Battle of the Third Reich

"General, you are all ready." Mueller reported to Xu Jun, holding a semaphore in his hand.

Xu Jun had already briefed Mueller about his plan, but he didn't expect the guy to accept it without even mentioning any questions. It seems that he is now full of confidence that Xu Jun is blind, really a simple guy.

"Well, let the British taste our strength. I will let the British commander on the opposite side experience an unforgettable battle for life." Xu Jun said with a smile. "Hopefully he has participated in a war."

"Haha, it seems that the British are determined to eat us, it seems that they have sent a regiment. I look forward to seeing them run away." Mueller said excitedly.

Xu Jun took the telescope and looked ahead. British soldiers marched slowly in a line of scattered soldiers. I finally knew why "Matilda" was called an infantry tank. It was indeed as slow as those infantry. When those soldiers walked the effective range of the progressive gun. With a rapid whistle of the leading officers, the British soldiers started roaring with guns. "Matilda" also began to stop shooting. But because of this, the tank began to slowly fall behind the infantry. The infantry simply ignored the backward tank and rushed forward. It seems that the performance of the tank troops during the last attack has made the British infantry officers lose their confidence in them. The sense of honor of the British Army has prevented them from stopping the soldiers from the tank, they just roared the soldiers to maintain the charge. shape. The result became a strange formation with infantry behind the front tank, and quickly pressed against the German position.

"What kind of step-by-step coordination strategy?" Xu Jun shook his head straight.

"I really don't know what the British War Department thinks, they are dressed like a target here." Mueller said to Xu Jun with a smile.

Xu Jun watched the British soldiers wearing the earth-yellow military uniforms running conspicuously on the verdant fields of France, and answered with a smile. "Then hope that our soldiers will be happy to target. The stupidity of the generals of the British Army Department I can be regarded as a leader, haha."

Seeing the British soldiers getting closer and closer, German officials shouted in the trenches. "Calm down! Calm down! Waiting for orders, no shots allowed. Put them in a little more." The officers roared excitedly, restraining the soldiers, and frequently looked in the direction of Xu Jun.

Xu Jun felt nervous and trembling. The critical moment was coming. I didn't know if his tactics would succeed. If it fails, the consequences will be unbearable.

"General!" Mueller urged Xu Jun. "They are almost 100 meters away."

Xu Jun looked at the increasingly clear young faces of the opposite British infantrymen, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the Gru p08 pistol he wanted from Mueller.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The order began to pass on the position.

Wells, a British army soldier, was desperately running towards the German position with his "Lee Enfield" rifle. He tried to make himself roar like a veteran, foaming in his mouth. Carrying a heavy backpack, the whole body of equipment rattled. The leggings seemed to be a little tighter. Now the calf is sore. The strap of the helmet seems to be too loose. Now the helmet has been crooked.

Wells doesn't care so much, he wants to make a difference in this battle, just like his grandfather did in Asia. When my father said that his grandfather had a medal on his chest and returned from Asia, the whole town cheered him. He also brought back some fine porcelains and paintings on a very soft paper, which he heard were the things of the Asian emperor. My grandfather exchanged those things for a small farm, and all the neighbors were envious of them. At that time, I made up my mind to become a hero like my grandfather.

Wells ran desperately, staring at the position of the **** Germans opposite him. It's strange in my heart how the other party hasn't moved yet. Does the other party want to surrender? Then why not hang up those German white shorts?

Some veterans don't think so. The more they run away, the colder they are. Although they don't know what will happen in a moment, the situation is really weird. It doesn't look good. The veterans took out their housekeeping skills and secretly slowed down their steps without being discovered by the officers, hiding behind the ranks.

Wells excitedly rushed to the forefront. He could already clearly see the faces of the Germans. At this time, he felt a bit wrong. Those Germans did not want to surrender. Instead, he stared at himself with a gun motionlessly, his eyes flashing fiercely. Then Wells heard a command sound from the German position, short and powerful. Wells finally knew what would happen, and he yelled in fear. Then the superior soldier Wells saw the whole **** with the sudden burst of gunfire.

The German soldiers fired enthusiastically at the British infantry, ignoring the constant threat of tank shells and machine gun bullets blasting around.

The mad roar of mg34, the crisp and loud scream of 98k, the swift and brisk singing of mp38, the dull and hesitant sigh of flag/38/20 form a magnificent and magnificent death movement.

100 meters away was a scene of hell. The British soldiers in the first row were torn into pieces when the Germans started shooting. The soldiers behind fell down like wheat in the wheat field, or fell on the ground with a wound Struggling to scream.

All this makes people feel as if they are back in 1918. The only difference is that the Germans were performing in this open space.

The impact of the British infantry was stopped in an instant, the recruits were rushing around in the German barrage, and the veterans fell to the ground with their heads held. The German m24 grenade continued to explode in the crowd, but the British found that their m36 grenades could not be thrown into the German trenches. No one could throw this 510-gram oval grenade so far, and If any British soldier dares to stand up and throw a grenade, then he must be prepared to lie down in a hole.

The first row of "Matilda" type 2 tanks finally caught up with the infantry, but the infantry formation was completely disrupted. They were surrounded by their own infantry who were looking for cover. They could only use machine guns and artillery to vent their anger, but they could not move a step.

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