"Marson, we have arrived in Bielertide." General Carron of the Great German Regiment pointed to the front and said.

Wang Weiyi came out of the tank and looked at the direction of Bielertide. It was one of the German cities that were restored with the advance of the German-British Allied Forces.

It is said that an extremely fierce battle broke out here, and about a battalion of US troops guarded here, causing serious casualties to the German and British Allied Forces.

After the battle, almost all of the US troops in a battalion were killed, and few American prisoners were left, and the local uprising Germans were massacred.

Allied commander-in-chief Westmoreland believed that this was a very serious incident and accused the German army of massacre, but this was quickly refuted by the German side. German soldiers or British soldiers had never participated in the massacre of prisoners of war. This was all manifestation of the anger of the local angry German masses, and hoped that before the Americans would ask the US military what they had done locally, especially if there were any brutal acts against the local Germans.

War is like this, and accusations and counter-accusations are always filled with them.

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This was the first time that a large number of German troops entered after Bielertide's restoration, and they were widely welcomed by the local German people.

Now, Germany has survived from the most difficult stage, and Germany's situation is improving. Some cities have been revived by the German army or seized by local uprisingers.

When Ernst cluster arrived here, Bielerted almost came out and welcomed the army from Berlin with their greatest enthusiasm. Especially when they learned that the unit was actually commanded by Marshal Ernst Breme, the public's emotions reached a climax.

"This place has been severely damaged by war..." The local mayor Gort was obviously heartbroken by the destruction of Bilelted: "Marson Marshal, although Bilelted was a small city before, we have a beautiful environment. We also have a power plant that can even provide electricity to Hamburg. Unfortunately, although the power plant is still retained, the environment no longer exists. I am afraid that it will take great efforts to restore it."

"It will get better, everything will get better." Wang Weiyi could only comfort the other party in this way: "War will always bring harm, and none of us can avoid it. Mr. Mayor, I believe that after many years, the environment will be restored, but the trauma brought to us by war will take a long time..."

Gort sighed.

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He has lived in this city since he was a child, and no one has more feelings for Biltade than he did.

"Major Lampden, you and Allen are responsible for the safety here and closely monitor everyone entering and leaving." At this time, Wang Weiyi called Captain of the SS-level commando of the Qian Nordland Combat Regiment, promoted from captain to major, and appointed as the battalion commander of the Marshal Ernst Guard Battalion, and ordered Alan, the young man who grew up gradually in the war.

"Mario." Wang Weiyi happened to see the American Mario passing by, and he also called him: "It is said that there are still some remaining Americans here, they lurk here and find ways to find them."

"Yes." Mario whistled.

The Ernst Cluster will not stay here for a long time. After a short rest, they will soon embark on a new journey.

Major Lampden was still very dedicated to the tasks assigned to him by Marshal Ernst. To be honest, he had never expected that one day he would become the guard commander of Baron Alexanderson.

This is something countless German soldiers dream of.

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After Bielder was restored, the place began to gradually become lively, and some Germans who ran out of the occupied areas continued to enter the city.

If there was no war, perhaps Bielder would not have been able to return to his past appearance at some point.

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A small team of German soldiers suddenly appeared, and when they were about to enter Bielder, they were stopped by Major Lampden.

"Hey, where did you come from?" The leader was a captain. He saluted Major Lampden, then looked at the German soldiers beside the major, and then took out his own documents: "I am Captain Weiler of the Netherlands Landstorm Division, and I was ordered to return to Berlin with an important document."

"Ah, what kind of important documents should be sent to Berlin in person?" Major Lampden carefully checked the documents and found that there was no problem. He asked casually when he returned the documents to Captain Willer.

Captain Weiler carefully collected the document: "I'm sorry, Major, I have nothing to say about this, and I don't know the contents of the document at all."

"Ah, I forgot the discipline..." Major Lampden felt a little sorry: "How was the fight ahead?"

"The Americans are launching a wave of attacks on Turton, and our casualties are increasing every hour..." Captain Wheeler sighed: "But don't worry, we won't let those Americans take any advantage!"

Lampden suddenly asked: "The Netherlands Landstorm Division? Is Lieutenant Colonel Weikele, the captain of your Weikele Class 1 Assault Team, okay? He is my good friend."

"Ltd. Col. Weile?" Captain Weile was stunned: "Major, you probably remembered it wrong?" Lieutenant Col. Weile was killed in the first Berlin defense battle. Of course, Weile's first-class assault brigade used this name to commemorate Lieutenant Col. "

Major Lampden smiled and felt completely relieved.

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He was deliberately testing the other party.

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"Okay, you can go in. I wish you a safe arrival in Berlin...."

Major Lampden moved away, Captain Weiler nodded: "Good luck to you too."

This small German army composed of 12 people walked into Bielder in an orderly manner. One of the German soldiers stripped a piece of chewing gum and threw it into their mouths, making them very skillful in their movements.

"Stop, don't move!" Suddenly, Allen raised the gun in his hand and sternly said: "Major, they are American spies!"

"Hula", all the German soldiers raised their weapons.

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"Hey, beware of the firearms going off!" Captain Weiler said hurriedly: "We are American spies? No, you misunderstood, Sgt.!"

"Allen, are they American spies?" Even Major Lampden had some doubts.

"Yes, they are American spies!" The young Sergeant Allen's face turned red: "I swear, they must be Americans! Major, have you forgotten that I grew up in the United States? I am so familiar with this gum-eating action. Americans in Mississippi always like to throw gum into their mouths!"

"Sergeant, I think you're too worried." A nervous look flashed across Captain Wheeler's face: "Do you accuse us of being American spies by eating gum? Child, you will make a big mistake like this."

Major Lampden was a little confused.

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You know, he would rather Alan be wrong.

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But what if Allen's judgment is correct?
To be continued...