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At 7:40 a.m. on 9 May, on the south bank of the Maas River, in a wooded area eight kilometers south of the landing site of the Großdeutsche Regiment.

Major Graeme, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Großdeutsche Regiment, quietly walked to the southern edge of the woods, stopped under a pine tree the size of a dinner plate, got down on one knee, and looked out of the woods with a telescope.

The southwest and south of the woods are full of forests, except for a village one kilometre to the southeast.

Graeme carefully inspected the village in the telescope for a while, and confirmed that no figure appeared in the village, so he put down the telescope and pointed to the woods one kilometer away due south and said: "If you enter that forest, you can see the village of Burson, and order the sixth company to go to the forest to reconnoiter the enemy's movements in the village, and the fifth company will stay here for vigilance." ”

The two heralds who followed him immediately split up to deliver orders.

Three or four minutes later, more than 150 infantry of the 6th Company jumped out of the woods and swooped down in a straggler formation towards the woods to the south.

Graeme returned to the depths of the woods, stooped into a grass-green tent, and asked the radioman, "Where are the men of the Herman Goring Regiment?" ”

"Their vanguard has crossed the Maas River and is marching towards us, and is expected to arrive in half an hour."

Graeme nodded, and said in his heart that if he held on for another half an hour, his troops would be able to change their defenses. Since the beginning of the war, the officers and men of the battalion have been exhausted by four consecutive days of fighting, and even with the high morale brought about by the successive victories, they can no longer hold on.

Graeme rubbed his bloodshot eyes, stepped out of the tent, and once again to the southern edge of the woods, where he continued to watch the movement in the south.

Seven or eight minutes later, a figure rushed out of the woods to the south and ran straight to the woods where Graeme was.

"It's little Hans." Graeme looked through the binoculars for a while, and immediately recognized it as the herald of the Sixth Company.

A few minutes later, little Hans ran into the woods, was brought to Graeme, and said breathlessly: "There is no one left in the village of Burson, the company commander has sent a platoon to occupy the village of Burson, and he needs your order now." ”

Graeme's right fist slammed into his left palm, and he said excitedly to little Hans: "Go back and tell you the company commander that the whole company is stationed in Burson Village, and the eighth company will arrive later." ”

Fifteen minutes later, the 6th and 8th companies of the 2nd Battalion of the Greater German Regiment entered the village of Burson, while Major Graeme led the battalion headquarters and the 5th and 7th companies into the woods north of the village.

Less than five minutes after Major Graeme occupied the village of Burson, four Type 251 armored vehicles rumbled towards the village on road D229, northeast of Burson.

Shortly after entering the village, the four cars left the village and headed for the woods where Graeme was hiding, and it took only about two minutes to cross five or six hundred meters of meadow and stop at the edge of the woods.

An Air Force Major in a green uniform jumped out of the car and was taken to Major Graeme, deep in the woods.

"I'm Major Schulz, commander of the 1st Parachute Battalion of the Hermann Goering Motorized Infantry Regiment of the Luftwaffe, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Schultz held out his right hand to Graeme.

Holding Schultz's hand tightly, Graeme breathed a long sigh of relief, "You guys are finally here, how many of you are there?" ”

"A battalion of paratroopers and heavy weapons, the village of Bulsun is taken over by me, and your men can rest." Schultz said.

About ten minutes later, a convoy of nearly 100 Type 251 half-tracks, 14 No. 4 tank destroyers, and 10 No. 4 assault guns drove along the D229 highway into the village of Burson.

Although it was not the first time he had seen the ultra-luxurious equipment of the Herman Goring Regiment, Major Graeme's eyes couldn't help but burn with jealousy.

The Greater German Regiment was a high-profile figure in the army, and even Hitler looked the other way and enjoyed various priorities in equipment.

At the end of 1939, the No. 3 assault gun, which had just been finalized and put into production, was only organized into two companies in the army, and the first assault gun company, the 640 assault gun company, was strengthened to the Greater German Regiment, which shows the importance that the army attaches to the Greater German regiment.

Every officer and soldier of the Großdeutsches Regiment is proud to be a member of the Großdeutsche Regiment, and Graeme is no exception. However, since meeting Hermangoling's regiment, the officers and men of the Greater German Regiment could not help but have deep doubts about their position in the German ** regiment. If the Army Headquarters really attaches importance to itself, why would it give so many new and powerful land weapons to the Air Force, and will the Air Force people be able to play the role of these weapons better than we do?

Not only the Greater German Regiment, but also the entire 19th Panzer Corps, including Guderian, were dazzled by the luxurious equipment of the Hermann Goering Regiment. Everywhere the Herman Goering Regiment passed, all kinds of envious, jealous and hateful eyes fell on the Herman Goering Regiment. If it weren't for the wealthy General Ge standing behind Hermangolin's regiment, it is estimated that the three armored divisions of the 19th Panzer Corps would have joined forces with the Greater German Regiment to loot.

I hope that these people in the Air Force have enough tactical literacy to give full play to the power of these equipment, otherwise it would be a pity.

Graeme yawned heavily, turned back into the woods, and fell asleep under a larch wrapped in a blanket.

After some time, Graeme suddenly opened his eyes and looked sleepily at the adjutant who had woken him up.

"The men of the 6th and 8th companies retreated from the village of Burson, and the men of the air force also withdrew."

"Why?" Graeme asked.

"The French counterattacked."

Graeme was startled, jumped up from the ground, folded the blanket three times and threw it aside, and hurried to the south side of the woods.

Graeme collided head-on with the 6th and 8th companies that had retreated into the woods, and grabbed the commander of the 6th company, Captain Herbert, who asked, "How many enemies are there?" ”

"I don't know, Major Schultz said that the French were coming, and ordered us to withdraw into the woods and prepare for battle."

Graeme let go of Herbert and then found Schultz.

"How many enemies are there?" Graeme asked.

"At least one battalion of infantry, and forty or fifty tanks." Schultz replied.

"With our troops, we can completely keep them out of the village, why are you retreating?" Graeme asked angrily.

"It's easy to block them, but what I want is total annihilation, you remember, we paratroopers have a motto, paratroopers are born to surround others." Schultz was oblivious to Graeme's anger and said with a smile.

"Who said that?" Graeme asked, half-convinced.

"Captain Mandol said."

"Okay, how do I see you surround them?"

Five or six minutes later, the 1st Parachute Battalion and the Heavy Weapons Battalion of the Hermangolin Regiment withdrew into the woods, leaving only the deserted village of Bursun.

After waiting patiently for half an hour at the edge of the forest, the figure of the French ** team finally appeared in Graeme's telescope.

More than 40 tanks spewed black plumes of smoke from the tail exhaust pipes, yellow dust was raised under the constantly rotating tracks, and French infantry in khaki military uniforms bent down and followed the tanks with small steps, pressing towards the village of Bulsun with great vigour.

Rushing into the deserted village of Burson, Major Pierre, commander of the first battalion of the 213th Infantry Regiment of the 55th French Infantry Division, breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart that the first step of the counteroffensive had finally been completed, what should I do next? Continue to advance towards the Maas River and drive the Germans across the river? Or do you want to stay here and hold on?

Pierre put the revolver into the holster at his waist, walked into the tank column, and found the commander of the 4th Tank Battalion, Bernard, and after discussing for a while, the two decided to continue to advance towards the Maas River, after all, the order given by the division commander was to advance to the Maas River and destroy the German bridgehead.

"Look at our planes," Bernard said, pointing to a group of planes flying north in the sky, "this is the fourth group I've seen, the Air Force is already in full swing, and we can't afford to lag behind." ”

"We are not the frightened guys of the 295th regiment, we want to let the Germans know that France is dangerous, and there are their cemeteries everywhere." At the mention of the 295th Infantry Regiment, Pierre's face was full of contempt.

The village of Burson and its perimeter were the farthest part of the 55th Infantry Division's defense line on the Maas River, and the 295th Infantry Regiment was originally stationed here.

Witnessing the five-hour bombardment of the Luftwaffe, coupled with the panic of the soldiers fleeing from the banks of the Maas River, the morale of the 295th Regiment of the 55th Infantry Division was already shaky. Then a false rumor that German tanks had bypassed the position of the 295th Regiment and that the 295th Regiment had been surrounded became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and at 7 o'clock in the evening of May 8, the 295th Regiment collapsed without seeing a single German tank, and the last line of defense of the 55th Division was gone.

Enraged, the commander of the 55th Division, La Fontaine, announced the disbandment of the 295th Regiment, and then ordered the 213th Infantry Regiment and the 4th and 7th Tank Battalions of the divisional reserve to regain the first-line positions of Burson and drive the Germans back to the north bank of the Maas River.

Pierre stopped some of the routs on the way and learned that the Germans had crossed the river at three or four o'clock yesterday afternoon.

Pierre thought to himself, it was only about 20 hours since three or four o'clock yesterday afternoon, how many German infantry could come? Not to mention tanks.

Those cowards of the 295th Regiment simply found an excuse to escape, and did not want to take on the duty of soldiers to protect their families and defend the country, Pierre said with disdain in his heart.

The 4th Tank Battalion then resumed its marching formation and headed north along the D229 road, with the infantry following the tanks with rifles and Pierre following the ranks on a silver, white-fronted horse.

As soon as the party left the village of Bursun, Pierre heard a loud "boom" in front of the team, and Pierre was startled, jumped off his horse with one leg, ran to the ditch on the right side of the road, and hid.

Shells fell one after another on the ranks of the French troops, and from time to time French soldiers were killed and wounded, and soon seven or eight corpses lay on the road, and a dozen wounded lay in pools of blood wailing. The surviving French troops took refuge in roadside trenches, and some of the timid ones even ran back to the village of Borson.

Pierre took out his binoculars and looked unhurriedly in the direction where the shell was fired, but what he saw was a forest.

It seems that the infantry of the Germans is hiding in these woods, and their number should not be very large, as can be seen from these ** sparse density, they should have seen that they were going to attack their bridgehead, so they wanted to use this method to obstruct themselves, they were too naïve.

This group of German troops must not be left unattended, otherwise as soon as they leave, they will definitely cut off their own rear routes.

Pierre immediately made the decision to exterminate the Germans in the woods.

The 46 FCM36 tanks of the 4th Tank Battalion left the road one after another and drove towards the woods five or six hundred meters away, and the infantry, driven by officers, crawled out of the trenches on the side of the road and swarmed behind the tanks to charge into the woods.

Pierre led his lieutenant and heralds to a house north of the village of Burson, and watched as his men rushed towards the woods.

** Still falling into the French infantry group from time to time, the charging path left corpses and screaming wounded one after another, until the French charging party was about 300 meters from the woods, when the German shelling suddenly stopped.

The Germans must have fled, Pierre snorted coldly, and stretched out his thumb to wipe his proud mustache.

Under Pierre's cold and arrogant gaze, when the French charging party rushed to a distance of 200 meters from the woods, a sudden change occurred.

In the charging FCM36 tank group, the armor of four or five tanks suddenly flashed with dazzling fire, and the turrets of the tanks spun and flew into the sky with a rumbling explosion.

A dozen more tanks came to a halt, the turret hatch was lifted, and the tankers jumped out of the tank in a hurry, headless flies and crashed into the group of infantry following behind.

Before Pierre could figure out what was going on, seven or eight more FCM36 tanks burst into flames on their armor, and then "peeled open" and turned into a pile of scrap metal, no one escaped, and the tankmen were apparently all killed.

The surviving French tanks hurriedly began to reverse, and the French infantry, hiding behind, scattered in all directions for fear of being hit by the tanks that had no eyes, and the charging team immediately became chaotic.

Anti-tank guns! There must be a lot of anti-tank guns hidden in the woods, I was fooled, Pierre thought in horror. (The novel "Eagle of the Third Reich" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! )

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