The people who were quietly looking for the Third Guards Regiment were Luo Huo and Sima Yun's subordinates, Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun. They received orders from their superiors to look for the Prussian Third Guards Regiment who had made meritorious service on the battlefield today. Soldiers of the 1st Battalion.
The battlefield after the bloody battle was in chaos, especially the large camp of more than 300,000 Prussian troops. Looking for a regiment or battalion here was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Many Prussian soldiers who were about to fall asleep turned their heads impatiently and looked over. When they saw that it was the Chinese making a noise, they immediately shut up and swallowed back all the curse words that reached their lips.
The Chinese have been allies of the Prussians since the Austro-Prussian War. They are a group of strong troops worthy of respect. Especially in today's battle, the Chinese have almost become the most prominent and sharpest sword on the entire front.
They were the ones who broke through the bastion in greatest numbers, and they suffered the lowest casualties. In the final truce, the Chinese were the closest to the French Emperor. Such strong men certainly deserved respect.
"Sir... we are the Third Guards Regiment here... the first battalion is stationed a hundred meters ahead..."
"Thank you very much……"
"Hindenburg... Where is Hindenburg? A Chinese officer is looking for you... Did you command your brothers to support the relief effort this morning?"
Hindenburg, who was about to go to sleep, sat up from the ground with a start. "Who? Who is looking for me..."
"Are you Hindenburg? The lieutenant who led a battalion to rescue us from the side?" A tall Chinese officer with the rank of colonel appeared in front of Hindenburg under the light of a torch.
"Salute!" Hindenburg quickly stood at attention and saluted, and the surviving soldiers of the surrounding battalion also jumped up from the ground and stood at attention to salute the commander.
"Have a moment... I'm here to pass on the Führer's instructions! Hindenburg fought beautifully, and I'll give him some wine! After the war, he can be rewarded according to the Chinese military merit system!"
The person who conveyed the order was Ye Qiu, a colonel officer who came out of the sniper unit. Pang Chaoyun beside him did the same. The two waved their hands, and several soldiers came over carrying four huge wooden barrels.
"The Chardonnay and Riesling sent by His Majesty the King of Belgium... These are specially sent by Luo Huo and General Sima Yun. Accept them!"
Immediately afterwards, Pang Chaoyun took out a book from his arms and said, "Hindenburg, don't you want the signature of the Führer? This is a book called "The Journey to the West" written by the Führer. Although it is in Chinese, it is written by the Führer. Treasured!"
"It has the signature you want!"
Hindenburg was shaking with excitement. He took the half-old thread-bound book with both hands and turned to the first page. On it was Sun Tzu's Art of War quotes written by Xiao Letian in French.
"A good defender hides under the Nine Earths, and a good attacker moves above the Nine Heavens, so he can protect himself and win completely... Xiao Letian!"
At this time, Hindenburg was in a state of extreme excitement and had no time to carefully appreciate the profound meaning of these words. He could only keep saying thank you.
Ye Qiu patted his shoulder, "Captain, don't get excited... you will meet the head of state after the war. Your contribution is enough to get a medal of bravery!"
The officer who praised Hindenburg left, and the soldiers gathered around the lieutenant excitedly, all with eager eyes. Four large wooden barrels of wine were placed in the center of the camp. These were all oak barrels made according to export standards. .
Each barrel contains more than 200 liters, enough to fill 300 bottles. Four large barrels of wine can hold 1,200 bottles. This much wine is enough to make an entire battalion of soldiers drunk!
Hindenburg looked at the battalion commander with tentative eyes. He was just the battalion commander's adjutant who temporarily commanded the troops. He was not qualified to lift the prohibition on alcohol.
At this time, the commander of the 3rd Guards Regiment came over and said, "Hey... the wine given by the head of state... just drink it, keep more for the first battalion, and less for other troops!"
"The head of state has the same command level as the General Staff... He has already spoken, so it shouldn't be counted as your violation of military law!"
"Long live!" The Third Guards Regiment suddenly cheered. The soldiers lined up and started to pick up the wine at the barrel. The fragrant smell of wine made the soldiers from other units laugh.
The soldiers used their own water bottles as wine glasses to toast each other. Without the wine in their throats, they exclaimed, "It's so enjoyable! It would be great if after the war, everyone can drink such delicious wine at home!"
"Don't worry, there will be a day... Our newspapers have already said that after this war, Germany will be unified, and our king will be crowned emperor!"
"Germany will become more and more prosperous, and our tables will have more wine, sausages, milk and bread!"
"That's right! The newspaper also said that as long as we get rid of the French suppression of us, our best German products can be sold all over the world..."
"Buy in the East. The heads of state in the East need our goods because the damn French have blocked the sea route... There will come a day when our life will be ten thousand times better than that of the French!"
"To the great head of state...to our motherland!"
The camp was filled with cheers!
The news of Xiao Letian's gift of wine quickly spread to the general headquarters in the rear. At this time, Bismarck was looking at the intelligence gathered from many parties while gnawing on toast. There was only a small piece of butter and a little sausage in front of him. .
The Prime Minister's dinner was very simple. He would never drink a little wine today, because he would preside over the French Emperor's surrender ceremony tomorrow, and he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
What was placed on the table was a letter written by the French Emperor. Whenever he saw this letter, Bismarck felt ashamed of Napoleon III. "What a shameless person to say such a thing..."
I saw the letter written on it: "My dear brother, because I failed to die in my army, I have to dedicate my sword to Your Majesty. I hope to continue to be Your Majesty's good brother, Napoleon."
"At this time, do you still want to be brothers with our king? Do you still want me, the Prussian, to help you secure the throne?"
Bismarck snorted coldly, "I have packed up the Fort William prison in Gasser for you... Go there and have a good rest! How can our great Kaiser meet you, a loser who is about to fall!"
At this time, Bismarck's secretary came over and whispered in the prime minister's ear, "The head of state sent wine to the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Guards Regiment, and also commended him privately... It's not appropriate to do this!"
"Do you need me to scold the third regiment? Tell them to stop the banquet immediately...other troops will have objections!"
Bismarck smiled and said, "No, the Chinese are here to reward the friendly troops for their rescue efforts! Don't make the soldiers unhappy because of this little thing..."
"Look at how Leopold II flattered Xiao Letian? Who dares to offend the rising Eastern head of state at this time? Don't worry, Xiao Letian is wild and unruly on the surface, but he is still very measured in his actions of!"
