Chapter 61
On May 15, Oberleutnant Otto took over a reserve Panzer III, Hauptfeldwebel Fauveau was lightly wounded and remained the driver, the crew withdrew from the front line to advance towards the French coast as part of the second wave.
By May 20, there hadn't been any "real" battles with heavy casualties. The French were in a state of utter chaos, beyond what Favniel had imagined from watching WWII documentaries. Entire regiments of the French army surrendered en masse, and while the first line of defense was still fighting, the rear lines were already raising white flags... Along the way, he hadn't experienced much combat either, as most of the French had surrendered.
On May 24, the troops stopped at Graflin. At this time, an order came down that the pilots who captured a group of French prisoners on the 13th were awarded the Iron Cross Second Class, and Belwigen's crew members also received the Iron Cross Second Class in the tank battle on the 14th, as did Dornberger's crew members. Yang and Karl didn't get one, but all members of Favign's crew got the Iron Cross Second Class, and Favign also got an additional Wound Badge.
They were waiting in Grafenw?hr to see the Air Force's G?ring boast - "The Air Force can solve the enemy at Dunkirk." Until June 4, Favnyl contacted his friend Dick. Karl in the new barracks, who was assigned to General Rommel's Seventh Armored Division and also joined the First Tank Strike Group during the Battle of the Maas River. His 38t tank crushed all the way, achieving two victories, and now he is a successful person proudly holding the Second Class Iron Cross. This guy even mocked Favnyl's wound badge a few times without a conscience, Favnyl didn't bother with this Dick "clown" Karl, went to blackmail him, asking him to send over a few bottles of captured champagne to share with his comrades.
On June 5, Dick Clown Karl led the troops to start an attack on Amiens, and then Fafnir's tank regiment also received orders to cross the Aisne River. Along the way, they charged wildly, and on the 10th, in a letter that Dick Clown Karl later sent to Fafnir, he said: "The French coast at night is really beautiful, it would be even better with a few French chicks..."
At the same time, Fahnrich was engaged in a fierce battle with French armored troops. The 50mm cannon of the No. 3 tank proved to be more powerful than the short-barreled 75mm gun of the No. 4 tank. As usual, the German army deployed its formation and engaged in close combat. The Frenchmen, as always, charged forward in a chaotic manner. Fahnrich, as a driver, could only follow the orders of his commander to drive the tank, at most using his own abilities to make slight corrections to avoid the French artillery fire or use the strongest frontal defense to withstand some firepower. In this tank battle, the No. 311 Mark III tank performed exceptionally well, destroying four French S35 tanks. One of the loaders, Junker, was injured by shrapnel when the tank was hit by French artillery fire, but he continued to load ammunition quickly and efficiently, contributing greatly to the destruction of the four enemy tanks. Another Pak36 gun crew also became a key player, with gunner Oberleutnant directing precise firepower that destroyed two Renault R35s and disabled one B1, successfully earning two kill marks on their cannon shield.
Finally, Favniel's tanks under the command of Colonel Otto also achieved a battle result. The French armored forces' counterattack was thoroughly crushed, and from then on, the French had no more will to fight. From now on, there was only one word for the Germans: "march".
On the 14th, German troops occupied Paris. The unit to which Favnielle belonged began an attack on the rear of the Maginot Line. On the 18th, France ceased resistance and surrendered on the 21st.
The fighting had stopped, and Favniel and his comrades got a rare holiday. A few people in the unit who were relatively close to each other decided to go to Paris together. Several German soldiers took the army truck to Paris, chattering excitedly about what they wanted to do when they arrived. Some said they wanted to eat butter bread until they burst, others said they wanted to stroll along the Champs-élysées. Favniel didn't say a word, but when his companions asked him what he wanted to do, he let out a sly laugh... The group of soldiers in the truck suddenly understood and burst into laughter.
As a bird who has crossed two worlds - of course, now he's called Fafnir - in the first world he was still just a bird and never transformed; in the Desolate World although he transformed, but truly there were no prostitutes... He also didn't want to play with emotions due to moral bottom line, so for tens of thousands of years he remained a lone bird, although his name shook the world, he was still a lone bird... He had long been suffocated. Now as an "ordinary German soldier" he naturally wanted to take advantage of the situation of fighting everywhere to hunt for beauties; German women were really unbearable, with large numbers of dragon cavalry; in Poland this guy didn't have time; only when he finally arrived in France did he decide that even if French women had a reputation for being smelly, he would still go for it!
As expected, as soon as they arrived in Paris, these guys started looking around for some French beauties. They didn't dare to pick up girls on the street - the gendarmes maintaining order were watching them coldly. These guys immediately let out a whistle and dispersed in all directions towards the hotel district to hunt for prey - with even more enthusiasm than they had on the battlefield.
After the surrender of France, many women were forced to come out and sell themselves due to their livelihood. They scattered around bars and hotels in groups, pulling and dragging German soldiers, and many young German turtles lost their first time like this.
Fafnir found his prey, he originally had a strange and beautiful appearance - no wonder, the prototype was vampire Dracula, a few words of flirting, he took this beautiful French woman to the hotel...
As he stepped into the inn, he saw Otterbach, Sergeant Belwigen and Aubrey all escorting a woman hastily rushing into the inn...
He tossed down a handful of German marks and left the hotel with a spring in his step. "Not bad, this body of mine has been through so much over the years, and now it's finally... Ah, French women are indeed something else, next time I'll have to try Russian women in Moscow, and Italian beauties in Italy... This is truly the life!" He made a wicked vow, pledging to "spread his seed throughout the world" from then on. As he strolled along the Champs-élysées, he spotted Doernberger sneaking into a perfume shop, while Yang was trying to avoid the advances of some French women at the other end of the street, and Reinhard was chatting up two French women with a lecherous grin on his face. Faufnir burst into the perfume shop and grabbed Doernberger: "What happened to your sense of collective honor and discipline?! Don't you understand what it means to be part of a team?!" Doernberger was startled: "I just wanted to help my girlfriend buy some perfume..."
