Imperial Overlord

South of Kharkiv in Ukraine, a convoy of cars was moving on a rough road as the battle for New Guinea was **** going on. Guderian was in the bumpy car, studying a map that was not too specific.

The Germans have already completed their attack in Kharkov, where the German flag is now flying, and now the entire Army Group B has nothing too formal to attack.

This Mercedes-Benz field car with the flag of the commander of the army group is also a very good off-road car.

Following this valuable field car were more guard cars. Including a Mercedes-Benz truck full of soldiers.

Today's Guderian can no longer enjoy the feeling of pushing forward with the armored troops.

He could only sit firmly in the headquarters and feel the rapid advance of his troops from the map.

In fact, his troops did advance very fast, in a sense, faster than when he personally led the troops on the front line.

Because the current main force of Army Group B, the old troops led by Guderian, including the 24th Armored Corps and the 46th Armored Corps, must be more mechanized.

Looking away from the map, Guderian looked out the car window. The place he is going this time is the headquarters of the 46th Panzer Corps.

As the commander of Army Group B, he was to inspect the headquarters there and then check the unit's preparations for the winter.

Outside the car window, there were telephone poles one after another, with telephone lines and some wires hanging on them. Guderian looked at these wires and was a little stunned.

"Stop!" He suddenly commanded, and then the entire convoy stopped slowly on the side of the road. The car in front also slowed down not far away, and some officers had already jumped out of their cars.

Those who followed Guderian were also officers in the army group headquarters. They didn't know why their commander suddenly ordered to stop, and everyone looked curiously at the Mercedes-Benz field car parked on the side of the road.

Guderian pushed open the car door, and his shiny leather boots stepped on the uneven road surface, making Guderian feel embarrassed.

You must know that his leather boots had never been so bright back then. At that time, he was always in a hurry and looked like he was in a hurry.

The leather boots on my feet are too late to wipe, the military uniforms on my body are too late to organize, and there is a telescope hanging around my neck, which is not much better than a field army commander...

But now he is already the commander-in-chief of an army group. He has plenty of time to organize his boots, and no longer has to personally push his troops forward.

Now, as long as he outlines an arrow on the map, there are naturally countless officers who will desperately move forward for this arrow, break through the enemy's position, and present a great victory.

Standing beside the car, holding the door, Guderian looked at the telephone pole on the side of the road, the truck parked there, and the people beside the truck, with a relieved smile on his face.

There are many cables coiled on the truck, and several wiring sappers are busy. They were concentrating on their work, and only a few people looked curiously at the convoy parked beside them.

These construction soldiers were accustomed to seeing high-end convoys passing by them, so only a few looked towards Guderian. They wondered why the convoy stopped, instead of passing them by as usual.

Those with good eyes have already seen cars parked on the side of the road with the flag of the Army Group Command on their fronts.

However, because they were field troops, these operators did not salute the convoy in the distance. They just watched curiously. They looked at an officer and walked over surrounded by other officers.

"Victory! Führer!" After getting closer, the engineers who answered the telephone line finally realized that the official was coming for them. So some stood at attention and saluted, greeting their superiors.

Because the distance was close enough, they also recognized the epaulettes and recognized the bearded general in front of them, who was their commander.

"Hi! Hitler!" Guderian raised his right hand and returned a salute - he used the army salute in return before, but recently the raised hand salute has become popular in the Wehrmacht, and no one can stop it.

"How many kilometers is it from the front line?" Guderian asked kindly when he walked to the truck.

"There are still about 4 kilometers! General!" The sergeant major who was in charge of commanding the truck, or the highest-ranked sergeant present, replied.

Nodding his head and looking at the direction of the enemy, Guderian asked again, "Want to climb to the top? Is this dangerous?"

"Yes, it is indeed very dangerous to climb to the top! General!" The sergeant major answered with his chin raised. In fact, there are many things he has experienced that are more dangerous than the current situation~www. wuxiaspot.com~ But the line is broken, it is really impossible not to repair it. "He smiled a little embarrassedly, and replied slightly shyly.

Guderian stretched out his hand, patted the other party's shoulder, and then continued to ask: "When the enemy counterattacks, there may be artillery shells falling, and there will be interference from enemy planes. Will it not affect you?"

The sergeant major looked at the construction site that had been suspended for a long time, then looked at his subordinates, and replied helplessly: "It won't affect anything, but your influence may be more."

Guderian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Our soldiers are all heroic! I am very glad to have arrived! I am sorry to disturb you, and continue your mission!"

His low voice concealed the embarrassment of some of the escorts standing beside him, who soon signaled that the wiring sappers could continue their work.

The sappers who wired the wires resumed their work, connecting one telephone line after another to the poles.

And Guderian, accompanied by the officers, returned to his car. Guderian looked back at the busy soldiers with some envy, and got back into his car.

Rolling down the car window, he instructed the officer standing outside his car door: "Let the convoy continue to drive! I've lost a lot of time. Not only my own, but other people's."

Everyone smiled kindly, and the convoy quickly started again, heading for the armored army headquarters not far ahead.

"They performed their duties wholeheartedly, no matter how inconspicuous the duties seemed at the time, no matter how dangerous the situation was." Guderian commented to his adjutant in the moving car: "It's amazing!"

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