Hunt Time

Aige seemed to always be the same—reporting to work properly every day, listening to radio programs or phonograph records, happily drinking his wine. The wine he drank now was produced by his own winery. It had been over a year since he acquired it, so naturally, as the owner, he was the first to sample it. Besides, it was his own winery. Even if the wine had been poor, drinking it would still have made him happy. And the winery was actually quite good, with a certain heritage behind it.

After taking a sip, Aige swirled his glass of red wine contentedly. "Life is so wonderful..."

"Germany has already moved west and is about to wage war against you. Even if you don't care, you should at least worry about losses at the winery, my friend."

"What is there to fear? Wang, whether my winery will suffer losses is still unknown. You make it sound as if France has already been defeated, and that is very bad. You must understand that we have the great Maginot Line, forged from steel and iron. We spent more than ten years building it. Inside the line are all kinds of cannons, trenches, fortresses, kitchens, power stations, hospitals, factories, and more. Its passageways extend in every direction. With such an impregnable line of defense, and the brave soldiers of France, Germany's Waterloo will be here!"

Wang Yan nodded. Aige was right, but also wrong. What he was wrong about was that Germany's Waterloo would not be here. What he was right about was that the "great Maginot Line" truly was impregnable. The key was that Germany had no intention of breaking it.

The Maginot Line bordered three countries: Belgium to the north, Germany in the middle, and Switzerland to the south. In the south,