Weeping, Wittmann climbed out of the tank and found a plank on the ground that fell from an unknown truck. This Polish plain is really flat, and it is not easy to find a few stones. Wittmann had no choice but to lie on the ground. Write a review on that piece of wood, summarizing your mistakes and mistakes.

In fact, after Wittmann left, Vincent himself was also writing a review. It was impossible for Vincent to hide such a big loss. Rommel handed over a full armored division to Vincent. With so much equipment lost, Vincent always had to say something to Rommel.Summarize your successes and failures.

Rommel is drinking coffee and chatting leisurely in the hospital.He also knows the battle process himself.Rommel's evaluation of Vincent was that although the command was a bit young, he was flexible and decisive. After some training, Vincent could be sent back to Italy to form an Italian division or army of the SS.

As for the Polish-Prussian Army, you can ignore them. They are under the three-way attack of the German Tenth Army and the SS.The collapse is imminent, and annihilating them will be a quick thing, so the lmg oilfield battle, which was originally thought to be very tragic, ended easily like this.

The fact that the Polish president fled first is a factor. The most important thing is that the Polish Narel Group is cavalry and light infantry.As for chasing the fleeing Polish army, it is not Rommel's current task. His "Viking Division" is to protect the LMG oil and gas fields, which is the top priority.

Rommel felt that the event was settled and left the hospital on Vincent's three-wheeled motorcycle.Go back to your own command car, because Rommel's tea addiction has broken again.I began to miss the purple sand cup that recorded my honor and emotion, so I hurried back to my command car.

At this time, Vincent was no longer in Rommel's command vehicle. Why did Vincent go to take in the Polish prisoners and sort out the spoils? Of course Rommel couldn't see Vincent in his command vehicle. special figure.

Rommel, who was addicted to tea, didn't ask what the guard Vincent was doing. He just got into his command car, slammed his mouth, and said to himself as he walked:

"Oh, my lovely purple sand cup, I came to drink tea with you... Hehe... Miss me...I miss you so much."

Rommel, who got into the command vehicle, hurriedly looked for his teacup, but after searching several times, Rommel just couldn't find his beloved teacup that recorded his honor.Rommel began to panic, secretly thinking that it might not be Vincent who stole his purple sand cup.

Rommel didn't believe that boy Vincent dared to steal his things, and he was talking about that boy Vincent's wealthy family, and it was impossible for him to do such a thing! !

Rommel searched all over the podium, racks, and lockers, but he still didn't see his purple sand cup. Rommel's forehead began to sweat:

"Where is my purple sand cup! Baby... where the hell are you!!!"

"Crack..."

Rommel suddenly felt that he had stepped on something, so he quickly moved his feet away, and bent down to see what he had crushed.The thing was very small, and Rommel quickly picked up a purple lump, put it in front of his eyes, and almost fainted.

That was the material of his own purple sand cup. The terrified Rommel hurriedly crawled on the ground to find other fragments, even if his hand was cut, he didn't care:

"Oh! My baby!!! What's wrong with you!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Rommel, who was in great pain, sat down on the ground and began to howl loudly, but he only heard crying and no tears because of it.The guards outside the command vehicle looked at each other, but they didn't dare to go in without the order of the deputy commander.

"My baby!! I think we have gone through so much wind and rain together, you survived, I have happy things to tell you, I have sad things to tell you, but now you are gone Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhi

Rommel instantly revived on the spot with full blood, and got up with a wheel. It can be said that this climbing up action was the fastest in Rommel's life. It only took 0.001 seconds. Rommel got up like lightning and quickly took out his silk handkerchief , carefully wrapped the fragments of the purple sand cup on the ground, and quickly put it into the pocket of the coat.

"Guard, hurry up and prepare the helicopter, I'm going back to Warsaw."

"It's the deputy commander."

……

When Rommel returned to Warsaw by FA223 helicopter, it was exactly 10 o'clock in the morning, and various vehicles and personnel were coming in and out in front of the headquarters of the SS First Panzer Corps.Rommel covered his coat pocket with one hand, for fear that the thing would fall out.

When Rommel came to the gate, he quickly called a guard over the gate and asked quietly:

"Soldier, do you know where the commander went?"

In fact, Rommel did not dare to decide whether Zhang Jun was in this headquarters.

"Report to the deputy army commander. The army commander has already visited the Polish factory with many businessmen. They still have to discuss purchase matters and may not be able to return in a short time."

Because the soldier answered with great confidence, Rommel quickly put his hand near his mouth and "shh", signaling the soldier not to shout loudly.

Rommel clutched his coat pocket, like a fox stealing a chicken, looking left and right towards Zhang Jun's office, Rommel's wretched appearance, there is material for a thief, if he is not the deputy commander, I am afraid that even You can't get in through the gate of the headquarters.

Rommel was still very nervous. The scene of being beaten to death by his father for stealing an egg from a neighbor's house when he was a child was vivid in his memory. Rommel was sweating profusely on his forehead, as if he was afraid that Zhang Jun would come back immediately, he kept looking around, afraid It's like others don't know that he wants to do bad things.

Here and there are "foxes" who go to steal chickens, purely "foxes" who want to die.After arriving at Zhang Jun's office, Rommel dismissed the two guards and asked them to find some gasoline for him. Rommel said that he would return to the front line immediately and wait for the two guards to leave.

Rommel gently pushed Zhang Jun's office away, and as soon as he walked in, he saw Zhang Jun's beautiful purple sand cup from afar. Rommel ran up desperately, held it in his hand, and said self-mumbling:

"Baby, so you are here!! You miss me so much!! The one that was smashed must belong to the army commander, you say it is."

While muttering, Rommel quickly took out the bag of broken purple sand in his coat pocket, carefully took it out, and placed it by Zhang Jun's desk.After pouring out the fragments, Rommel was still worried, and carefully placed the slightly larger ones casually, so that these fragments seemed to fall naturally, and then sputtered and shattered.

good!This is like a "fox" stealing chickens. Although Rommel has no potential to be a thief, his IQ is still very good.

Rommel shivered and sweated profusely after setting up the "*criminal *scene", after making sure that there was nothing missing, he quickly wrapped Zhang Jun's purple clay cup with his own silk towel and put it in his coat pocket. Walked out of Zhang Jun's office.

"Tick tock..."

That was the sound of Rommel's distant footsteps.

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At this time, Zhang Jun and his cheap father-in-law were visiting the seized Polish factories everywhere, which made Krupp very happy. His daughter is really not bad, and he can steal a wealthy son-in-law by cheating. Krupp was complacent about his daughter's ability while visiting. .

Well, the first "slut" in this article - Krupp who loves to take advantage, Zhang Jun's father-in-law, an old guy who is proud of his daughter's affair.Avril Lavigne did justice in order to resist him giving herself as a bargaining chip to Goering's nephew, resisting arranged marriages and pursuing free love. To him, it is an honor to have an affair. This is not what a "slut" is.

Who is the other "slut"! !Don't you know this?Chicken farmer—Himmler! !People in the rivers and lakes call it "the fighting chicken among roosters." The nickname of "bitch" is none other than him.Now someone has exploded the chrysanthemum and is recuperating.

And who is the other "bitch"?

"Father-in-law, I have already sent other business owners to look elsewhere. I am asking you to visit the largest national arsenal in Poland. All the factory buildings and machinery and equipment are brand new, and the weapons that can be produced are complete. Are you satisfied with this factory? ?”

Krupp looked at the Polish National Arsenal in front of him, his eyeballs almost protruded. First of all, he felt that it was big. After entering the factory, there were rows of brand-new machinery and equipment. This factory was too big for Krupp. Love it, this old guy deals with these machines and equipment every day, this is his life, his "wife", now Krupp can't wait to sleep with the machine every night... (to be continued...)

ps: I don’t know if you like the spy war chapter or not. I will open a vote in the book review. If you don’t like it, Luoye will write less spy war content, otherwise write more.