Back to the Rhine

Paris France.

"Mr. President, the 2nd Infantry Corps and the 11th Armored Division have assembled as scheduled." The secretary respectfully said to Daladier, "We can launch 'prevention' operations at any time."

"Very good, let the 2nd Infantry Corps and the 11th Armored Division cross the border according to the predetermined plan and advance to Stuttgart!" Dalady stood by the window with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "Since the Germans are too arrogant, then We will teach them a good lesson and let them know the consequences of kicking their noses on their faces."

"Mr. President! An urgent message from Mr. Chamberlain, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom." Just as Daladier gave the order to the secretary, an officer pushed open the door of the office, walked quickly to Daladier, and delivered a message to him on hand.

"Humph!" Daladier snorted coldly after reading the telegram, and said, "Chamberlain is still facing the Germans! Want me to withdraw? No way!"

"Ring, ring, ring!" A rush of phone ringing rang, interrupting Dalady's complaint.

"Hello?" The secretary answered the phone, "This is the French Presidential Palace, who are you?"

"Hello! Mr. Chamberlain, um, okay!" After listening for a while, the secretary handed over the phone to Dalady, "Mr. Chamberlain, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, I'm looking for you."

Daladier thought to himself after hearing the words, this Chamberlain, one telegram is not enough, he actually called directly. I have to find a way to keep the UK from intervening in this operation.

After thinking for a while, he took the phone and said to the other end, "Mr. Chamberlain? I'm Daladier!"

"Mr. Daladier, what are you doing?" Chamberlain's first sentence was to ask, "Do you want to start a war? Get your troops out of the German-French border!"

"Mr. Chamberlain, I'm afraid this will not work." Dalady refused. "You have also seen the Germans tear up the treaty and move their troops into the Rhine demilitarized zone."

"The Rhine belongs to Germany after all, so we should understand their request for garrisoning troops." Chamberlain persuaded bitterly, "We have done so much for peace and stability, if you do it now, then our previous efforts will be in vain. !"

"But they don't know how to be grateful at all!" Dalady said angrily, "Czechoslovakia, Austria, we gave them all for peace and stability! What did we get in exchange? The exchange was an expansion of the army, a new and more excessive requirement. Yes, the Rhine is their territory, and it doesn't matter if they restore the garrison, but then what? Then what is their next goal? Paris? Or your London?!"

After hearing this, Chamberlain on the other end of the phone fell silent.

"Mr. Chamberlain! Wolves can't get enough to feed. Only by beating them and frightening them will they be honest and obedient." Dalady slowed his tone, "Peace is what we all want, but peace will not come to us on their own initiative."

After a long time, Chamberlain on the other end of the phone said:

"Mr. Daladier, I think you're right. But, you know, my term is coming to an end soon, and I don't want a major conflict at the end of my term. So I can support you. Use force, but the action time must be controlled within five days, and the troops cannot be 'sent' by France, do you understand?"

"I think I understand you, man! There will never be a large-scale conflict." Dalady said happily, with the understanding and support of the United Kingdom, it will make the operation a lot less uncertain, "The French did not send troops, Those are the people who volunteered to go to the Rhine demilitarized zone to fight against Germany's shameless actions."

"Thank you for your understanding." Chamberlain, who received Dalady's assurance, was also relieved. He was the prime minister who "resolved war crises by himself several times". A large-scale conflict will obviously put a black spot on his "incomparably bright" career.

"It's nothing, we are allies after all." Dalady smiled and hung up the phone.

"What a fucking ally!" As soon as he put the phone away, Daladier put away his smile and couldn't wait to roar, "This British cabinet is a bunch of idiots! Especially Chamberlain! If it weren't for his appeasement policy, where would we be? Do you still need to send troops to the Rhine to teach the Germans?"

Didn't you also support the appeasement policy? Hearing this, the secretary couldn't help but slander, but he could only think about it in his heart.

"Okay, let's pass the order and tell them that they only have five days to beat up the Germans. Take advantage of these five days." Daladier waved his hand, "Let our boys work hard and teach the Germans a lesson. There are not many opportunities!"

The secretary nodded, left the presidential palace, and drove to the French army headquarters in charge of the operation. He wanted to convey the latest discussion results of Daladier and Chamberlain to the front-line troops through the headquarters.

The capital city of Berlin, Germany.

At this moment, the entire Fuhrer Mansion is very lively. A large group of officers are nervously sorting out information and dispatching their own troops in the Fuhrer Mansion.

"Oh? Did the French send an infantry corps and an armored division with a total of 75,000 people?" Lyon looked at the "freshly released" information in his hand and smiled, "The action will not exceed five days, huh, really think we are a bunch of watermelons Cabbage?"

"Führer, the Air Force reconnaissance force reported that the French troops on the border have begun to cross the border and headed deep into Stuttgart." An officer in charge of delivering Air Force intelligence quickly walked to Lyon and reported the latest progress.

"What about our troops?" Leon asked. "Have they entered the predetermined position? Which one is the closest to the French?"

Hearing the words, the officer quickly checked the information in his hand and replied, "Führer, most of our troops have already entered the predetermined positions. The closest to the French should be the 17th Panzergrenadier Division of the SS. Their current It's on the line from Bill to Oberkirch."

Leon heard the words and stood up and found the location of SS17 on the huge map behind him.

"Although the terrain in that piece is not a plain, it is not a hilly area." Leon looked at the map and said, "It is quite suitable for armored grenadiers to fight. I think our boys will surprise the French."

Meanwhile, on the east bank of the Rhine, Achern.

"Company commander? Didn't you say we were going to Strasbourg? Why did you come here?" Strasbourg is a bit far, isn't it?"

"Because the French are starting to cross the border, it's too late for us to go to Strasbourg." The company commander looked at the military map and said without looking up, "I know you have a story with Strasbourg, but Where is it not beating the Frenchman?"

"Okay." The squad leader shrugged helplessly.

"Our entire division is distributed along the line from Biel to Oberkirch, which is the closest to the French of all five divisions." The company commander reached out and patted his shoulder, then pointed to the location of Achern on the map, "And Ahern, where our regiment is located, is the most prominent position on the front line from Bill to Oberkirch, and the entire division is the closest to the French army. So don't worry, man, we will soon be able to teach the Gallic chicken a lesson. Here we go!"