Chapter 3: The Charlatan's War

IIn this field hospital near the German-French border, Logan spent a few days in pain and happiness.

The pain came from facing the invincible heavyweight bombshell nurse every day, as well as the timely injections and medications.

If it weren't for the coercion of this "Miss Beautiful," Logan would never have cooperated like this—he had never been one to follow the rules!

The happiness came from the good food here: sauerkraut, salted pig's feet, sausage, ham, smoked meat, and mushroom soup, each dish full of flavor.

After a satisfying meal, basking in the sun and chatting with the young unlucky fellows, Logan experienced the simple pleasure of life that he hadn't felt in many years!

Of course, every afternoon tea time, Logan would go to accompany the unfortunate big zongzi.

Since their previous conversation, the Air Force major general, who led the German paratroopers, seemed to be contemplating profound strategic issues every day.

After each tea session, he would drag Logan into lengthy discussions, nearly extracting every bit of knowledge from this military layman about paratroopers.

Finally ending a day of academic discussion, Logan lay there stealing glances at the nurse who was changing the dressing for bed 3.

He couldn't understand why, despite being patients like himself, that guy was lucky enough to encounter a slender and beautiful nurse.

Maybe they would even develop a romantic relationship amidst the chaos of war!

At that moment, he suddenly heard the two officers sitting beside him mention "Dunkirk."

Anyone with some knowledge of World War II history wouldn't overlook Dunkirk as a pivotal moment in the war.

Logan suddenly remembered that the Dunkirk evacuation seemed to have taken place at the end of May and the beginning of June 1940!

Wasn't that right now?

Thanks to the popularity he had gained among his peers over the past few days, Logan enjoyed the special ability of "listening to unblocked intelligence" among his companions.

He leaned over and asked, "Sorry, I just heard you mention Dunkirk... Have we captured that port already?"

"Ha, it's more or less the same! The High Command issued an order today for all frontline troops near Dunkirk to 'halt advance,' supposedly to avoid unnecessary losses for our armored units in the canal area!"

The Air Force lieutenant, whose leg was in a cast, was a fighter pilot.

In the first week after the Western Front opened, he shot down seven British and French bombers, but on May 19th, he encountered a British "Hurricane" and was forced to retreat, unfortunately fracturing his leg during the parachute jump.

"Well, it's a bit regrettable to see the Anglo-French coalition surrendering a few days later, but it doesn't matter.

We've surrounded them from three sides, with the turbulent English Channel behind them.

These sorry fellows have no other choice!

Next, we'll definitely sweep through the remaining areas of France.

Those frightened Frenchmen, seeing us, will surely tremble in fear!"

The Air Force second lieutenant, with a bandage around his neck, piloted the dreaded Stuka, which sent shivers down the spines of Allied soldiers, although its slow speed made it vulnerable to interception by enemy fighters, and he was shot down by a British "Hurricane."

"Yes, they're in a tight spot now!"

The unlucky guy with the cast on his leg was just about to get excited when he suddenly spotted "Miss Beautiful" appearing in the corridor.

His head immediately drooped like a castrated rooster.

"I seem to hear someone making a loud noise!"

"Fortress in the Air" walked over with a metal tray in her hands, her voice still soft, but those syringes and especially the gleaming needle tips made the brave warriors who feared nothing in the face of enemy guns show signs of fear!

"I just remembered that there's something very important I haven't told General Stutgart!

It's really urgent!"

Logan bestowed upon himself the single-target "accelerated attack," and disappeared down the corridor at lightning speed.

"You two..."

The robust nurse, with elbows capable of creating a huge meatball, smiled as she took out a large syringe from the tray and said to the two dumbfounded unlucky guys, "Who's going to get the injection first?"

Meanwhile, Logan unceremoniously woke up the just-laid-down "big zongzi":

"The weather, British fighters, soft beaches, and hundreds, thousands of barges, ferries, and even fishing boats—Goring's bombers can't stop the Allied retreat!

Think about it, thousands of British and French soldiers will slip away from there!

They'll slip back to England!

It won't be long before these people pick up their weapons again and fight us!"

These were almost the exact words of the TV documentary narrator.

Although Logan was a layman in military affairs, fortunately, his memory was quite good, and his German and English were also quite proficient!

Upon reflection, a deep shock appeared on Stutgart's face.

He remained silent for a while before saying, "If you can prove this with something!"

"Proof? The facts will prove everything in a few days, but it will be too late by then!"

Logan said urgently.

If Germany lost the war according to the original historical trajectory, whether he fell into the hands of the Allies or was captured by the Soviets, he would have no good days ahead of him!

"Lieutenant, I understand your intentions, but with just our conjectures, there's no way to persuade the Führer to change his mind.

Furthermore, allowing the Army to resume the offensive is equivalent to giving the Air Force Marshal a resounding slap in the face, which is something they absolutely cannot accept!"

"So are we just going to watch the Allies slip away from Dunkirk?"

Logan felt unwilling.

Stutgart leaned back, hands behind his head.

"If that's the case, we can only lament our bad luck!"

Disappointed, Logan left Stutgart's single room.

Perhaps the big zongzi was right: no matter how talented a person was, they couldn't change the decisions of those in power—even if the reasoning was the most obvious, a single statement upholding the boss's authority was enough to nullify everything!

Back in his bed, just as Logan lay down, he suddenly felt someone pulling down his pants.

Without thinking, he kicked out with a flying leg, only to find himself hitting a soft "wall."

Turning around, he saw "Fortress in the Air" looking at him with a plaintive expression, a shoe print on her chest.

"Ah... Miss Beautiful, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!

I thought it was Renqi and the others playing a prank on me!"

Logan explained in a panic.

This nurse's abdominal capacity was already extraordinary.

She generously brushed away the dust and took out a huge syringe from the tray.

"Forget it, take off your pants yourself!"

Logan's face suddenly turned red.

As the needle pierced the muscle of his buttocks, every bit of his past flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.

Farewell, mini-skirted beauties!

Farewell, invincible heroes and Warcraft!

Farewell, cell phones and iPods!

Farewell, peaceful, harmonious, and happy life...

Logan's face was full of bitterness, so much so that the unlucky fellows beside him once again looked at him with incomparable sympathy.