"Haha, is tomorrow? Is there any difference between getting one day earlier or one day later?" Gallieni sneered after putting down the phone. The war was hopeless, and the last French reserve team was also half-disabled, and most of the transportation supply line was cut off. Why should the more than 300,000 French troops on the front fight against the Bavarian Legion?

"Tell all participating troops that they can choose to surrender when the situation cannot be reversed." Gallieni said to his officer after walking out of the office.

"God of General, you..." A staff officer who has been with him for more than three years looked at his commander in surprise. In his perception, General Gallieni was a cold and cruel man. He never spared the risk of using the lives of soldiers as bargaining chips for victory, but now, he issued such an order, which really surprised everyone.

"Everyone, war is cruel. In order to win the war, we must trample our conscience under our feet. We can find countless excuses to excuse ourselves, but this is just a deception. Because we have been directly or indirectly stained with too much blood in our hands, and these blood did not revive France, but instead caused him to fall into the abyss. So, now, so far, without seeing the hope of victory, we should let more people return to their hometown intact, rather than sending an urn to their families or enduring the pain of disability for life. We have done our best. The blame is not yours, and I will bear it myself." Gallieni said extremely calmly.

"General, Marshal Foch's phone number," said an officer.

"Very good, I just happened to talk to him. You guys are all busy with their own things. Just take the last shift for France." Gallieni nodded and walked towards the office again.

"Did you contact Mr. President?" Foch's voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

"That's right, we've lost the war," said Gallieni.

"My troops can also support you. Our troops on the Northern Line have already drawn some of them." Foch's words rang out again.

"Haha, don't joke. I am the Minister of War. I don't know less about the French army than you. If you sent reinforcements last night, there would be a chance today. Now it's too late. The German fangs have wedged into our blood vessels. Even if you can repel them, most of our blood vessels will be destroyed. And don't forget that the four German armies on the front are still eyeing you." Galieni sneered.

"The Germans may not attack immediately." Foch sighed.

"Don't try dangerous actions. If you don't move, the Germans may not move, but once you take hostile actions, they will definitely move. Your decision is related to the lives and safety of hundreds of thousands of French soldiers, but it will not help the situation." Gallieni said word by word.

"Okay, I understand." After two minutes of silence, Foch on the opposite side finally replied, and there seemed to be a trace of relief in his words.

"We have surrendered to do what we should do, but we have to leave France with the final decency," said Galieni.

"I will, I'm actually ready," Foch said.

At the same time, on the battlefield, the decisions of the senior French military leaders still did not affect the fighting officers and soldiers of Germany and France. The Germans were still trying to attack in depth. In fact, until now, the German army suffered great losses. More than half of the tanks and armored vehicles were destroyed or could not move due to failures. However, the remaining tanks still guided a large number of infantry to chase and die under the cover of the air force.

Admiral Schmidt knew that the power of the assault group had been severely weakened, so he could avoid such as urban areas, fortifications or other strong fortifications. He selected the attack targets in warehouses, soldiers, factories and other logistics facilities distributed outside.

At this time, the situation of the French was even worse. They were on the verge of collapse and their troops were cut and broken by the German army. When they lost the constraints of the officers and could not find friendly forces, facing the German army rolling towards the opposite side, the French finally began to surrender on a large scale. Their surrender actually played a situation that everyone could not imagine. These French troops who walked out of the hidden place blocked the road and blocked the way for many German troops to advance with white flags and their bodies...

"Damn it, I would rather they not surrender! Or just nest in a corner that we can't find and wait for the war to end." Guderian said with some depression. After pondering for a moment, the young German officer pushed open the hatch of the tank, then took out his pistol and shot a magazine into the air.

"Listen, French! We don't have time to capture you. We are armored troops, not prisoners of war confinement teams! Now, throw your weapons to the roadside, and then wait for the infantry behind to accommodate you in the wilderness. Of course, if you are willing to go home now, no one will stop you! In short, hurry up and get out of the way!" Guderian, who was blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, looked a little ferocious, and standing on the huge wolf tank, and the long-barrel Ruger pistol in his hand, was indeed very shocking.

After a brief hesitation, a group of French people threw their guns into the drainage trenches on both sides of the road, and then obediently gathered in the wilderness. Some people sneaked away, but most of them did not escape. After all, the French army also had military laws, and the punishment for those who escaped and discarded their weapons was very severe. It was safe to be a prisoner and he was also in charge of food...

To be honest, the French have had enough so-called soups made with things that are unknown, and they have enough breads that can block bullets. According to some experienced French veterans, the field soldiers carried by the Germans are delicious! If you are lucky, you can also eat a pasta that can be eaten raw. The Germans call this kind of instant noodles...

After the road to entry was cleared out, Guderian led his armored company and his subordinate infantry to continue advancing, while thousands of French prisoners of war were obediently sitting in the wilderness waiting for the Germans to contain them. For them, the war was over, and some people took out cigarettes or candy to relax their tense nerves. Some officers looked in the direction of the Germans' advance, their eyes were filled with worry, and they vaguely felt that the war seemed to be about to end.

"General Xiafei, we have lost contact with all the command centers at the division level. They are either destroyed or are being transferred. That is to say, now, you have no soldiers available except the command personnel." said a French officer.
Chapter completed!