Imperial Overlord

"These are from Kiel..." A female soldier said that the more than 20 letters classified by the female soldier fell into the classification area of ​​Kiel City.

"Berlin..." "I'm from the Ruhr..." "Rhine..." "Frankfurt..." "Stuttgart..."

Although the letter is very beautifully written, everyone knows that the names of those soldiers who have a name and a surname, who have fought bravely and have been recorded by everyone, will not be sent here.

The soldiers who print letters here are ordinary people who have no special performance in battle.

They may have just stepped on a mine while walking and died, or they may have just climbed out of a trench and been hit in the head by a bullet.

Some people died screaming in despair in the field hospital without firing a shot; others were blown away by shells while shaving.

In the most terrifying area created by human beings, any trivial matter will cost the lives of frontline soldiers.

And above these workshops, there is another workshop doing the same thing. The working environment here is better, and there are no dedicated venues for random distribution of letters.

There, there was a group of female soldiers who also printed letters. These female soldiers were generally slightly older and looked more qualified.

They also kept tapping the typewriter keyboard in front of them, making crisp clicks.

It's just that they are more attentive than the female soldiers downstairs, and the content of the letter is also covered with white paper, and many details have been added.

Because the soldier's death report placed in front of these female soldiers also wrote a lot of content.

These soldiers have all won the Iron Cross, they fought bravely on the real battlefield, or in the process of brave fighting, they gave their young lives.

"My God, young, Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross?" Looking at the report of the death, a female soldier couldn't believe it.

The soldier who died in action, William, was a 23-year-old tanker. He destroyed 4 enemy tanks in the French campaign, 16 Soviet tanks on the Eastern Front, and 7 cannons of various types.

The young tanker, who lost his life in the recent Battle of Krupki, turns 24 in a few days.

He's still young, he's not married yet, but he's already an experienced tank commander.

But in the tragic war, no one was spared. Two days ago, he was killed at his post, along with four of his subordinates.

A Panzer IV was destroyed while attacking Krupki's flank, and William was not spared.

"Posthumous." Seeing the female soldier stop, the female officer in charge of the row of typists came over, looked at the death report of the young tank commander named William, and explained.

Before his death, he only had a first-class Iron Cross, and it was precisely because of his heroic death in battle that he was awarded a Knight's Iron Cross posthumously.

It's just that for William's family on the outskirts of Berlin, a medal of honor cannot replace the irreplaceable life for them.

"Write as well as possible, this is a great warrior." The female officer patted her subordinate's shoulder and instructed.

"Understood, sir!" The female soldier nodded, and then started typing on her keyboard.

"Dear Mrs. Juult: Your son William Juert fought valiantly in the battle near Berenich on the Eastern Front, defeating more than twice as many enemy troops."

"In the battle, he was brave and tenacious, led his tanks to block the enemy's counterattack, and repelled the enemy who threatened our flank."

"Unfortunately, during the battle, your son William Joult was hit by the enemy and died on the ground."

"His bravery, tenacity, and spirit of sacrifice inspire us to keep going! The Führer personally awarded him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, the highest award given to warriors by the Empire! Long live the Führer! Long live the Third Reich! Marshal Brauchitch..."

Each time a line of characters is typed, the typewriter automatically resets the paper to its original position with a mechanical crisp crash sound.

The sound of "click, click..." kept going back and forth, until the letter was finished, and it subsided.

Pulling the white paper full of words from the machine, the female soldier handed the typed letter to the officer beside him.

The officer in charge of several typists began to check the words above to make sure there were no low-level typos.

Letters on the second floor are checked twice, which is another difference from those on the first floor.

And these letters are to be stamped with the personal seal of the commander-in-chief of the army, Marshal Brauchitch, which is different from the official seal.

The seal signifies that each such letter was issued by the German Army Headquarters, and nominally by Commander-in-Chief Brauchitch.

"Very good! Let's continue." With a nod, the female officer walked into the distant office with the letter.

Originally, Germany did not allow female officers to serve in many departments, but the Fuhrer changed the order after some discussion.

Now, the SS Skeleton Unit allows female soldiers to serve and perform secondary tasks such as vigilance and guarding prisoners of war.

In addition, including radar soldiers, signal soldiers, medics, navy, ground staff... All began to allow female soldiers to serve, which is also a supplement to the insufficient number of German soldiers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Especially the female soldiers serving in the rear , because a form can be filled out to request service in the home location, and a transfer to another area can be refused, and many are actively enrolling.

These female soldiers have a strong regional character, and of course they also reflect many characteristics that are more suitable for certain jobs than men.

For example, in a cannonball factory where only women work, female soldiers can perform protection and alert tasks well without worrying about chaotic relations between men and women.

There are more and more female soldiers serving in the rear base, so that many institutions are showing a scene of yin and yang declining.

For example, there are hardly any men in this institution that writes death notices for fallen soldiers...

Except for some leaders who are responsible for decision-making, 90% of the work here is done by women, including writing, reviewing, classifying and so on.

Of course, even the head of state, who opened the door for women to join the military, emphasized that women are generally not allowed to appear on the front lines. 10