Some people swear that they will no longer take planes, such as August; some people swear that they will no longer take cars, such as Steyk; some people swear that they will no longer ride bicycles, such as poor Manstein.

I don’t know what this future strategy king will develop in the future, but it is obvious that he is in trouble now.

Can you imagine the hard work of riding a fat man of nearly 200 pounds on the bike?

When he finally arrived at the French-controlled area, Manstein was almost paralyzed. His first idea was that bicycles should be banned in Germany; his second idea was that making friends was actually very important!

It would be a disaster to make friends like Ernst Bleme.

Several French soldiers came up to him. They also heard that there was a battle on the front line, but it was not clear what the fight was going on.

"Hey, have you been stabbed into the ass by the German guy?" A French sergeant said with a smile as he walked. At first glance, he saw a big fat man carrying the back seat of a bicycle. He was about to continue to sarcastically, but suddenly he saw clearly that it was Colonel Gustav, so he hurriedly stood at attention:

"Colin!"

"You, and you, come and help me down." When there were so many people, Gustav regained his majesty as a colonel: "I was injured, yes, I was injured in the fierce battle with the Germans!"

He was such a bragging king, Wang Weiyi thought to himself. This was obviously bombed by the artillery shells followed by the German army while running away in a panic, and his injuries were not serious at all.

"I need a stretcher." Gustav's foot fell to the ground and cracked his mouth, as if he was proving that his injuries were really serious. Then he pointed to Wang Weiyi and Manstein: "They are from the bicycle brigade, and they helped me break through the German siege together."

"Lieutenant, sergeant, thank you for fighting with the colonel." The French sergeant said authentically.

The stretcher came soon, and the French soldiers helped Gustav get on the stretcher, but the colonel was too heavy, and the stretcher seemed to be unable to bear his weight.

It was not until this time that Gustav felt relieved: "Lt. Moyol, Sergeant Yunal, follow me, I have to thank you very much, and invite you to have a drink... Oh, send me to General El Rafarland, I have important information to report to the general..."

The stretcher set off, and Wang Weiyi and Manstein followed behind with their bicycles.

Seeing a distance from the fat colonel, Manstein whispered in a "fearing" state: "Enster, you are definitely not a gentleman, I swear you are not! I have to tell Elena to go and let her reconsider her choice."

Wang Weiyi smiled and lowered his voice and said, "Everything, Fritz, when I go back this time, I will help you find a good hunting rifle."

He remembered that Manstein's biggest hobby was hunting, which was very popular among the nobles in Germany and Russia.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Manstein's face looked a little better.

"Hey, Moyol, Yunal, move quickly." Colonel Gustav on the stretcher shouted loudly.

"I love this fat man." Wang Weiyi laughed in a low voice.

Indeed, without this fat colonel, you might encounter some twists and turns when you enter Reims, but the occasional rescue makes it much easier to get involved in the French.

But there were only two people in the special team. Where are the rest now?

The stretcher stopped outside the heavily guarded headquarters. The soldiers standing guard obviously recognized Colonel Gustav, and they had no intention of stopping Wang Weiyi and Manstein.

The French do not think that any enemy spies would sneak in here.

Colonel Gustav asked someone to carry himself in directly on a stretcher.

The headquarters seemed very busy, and the phone could be heard everywhere, and the staff members who were rushing back and forth could be seen everywhere. The sudden attack of the German army had already alarmed the place.

"General El!" Gustav asked Wang Weiyi and Manstein to carry themselves off the stretcher.

Wang Weiyi and Manstein looked at each other, but they were still worried. This was the enemy's heart. Two Germans mingled in and were exposed at any time and anywhere.

The bicycles were parked outside, and their weapons were also left on the bicycles...

"Gustav, are you injured?" Lieutenant General El Raflane walked over.

"Yes, general, I'm injured." Gustav shouted: "The German army suddenly launched an attack. The shells were very fierce, and the troops were at least seven to eight times that of ours. I did my best, but I still couldn't stop the enemy's attack. If it weren't for them, maybe I would have died in battle..."

General Raffaran looked at Wang Weiyi and Manstein, and nodded slightly to express his gratitude: "Gustav, if you can move, come to the map."

Gustav signaled Wang Weiyi and Manstein to help him in front of the map. At this time, Raffaran pointed to the map and said, "What is the focus of the German attack?"

"Here, and here." Gustav replied immediately: "Starting early in the morning, they concentrated on intensive artillery fire to attack, and we were completely unprepared?"

"Why?" Raffarin frowned: "This is really strange. There was no big deal on your wings. The Germans only carried out routine shelling, and their soldiers were all in the trenches. Even if your position fell into the hands of the Germans, we could quickly organize our strength to retake it!"

Just when General Raffarin was extremely puzzled, a staff officer came in: "General, there is intelligence. General Marov, the German front-line commander, issued an order. Whoever can make a breakthrough in the Lance front will be awarded the Blue Marx Medal!"

General Raffaran suddenly realized, and then a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "These Germans attacked without regard for a medal, and their commanders did not care about their soldiers at all. Well, then this time they will be in a desperate situation. Order..."

General Raffaran issued several orders in a row, and then said satisfied: "Gustav, I am very satisfied with your heroic performance on the front line. I will hold a small banquet tonight, and you must attend. Oh, and you, what are your names?"

"Report to General, Moyor, Yunal."

"Lt. Moyor, Sergeant Yunar, you have bravely rescued your commanders, enough to get you rewarded. Come and attend the banquet tonight."

"Yes, General!"
Chapter completed!