Battle of the Third Reich

The situation reversed, and everyone saw that the French were now using the lives of soldiers as a bargaining chip to approach victory, but the German team couldn't find any effective way to stop the opponent's footsteps.

When the French army suddenly launched a group charge, the German officers and soldiers on the front line could hardly believe their eyes. They could not believe that the French commander's tactical literacy would be so low.

Suddenly abandoning the tank for effective cover relied on soldiers with worn rifles howling to charge towards their solid positions, which is a foolish suicide.

In just a few minutes, the German squad suffered extremely heavy casualties among the French infantry, and dozens or hundreds of lives disappeared from the world almost every second.

According to the situation at that time, the casualties of the French troops involved in the first charge may have reached 70%. It can be said that those troops have lost their combat effectiveness in terms of organizational system. The loss suffered by the French team can allow any one The psychologically normal commander stopped his heart when he received the casualty report.

But what the Germans cannot understand is that the French not only did not stop this brutal charge that was consuming a lot of life, but also continuously put new blood into this meat-chattering battle. The French commander's indifference to the life of his soldiers couldn't help but move the strongest armed SS.

A wave of dusty yellow-brown military uniforms, worn Adriatic helmets and 1917 bayonets slammed into the German positions. The soldiers in the front row were shot down by rows and the soldiers in the back Without hesitation, he crossed the comrade's body and continued to advance in madness.

The Germans finally understood the French commander's attempt. The French squad prepared to use the soldiers' bodies to overwhelm the trenches of the Germans. In order to win, they would not hesitate to submerge this position with the blood of the soldiers, as they had done in World War I.

The French commander who commanded the attack must be a cold-blooded lunatic, which was the unanimous view of all German front-line commanders at the time. But they have to admit that this lunatic may be successful. The German squad has been unable to stop the slow approach to its position, and the front-line troops have fallen into a serious crisis.

"Shoot! Keep shooting!"

Warrant Schmidt growled loudly.

The French ** team has rushed into the front of their position within 100 meters. Although their soldiers tried to pour bullets at each other, they could not stop the slow advance of the other party.

The bodies of French soldiers have been stacked up in front of the position, and the height of the piles is still increasing, but whenever a row of enemies falls down, another row of French troops will immediately appear in the field of vision of the German soldiers. They shouted over the corpse, and staggered forward with their bayonets under the rain of bullets. They were then neatly knocked down by the German soldiers in the mud.

Schmidt stared at the bloodshot eyes at the hell-like scene in front of him. Even if it was recognized that he had a steel-like will, he couldn't help feeling the feeling of wanting to vomit in his stomach.

Schmitt tried his best to hide his uneasiness in front of the soldiers. He straightened his body hard and tightened his muscles. Because Schmitt knew that if he didn’t, he would tremble like a leaf in the wind.

Not because of his timidity, but an involuntary instinctive reaction, because Schmitt felt at this time that he and those brave men might never be able to return to Germany.

He had expected how he would end his life, and he was prepared to gloriously die on the battlefield, but when this moment was coming, he found that he had not prepared anything at all.

The German soldiers didn't think as much as their platoon leader thought. They just repeated the shooting action mechanically, reloading, loading, aiming, firing, volley every two seconds, after knocking down a row of enemies, they continued to load , Aim, shoot.

The distance between the two sides is close to 70 meters, and the two sides are close to the distance that can faintly distinguish the face of the opponent. It was only then that the Waffen SS members were surprised to find that under the Adria helmets were black or brown faces.

"African colonial forces!"

"It's barbaric blacks and Arabs!"

The soldiers exclaimed involuntarily. African soldiers were notoriously indifferent to their lives. The Germans understood why the other side suffered such a loss and maintained the offensive momentum.

The shooting of the German soldiers became even crazier, and everyone knew what would happen if they fell into the hands of those barbarians.

The French colonial forces continued their **** advance. The first line of impact was 60 meters from the German position and the French tank was 120 meters from the German position.

Suddenly, a row of fireballs appeared in the dense formation of the French ** team, and then in the second and third rows, the German artillery finally started their blocking shot.

From the 80-mm mortar to the 75-mm infantry artillery, the regimental artillery poured hundreds of kilograms of high-energy zha medicine and more steel fragments to the French infantry in just ten seconds.

At the same time, huge fireballs were also raised in the French tank's offensive formation, and several Matildas that rushed to the front were beaten to the ground, and then the sight of everyone was when the ammunition was killed. Brilliant sparks.

"Fenris" finally reached his firing position. German tank sniper gunners struggling to fire 88 mm armor-piercing shells at French tanks, the shooting speed even exceeded their previous battle.

They must use their actions to atone for the mistakes they made before, because if it were not for their unauthorized transfer of positions, the present scene would not have happened.

The power of "Fenris" was once again proven. The German gunners fired nine salvos in half a minute, and the French tank group collapsed completely.

When the French tankers learned from the burning car of their comrades that their tank could not withstand the German artillery shells, Major Frian, who had already retreated, had already turned his head and fled towards his position. .

The company’s long walk and the sound of martyrdom from the destroyed tanks around him completely shattered the determination of the French tankers to continue the fight. The French tanks in the front row began to turn one by one, and then followed closely The figure of his commander fled towards the French position, and the tanks in the back row also turned around and began to retreat without knowing what was going on.

What's more, due to the different steering directions of the vehicles, several tanks collided together. At this time, the French tankers who had already panicked were deeply aware of the meaning of being decisive. Run back.

The French tank group dropped 23 piles of burning wreckage and the **** infantry were withdrawn from the battlefield. Their performance in front of the German team was not so much a retreat as it was a fleeing.

Several panicked tanks rushed into the follow-up infantry formation that was constantly striking forward. Not only did the infantry formation that was about to be charged were torn apart, but the tank that wanted to retreat also hit many soldiers who could not escape. Falling to the ground, and then crushing the past without hesitation, the French team suddenly fell into a mess.

But it was still too late for the German soldiers on the front line, and the French infantry were close to their positions.

In addition to causing some casualties to the opponent, the German artillery’s blocking shots did not achieve the effect they wanted. Those shells did not even slow the French team’s pace by one and a half minutes.

Although the firepower of the German artillery was strong, the French offensive formation with a full width of three kilometers effectively dispersed the firepower of the German artillery. For the German soldiers on the front line, the support provided by the artillery can only be said to be inflated. Basically, just after a circle of French soldiers was blown up, the gap was immediately filled by another group of French infantry.

"Sir! Let's dispatch the reserve team! It's too late to give up the front line!"

Major Murray whispered to Dougan.

"No! It's not yet time for the reserve team to be dispatched! Let the second-line position be raised two rows to the third-row position, which is the focus of the French attack. The three-row commander is... Warrant Schmidt ."

Dougan frowned, looking at the French infantry group approaching the front line. The green muscles on his forehead exploded. Everyone could see that the corrections were burning in the SS.

"Yes, sir, it is Warrant Schmidt."

"If it is him, I should be able to stick to it for a while. I believe my vision. I immediately ordered the seven and eight rows on the second line to immediately support the three-row position."

"The order has been issued, and those two rows are moving towards the three-row position."

"Look! What is that!"

While looking at the telescope, the combat staff of the frontier battle situation exclaimed loudly.

"It is the French Foreign Legion! It is the Foreign Legion!"

The combat staff yelled.

Dougan quickly picked up the telescope and looked towards the position, he immediately found the target in the chaotic enemy camp. A large group of soldiers wearing white cylinder military caps are moving towards the German forward position, and they look like a white battleship in the sea of ​​blue and black helmets.

"Their goal is a frontal three-row position! Immediately order the ninth row on the second-line position to join the support for the three-row position! How could there be a foreign corps! It's **** it, no mention in the previous information!"

The green muscles on Dougen's forehead lifted up a few more points.

The French foreign corps is not the kind of mercenary corps that ordinary people think. This hundred-year-old corps is definitely one of the most elite corps in the French army.

Although his early reputation was not so good, in order to recruit enough soldiers, he did not refuse to the applicants. As a result, a large number of exiled nobles or stimulants were sought, or else immigrants and foreign wanted criminals joined the foreign corps.

Various types of personnel are flooding the entire corps. The soldiers’ loyalty is unbelievable. Basically, as soon as the battle begins to be detrimental to the corps, a large number of deserters will be generated immediately. Sometimes the desertion rate reaches 30%. It is unimaginable by other regular forces.

However, after decades of development, the foreign legion has corrected his mistakes. Now his system of screening soldiers is actually more strict than the conditions for conscription of the French Army, and the selected soldiers all have first-class personal qualities.

Moreover, since the soldiers entered the legion, they have been instilled with the idea of ​​loyalty to the legion. What is interesting is that the oath of this French foreign legion is not "loyal to France", but "loyal to the foreign legion."

Their slogan is "The Legion is my home". This pervasive and loyal education has created a force with extremely strong cohesion, because all Legion soldiers are a family, and no one will abandon their own for their own escape. Family members don’t care, so the Legion will absolutely not allow any comrades who give up their legion to escape.

But this also produced a sequelae, and this habit led to the fact that this unit either won or was wiped out in battle.

In addition, they have a foolish habit that seems to Dougan. In order to prove their bravery, these soldiers refuse to wear steel helmets. No matter how violent the battle is, they insist on wearing the unprotected that has become the symbol of the foreign legion. White dome hat for effect.

In any case, the French foreign army is definitely a difficult enemy, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of the armed SS.

Dougan worriedly said to the combat staff: "Immediately report this situation to the headquarters. I hope that the backup troops can catch up..."

"Grenade! Throw a grenade!"

Schmidt yelled out loudly that he picked up a grenade that had unscrewed the tail cap, pulled the fire rope hard, and then lifted his arm and threw out the white smoke grenade that was "wah" "wah".

Those French colonial soldiers have rushed to a distance of fifty meters from the German trenches, which is the distance that the grenade can exert its power. The German soldiers began to frantically bombard the wall of the man who was pressing against him.

For the infantry, the grenade is sometimes more terrible than the machine gun. When the grenade exploded in the French infantry group, the German soldiers were surprised to find that the pace of the French squad stopped for the first time.

But this lasted only a few seconds, and then the colonial soldiers started their crazy advance.

At this time, the only two machine guns in Schmitt's row that were originally like the lawnmower's clear cry almost stopped at the same time.

Schmidt's heart was suddenly cold, even at the most critical moment now. . . .

"Machine gun! Keep shooting!"

Schmidt roared loudly.

"The limit is reached, sir! The limit is reached!"

Squadron Squadron Crent screamed from the machine gun bunker. The machine gunners looked helplessly at the red barrel and then picked up the Mauser rifle beside them.

"Fight!"

Schmidt gritted his teeth at the French infantry and swept out the last box of bullets in his mp38, then threw the gun out of the holster around his waist and pulled out his Ruger.

"Grenade!"

Schmidt ordered aloud. When this row of grenades exploded in the French camp, Schmitt issued another order.

"Full row, bayonet!"

At this time, the armed SS members understood that their last moment had arrived. The soldiers pulled out their bayonet from the trench edge without a word, inserted it into Mauser's 98k bayonet seat, and then held it steadily The rifle tilted upwards, and the sharp bayonet shone with dazzling cold light.

The soldiers looked at the French colonial soldiers approaching them coldly. No one could find a trace of fear in their faces. All they saw was contempt for the enemy.

Armed SS members raised their heads proudly, waiting for the brutal melee. They knew that they must die in melee combat, but now no one is nervous about the coming death. After all, death is inevitable for them. So instead of fearing death, it is better to sacrifice with pride. This is the best destination for a German warrior, at least they fulfilled their vows to fight for Germany to the end.

Author's notice: This period of time has kept everyone waiting for a long time, and I really feel sorry for it. I apologize to everyone here. I’m still ill and I need to instill a little bit every day. I didn’t expect this virus to be so difficult to entangle. I had a fever and made me dark. Although I have had this before, this is the most powerful one, so it’s really Can't write a book anymore. I assure you that VIP will continue to be updated as soon as the disease is gone. So please support a little patience of the brothers who support this book, and don’t remind me in the book review area anymore, and the ridiculous book reviews don’t look like they are in the draft but want to urge me to die. Bookers who really like this book and support me will probably not do it again. Finally, I would like to pay tribute to those book friends who voted for my VIP. Although I did not have many votes this time, I remember every vote they voted. Thank you, brothers and sisters. I didn't expect to write so much at once, I was a little tired, hehe. The doctor said that it will take a few more days, and I will start writing as soon as I get better. Rest assured.

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