Iron Cross Fire

During the march, Custer also did not forget to plan tactical strategies.

But his adjutant Nelson despised this, especially the action of rescuing the trapped troops. He was even more resistant and even persuaded Kuster many times that there was no need to save friendly troops.

Today, Nelson is still arguing loudly in front of Kuster as usual. Whenever he talks about the trapped army, he always speaks plausibly, like the old Juncker who has been sitting on the street lamp for a long time.

"My marshal, as you can see, there is absolutely no need for us to rescue those people."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He kept waving his hands in front of Kuster and jumping up and down, as if he were a professional debater.

"Those people are just a bunch of fools if they can be surrounded by the French. What kind of intelligence chief is there to earn a living? These people are destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

Kuster was speechless and was about to explain, but was interrupted by an increasingly excited Nelson the next second.

"Marshal, think about it, how many troops the French have, more than 40,000! Plus a group army, it is simply not something that our divisions can compete with. If we go, we will probably end up like those fools. Trapped in Orleans and unable to move.”

He took a sip of water and continued:

"And this is not the most deadly thing. Our flanks will be penetrated. The friendly forces defending the coast and the friendly forces attacking Paris from the north will have their flanks completely exposed. At that time, all our operations will fail, and you As the culprit, both interests and reputation will be destroyed. "

After finishing this series of sentences, Nelson's mouth was dry and he didn't want to say any more. He stood aside and looked at Kuster expectantly.

Although Kuster has always had a good style, he has always attached great importance to the two things of "profit and reputation" and regarded them as "political weapons."

Now Nielsen's words hit his nerves, forcing him to think carefully and consider the pros and cons.

He thought of something, raised his head and asked:

"Abandoning his men, isn't this a big enough crime? Especially since I, an Austrian, obviously don't want to deal with you Germans."

"It's big, but it's already the slightest loss."

Upon hearing that he was repentant, Nelson became even more excited. He moved towards Kuster with a smile, stared at him closely for a few seconds, and when he saw no response, he suddenly stood up, turned around, looked into the distance, and whispered:

"Losing a few divisions is nothing more than the loss of tens of thousands of people. It is a small failure on the tactical level. To us, it is just the loss of a finger."

Even though Kuster has always had no conscience and doesn't like to be a good person, at this moment he was really shocked by Nelson's lack of kindness.

I saw him turning back again, facing Kuster, and continuing the topic just now.

"If we go to rescue, not only will we be pinned down, but there will also be gaps in the defense. Do you know where the French reserves are? I don't know.

Once we put all our troops there, the enemy troops lurking in the dark will be able to wait for work and penetrate directly into the depths of our army without spending a single soldier. "

Nelson put his hands on the table and spoke word by word, which even made Kuster feel stressed.

"At that time, we will not only die tens of thousands of people and lose one finger, but the entire war zone will be in danger of being attacked from both sides."

"Do the French have such a big appetite? I guess they might be able to chop off a finger."

Kuster asked inadvertently, and Nelson didn't care after hearing it. He just said "make your own decision" and left.

Time passed faster and faster, but Kuster never got the result. Even in the dark, the troops were still marching towards Le Mans.

However, Nelson is not in a hurry. He has extraordinary patience in this regard. Even with the knife on his neck, he could wait for half a year.

Finally, Kuster made a difficult decision.

He followed Nelson's advice and gave up rescuing the four besieged divisions.

That night, Nelson walked into the command room with a smile, and after saying hello politely, he encountered Kuster's question.

"General, since you think it's better not to send reinforcements, then I want to ask you what your plans are."

Unexpectedly, Nelson not only did not answer, but asked him instead. Fortunately, Kuster was in a good mood, otherwise there would be one less hero on earth and one more soul in heaven.

"Marshal, shouldn't we leave this kind of overall situation to you, right?"

Kuster nodded, but he still had doubts in his heart. He didn't hold it back and said it bluntly:

"I actually want to know, if we don't save those soldiers, who will?"

Hearing the compromising words of a dignified marshal, Nelson couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then brought the topic back after he calmed down.

"Ah, since we can't save them, why don't we just let them fend for themselves and perish themselves no matter what they do? Forget it, seeing as you are like this, I'll tell you."

Kuster then took out the map, placed it on the table, and pointed out the battlefield situation to Nelson.

Nelson leaned down, looked carefully, and suddenly asked:

"Where is the army group called Franche-Comté in the south? Where has it gone?"

"Trapped." Kuster sighed:

"If we expect them to save our soldiers, it's best to leave. We won't be able to attack them for at least 20 days."

Unexpectedly, Nelson laughed instead and said with some contempt:

"That's enough! I can fully believe that our army will make it. It is much stronger than the French. I believe that even if there is an army group, it is not a match for our four divisions.

Also, who said that reinforcements are inevitable? The French army is getting more and more uncomfortable in Paris. Another army group is withdrawn to protect its flank. I believe that Paris will fall soon."

Hearing what he said, Kuster finally put his mind at ease and turned to other matters.

Seeing that he finally stopped asking, Nelson sighed and was about to leave, but he was stopped as soon as he took a step.

Reluctantly, he turned his head and saw that Kuster was holding something in his hand, which felt a little wrong.

After seeing it clearly, Nelson's hair stood up all over his body, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"This is what you said. I have recorded it all. If Berlin asks me, I will say that the "credit" is all yours. Don't disbelieve it, there are witnesses!"

Kust said, and pulled an officer next to him over.

This person was indeed seen during the conversation between the two. Even if it wasn't true, Kuster had a hundred ways to make it true.

Nelson felt helpless, approached him with a sidelong look, and said:

"We can't rescue, but we can claim that we are rescuing."

"Will they believe it?"

"We don't want them to believe it, we just want the reporters to believe that we are rescuing."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly laughed together. The creepy laughter and terrifying faces scared the officers next to them.

Finally someone was as good as Kuster.

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