Battle of the Third Reich

At 500 meters, this distance on the battlefield is not too short to be short, and a unit in charge can run through this distance and penetrate into enemy positions in just a few minutes.

Of course, this also means that they have entered the effective range of almost all weapons of the defensive side except pistols and grenades. In history, there has been a situation where the offensive side could not break through this short 500 meters even if it ran out of blood. It happened, but that situation was limited to infantry.

When the first French tank roared in front of the German soldiers from the burning pile of steel debris, it did not cause much shock to the young people.

They had already waited for a long time. Although the bombardment by the French artillery brought a lot of casualties to the German troops on the front line, the blood of the comrades not only did not hit the morale of the loyal soldiers, but ignited their Fighting spirit.

These soldiers are eagerly anticipating the battle, and they are determined to use the enemy's head to decorate the curtain of the dead.

This three-kilometre long zhongyāng defensive position was guarded by twelve armed SS infantry platoons, the second-line position was set 150 meters behind them, and the large and small between the two fronts Heavy weapons launch points and bunkers. The winding traffic tunnels with dense webs link these firepower points and the two fronts.

These traffic trenches are very deep, basically all taller than one person, and the soldiers standing inside cannot see the outside at all. This is the most standard defensive tunnel system of the German Army. This kind of traffic trench can not only enable the second-line troops to safely reach the first-line position under the threat of the other party's powerful fire when they need to support the frontier, but once the first-line position is breached, those who rushed into the trench 'S enemies will also lose direction in these maze-like traffic trenches.

The Germans set up concealed machine gun bunkers at the intersections of these traffic trenches. In such a narrow space, there was nowhere to hide. If the French soldier was unlucky and hit this trench trap, his final exit must become A dead body lying in the mud at the bottom of the trench.

The Waffen SS soldiers clenched the rifles in their hands and waited for the officers to issue battle orders. Some soldiers even shivered in excitement for the battle that was about to begin. But their chiefs do not have such a strong desire, they are worrying about the situation they are facing now.

All contact with the Frontier Headquarters was interrupted. Now they have only maintained communication with the Battalion Headquarters field phone, and the communication between the two battalions has also been interrupted.

The French bombardment destroyed the general headquarters of the position, and the switchboards and communication stations of the field telephones had been buried under the pile of mud that was still smoking with the collapse of the shelter.

The forward position has lost its unified command, and the two armed SS battalions can only rely on the communication soldiers to shuttle back and forth to maintain a certain relationship. To make matters worse, they also lost communication with higher-level command authorities, which meant that they could not call the rear firepower to support them in time.

Now the only remaining fast communication method between the front position and the rear is the use of radio, and what makes the commanders deeply depressed is that radio communication is now congested. These field commanders suddenly discovered that their only few call frequencies were already occupied by armored forces, and now the conversation on the radio was in chaos.

The field commanders have no thoughts and time to bluff with the armored forces. The two SS commander-in-chief hurriedly ordered their communication companies to lay new battlefield telephone lines as soon as possible to connect at least the two armed SS battalions with each other. contact.

At this time, the French tank group had already appeared in the eyes of the officers, so the two armed SS battalions could only fight each other before resuming contact with their superiors.

As the distance slowly approached, the outline of the French tank painted in brown and yellow camouflage clearly appeared in front of the German officers and men.

"There is "Matilda" and b1, **** it, and r35, they are all hard to deal with."

The battalion commander Major Murray took a breath of breath as he watched the slowly climbing giants. He no longer wants to know where the French got the "Matilda" tanks. He only knows that these tanks are definitely not the opponents that the 37mm anti-tank guns attached to the front position can solve.

"What about Fenris, why didn't they fire? Didn't they see these tanks?"

Morey shouted loudly.

"Sir, Fenris is shifting positions, they have not yet entered the new launch position." The Battalion staff quickly reported.

"what!"

Morey quickly turned his head to look at Fenris' position, and now there was only one wolf left on the position. The ground was scattered with shiny shells and various messes. The most conspicuous thing was the pile of In the smoky wreckage and dozens of launch bunkers made up of sandbags and mud.

It seems that the pile of wreckage was the Fenris destroyed by French heavy artillery. Murray's line of sight quickly patrolled around, finally seeing the trail of Fenris behind the position. This large group of tank sniper guns was quickly traversing the entire second-line position. They were moving towards the left-wing position of the position.

"It's only after the French hit the cannon that it was a mess. Did the guy Rawls get too late to inform us?"

Murray turned his face to the staff and ordered: "It seems that we can't count on them now. Order the commanders one after another, let them do everything possible to stop the French tanks from going forward, I don't care what method they use, they must To withstand this wave of attack!"

"Observe, sir."

"Communications staff, how is the telephone line laying?"

"Connecting."

"Boost."

"Understood, sir!"

"Well, look, that's the Matilda tank made by the British guys. Did you see that? Although this armor is thick, it is only a thick piece of paper in front of our Fenris. Do you understand? No matter how thick it is, it’s just a piece of paper, haha!"

Warrant Schmidt waved his Ruger while inspiring the morale of his soldiers. Although in the eyes of others, his soldiers had already become morale, but Schmidt felt that it was not enough.

Now these young men, who are only one or two years old, are holding their rifles and aiming at the slowly approaching tanks, their eyes full of desire to fight.

The Schmitt platoon has been holding back in the trenches for an entire morning, and they have not yet been able to find a chance to fire. Actually speaking, they blamed them for being a bit sluggish. When the few French fighters passed over their heads, none of them thought of firing.

As a result, when the first responded Schmidt roared and issued a shooting order, the three French fighters had rolled like autumn leaves and fell down, so they even had the only chance to shoot. I couldn't grasp it.

During this time, the French tank group has brought them closer to the German position to more than 400 meters. The main reason is that these types of tanks have a common problem, and the speed is amazing. The Matilda type 1 is already like a bullock cart, and the French force is completely showing what is dull, plus last night. Just after the rain, the wet ground slowed down the speed of these heavy heavy guys.

R35 was a bit faster than them, but in order to maintain the offensive formation, it had to slow down its progress. The group of French tanks was slow and trembling with a walking speed toward the German position.

The French tank drivers are not cowards. They have the same fighting will and courage as the German soldiers on the opposite side. Otherwise, they will not continue to attack after seeing an entire tank regiment exploding in smoke for more than ten minutes.

They have seen the tragic state of the previous tank attack group. The wreckage of those tanks is now behind them. The miserable scene makes everyone who has seen it shudder.

Just after reaching a distance of 400 meters, the French tank group began to suppress the German position. I don’t know what the French thought. The b1 tank started to pour its 75mm grenade and 47mm grenade toward the German frontal position. These French gunners were originally limited in technology, and now they are firing during the march. So the accuracy of those shells' hits can be imagined.

In addition to the 47 guns that hit the shoulders and hit several German bunkers, smashing sandbags and mud into the sky, those 75mm howitzer shells were only uselessly manufactured in the open space around the German trenches One bored crater after another.

However, since it is a repressive shot, then just consider dumping the shells on the opponent's position as much as possible. If you find that the opponent has any firepower to dare to fight back, then use a short stop shot to eliminate it. As long as you use the shortest time to break through the German team’s position, then you have completed half of the task, and then as long as you continue to the center of Germany Just plug it in and the trenches will be cleaned up by the infantry following the tanks.

The performance of the "Matilda" type 1 is also good. Although only two machine guns are installed, the sweeping German position is still splashing with dirt, which is extraordinary.

The suppression attacks of the French tank group did look vigorous, gorgeous and beautiful. Under the storm-like fire attack, the French tanks successfully raised dozens of large and small smoke pillars and countless fireballs at the German position.

In the middle of the first array of the tank charge formation is the company commander of the second battalion, one battalion and one company of the sixth tank division. Fired at the Germans.

Although he clearly saw that his 47mm cannonball had destroyed one German bunker after another, at this point he was still very confident in his cāo artillery skills, but now I don’t know why Firi Ann felt more and more panicked.

The strange scene on the battlefield now caused him to suddenly feel an inexplicable fear from the bottom of his heart. The reaction of the Germans was too strange. So far they have not responded to their attacks, even even Did not miss a shot.

He can now vaguely see the black German helmets exposed on the German trenches. The French tank company commander watched the helmets disappear one by one in the trenches of the shells and machine guns, but the Germans It seemed to be cast on that howl, but still lying there motionlessly. The German position showed a very abnormal tranquil scene.

It seems a bit bad. Looking at the increasingly clear and lifeless German positions, he suddenly popped out of the image of Colonel Xia Nong, the head of the second tank regiment who had just died. He saw the old Colonel crippled before passing the pile of wreckage. With the incomplete body, the commander of the French tank suddenly felt a chill in the back, and an ominous hunch lingered in his heart.

Frian pushed a 47-mm cannonball into the cannon and then put his eyes on the turret periscope. He carefully observed the slowly approaching German position through the fast and narrow reflector.

As his tanks approached the German position, Major Felian's strange feeling felt stronger. The French began to feel a little tingling scalp, it seems that even the hair has a feeling of wanting to erect.

What tricks are the Germans doing, are there any traps, maybe in the next second that position will explode countless deadly ammunition like volcanic eruptions. Filion thought nervously.

The commanders in the division before the offensive confessed that they would use heavy artillery to destroy the German anti-tank artillery positions. Although he did not know the result of the shelling, the artillery might have succeeded.

Perhaps the Germans did not fire at themselves because they had no weapons to deal with, but after his careful observation, it did not look like this. There were only a few light smoke pillars rising behind the German position opposite the German position. It was all kind of powerless as if it would disappear at any time. It doesn't look like the German position was destroyed by heavy artillery.

In particular, there are a few large slopes behind, and a strong and large shelter has been built on it. There must be a German command post or observatory. According to the meaning of the superior, the artillery will not miss any important targets, but Firion has not been able to find half a crater on that small slope.

There must be something wrong, why the Germans have not fought back now, the savvy French tank company commander will never believe that the Germans will be so honestly hit by himself as a target, and he has now vaguely felt the counterattack launched by the Germans It must be more terrifying than any encounter I have encountered.

Now the young French tank officer began to regret that he participated in the attack. Although the armor thickness of its own tank should be said to be able to resist the German anti-tank gun attacks, but if the Germans have more powerful weapons than those anti-tank guns.

The miserable sight of those ft17 Renault tanks and those crew members once again came to the mind of the French tank driver.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly, with a crisp gunshot, the German position on the opposite side suddenly boiled like a pot, and countless large and small artillery bullets passed between the two sides with colorful smooth A short distance of three to four hundred meters hit the French tank on the front line.

Now the German position appeared to be an exploding pyrotechnic storehouse, and the magnificent light of various sounds of flames surrounded Firion like the tide.

"when!"

A violent impact shocked Frian from the initial shock, and the Germans finally fought back. Frian quickly raised the walkie-talkie beside him and yelled into the microphone.

"Don't mess up the whole company, maintain formation and speed, b1 tank volleyball fire suppression, "Matilda" platoon, use machine guns to suppress the opposing infantry firepower, everyone listens, charge for France."

"Understand, all charge!"

The answers from his three platoon leaders came from the headphones.

"Rawie, slow down a little bit and let the flanking tanks rush up first." Frian gently gave his driver a foot pestle.

"Observe, sir."

The pilot was also a smart guy. He lightly and skillfully retreated the tank to a stall, and secretly slowed down on this chaotic ground battlefield.

But although Firion's tank slowed down, this b1 became a priority target for German soldiers.

Felian made a stupid mistake, and he forgot how conspicuous his long flag flying on the rear antenna was among the group of attacking tanks.

As he got closer to the German position and more and more ammunition hit his car, Firion began to feel a little panicked, and from the beginning, a shot in a few seconds became like a heavy rain. A few seconds later, Frian had forgotten to continue shooting. He just shrank from his captain's seat and looked at the top of the turret in horror, listening to every bullet and small-caliber shell coming from his ear hitting the b1 tank. The sharp impact sound from the deck.

Now each of these sounds made Frian feel terrified. He felt that the armor of this tank was about to be smashed alive by German shells.

Now the young French official has lost the courage to continue fighting. The misfortunes of those Renault tanks and those tankers have weakened his fighting will. Now what the French major thinks is how to leave as soon as possible. Go back to a safe place here.

Suddenly a dull loud noise rang outside the car, and Frian quickly lay on the periscope and looked out.

I saw a r35 tank under his fire ignited. The flames jumped four or five meters high. The blackened turret skewed to the side, and a tanker was struggling with flames all over the body trying to get out of the tank turret Crawled out, but there was no more movement when he climbed halfway. The burnt black limbs hung outside the turret like a dead branch, and the turret continued to spray the tongue of fire.

"No...no, I'm leaving here, my wife and children are still waiting for me, I can't die here."

There is only one thought in Firion's mind. Leaving this ghost place, what France, what military honor, on the battlefield where life and death alternate, these illusory things are not as useful as a steel helmet.

Without seeing death, I do not know how precious survival is. Firion is now determined to find a way out of the battle anyway, to leave this battlefield, what France, what medals, what loyalty, let these go to hell.

He just wanted to be able to return to his wife and children alive, begging them to forgive how stupid they used to be, and toss them aside for those stupid honors.

Felian prayed to God secretly, as long as he could escape from this **** **** alive, he must immediately return to his family and never leave them again.

But the current situation made him feel that his desire was a little bit delusional, not to mention that the Germans have already stared at himself, he has not yet understood how this is going on, saying that backing away and running away on the way of the attack is enough for the military law department. The cold-blooded animals dragged him out of the gun cover, he didn’t want to die in the hands of the Germans, and he didn’t want to die in his own hands.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in Firion's mind. He hurriedly picked up the communication headset. After adjusting the frequency, he spoke loudly to the microphone.

"Colonel Argen, we encountered a very strong counterattack from the Germans, but we have broken through to a very close distance. I think it is time for the infantry to charge. We have attracted most of the attention of the Germans. Now only With the last two hundred meters left, the infantry might rush up as long as they attacked. My tank company and I will provide them with fire support."

"I know." The infantry commander cut off the communication without answering his suggestion.

"What's wrong, doesn't it seem to work."

Frian shook his head, but then his face showed a smug smile, because he had clearly heard countless wild roars from the rear of his tank group, and the French infantry was passing him quickly The tank group launched a charge in response to the dense German bullets.

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