The bloom of the four flowers of death completely frightened the French artillery. At this time, the standard equipment of the French divisional artillery regiment was 36 75 misses, and the Germans, who deliberately opened the impact point and fired the shells into different positions, caused nearly 30 guns to completely turn into scrap metal with 5 shells, and more than 20 guns were damaged to varying degrees, at least for a short time, and they could not be used again. And even if the artillery was not damaged, the affected French artillerymen were lucky enough not to die with wounds, and in the best case, the tympanic membrane was perforated, and at least for a while they had to be deaf.

5 shells completely destroyed 1 artillery regiment of the French army, and the number of the other 7788 incapacitated was about 2 artillery regiments, and the French panicked.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Move fast! If you don't want to be blown up by that thing, hurry up for me! "Ensign Duran, who was still calmly commanding Bernard's artillery squad ten minutes ago, lost his previous composure, before the Germans' 1 test shot, 1 corrected, and 4 effective shots proved that the French artillery positions had been targeted, and the result of continuing to stay here was to turn into debris and fly into the sky, so at this time all the French artillery was busy shifting positions, and several artillery positions were all in chaos.

"Tsk, France is moving quite fast, it seems that there is no need to play another round." The observer on the reconnaissance plane smacked his lips and said that although the French field artillery was not very powerful, it was indeed quite light. I used my binoculars to see that the frightened French artillerymen and even 5 people could run back with a field gun in a row, and they ran quite fast, and when they finished loading and adjusted their position, it was estimated that there was not much to fight on the position.

"The French artillery has withdrawn from its positions, and there is no need for the next round of shelling of the target." Listening to such a call, Lieutenant Colonel Michelle was a little unsatisfied, and he only fired 6 shells and had nothing to do? Why don't you take the French trenches and practice your hands again? With the power of 290 kg of high-explosive shells. A trench that collapses 2-300 meters in one attack should be fine, right? How can the French who stay in the trenches have a hundred or so people, right? Lieutenant Colonel Michelle was a little jumpy.

But the French are not stupid, knowing that there is such a terrible weapon on the opposite side and still staying still, it is really enough to live, if you want to solve the trouble, you must attack, tear through the German defenses, and kill the German artillery who operate those giant cannons face to face!

The French, who believed that after several days of tentative offensives, had figured out the details of the German army. After believing that they were preparing for more targeted firepower, focusing on destroying the barbed wire fences at the front of the German positions and the firing points on the first line of defense, there was no longer a problem in launching a full-scale offensive to break through the German lines. However, the German artillery returned fire to shatter their illusions, but the French army was still prepared to rely on a more resolute and decisive attack, relying on the bravery of the soldiers to break through the German lines, and so the French army's largest attack was launched after the French artillery was routed.

It is different from the standby troops who stay in the main trenches deep in the rear and have a cover on their heads. Daun, who stayed at the forefront of the position, also saw the flower of death on the French position, and the abrupt shelling of the French army told Sergeant Daun where the flower of death bloomed, which made him cheer excitedly with his comrades in the firing point, and the depression that had been passively beaten for several days was swept away, and the wave of excitement floating from not far away also proved that the comrades in other firing points were also in the same mood. However, Sergeant Dawn did not know that today would be the most difficult and longest day he had in a few days.

As a red flare rose from the French position, a sharp whistle echoed throughout the battlefield. I saw countless French soldiers wearing bright blue shirts and bright red trousers jumping out of the trenches, and rows after rows of French soldiers kept pouring out of the trenches. In an instant, a blue and red wave appeared in Sergeant Daun's eyes, rushing towards him with an indomitable momentum.

The shouts of tens of thousands of French soldiers mingled with the "La Marseillaise" played by the military band, filling the heavens and the earth, soaring straight into the clouds, and the spectacle would make everyone shudder, and feel that their small bodies would be shattered by this unstoppable wave. And then completely submerged.

"Boom!" Suddenly, an indisproportionate brown spot appeared in the bright wave, and a few splashes appeared in the blue-red wave. The German artillery in the rear did not see a spectacular wave, they just kept firing shells in positions that had been marked a long time ago.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! A series of explosions appeared in the advancing French ranks, and in an instant earth splattered up. The surrounding French soldiers were thrown into the air by the explosion, and their severed limbs flew in all directions. The shrapnel and stones that flew everywhere became lethal weapons, and the running soldiers could often see their comrades in front of them suddenly shoot something out of their heads, and then hear the crisp sound of bones shattering, and the back of the running just now fell to the ground, turning into a lifeless corpse.

Gunsmoke fills the battlefield, and death rages on the land. The originally high-pitched shouts and majestic music were mixed with discordant tunes. The person whose arm was blown off covered his wound and screamed miserably, the person who had been shot through his throat wanted to call for help, but he could only make a "snoring" sound from his mouth where gas and blood were mixed and rolled in his mouth, and the soldier who had been completely severed from the knee down by the fragments fell to the ground, looking at his calf not far away, as if he had forgotten the pain, and only hoped that he could take his leg back, and let out a terrifying cry from his mouth: "My leg! That's my leg! Who's going to pick it up for me! ”

The warm flesh and blood fell to the ground with the enticing aroma of roasted meat, mixing with the smell of gunsmoke on the battlefield, making people's stomachs tumble constantly.

The originally spectacular wave is like an oil painting maliciously splashed with brown paint by a child, and ugly brown vacancies continue to appear. The French did not back down from this, attack! Offensive! Only offense! Only by crossing this area and claiming victory can this end to this!

Attack, this belief has been deeply engraved into the marrow of the French army, after the Franco-Prussian War, the first army power in Europe was discredited, and those arrogant Germans ascended the throne in the palace of the French! France ceded land indemnity! Such a shame is a shame for all French people, and an unforgettable nightmare for the entire French Army!

In 1892, the Germans mobilized their troops to threaten war on the issue of partitioning Austria-Hungary, and in 1906, the Germans threatened war again with the Moroccan crisis. France, without exception, has chosen to back down in shame.

The reparations from the Franco-Prussian War did not crush France. After taking advantage of the vast colonies, taking all the destructive adjustments to the original economy of the colonies to meet the needs of France, and plundering the wealth of the colonies, France can still have a strong military force, so why should it continue to endure the humiliation inflicted on itself by the Germans?

If there are still politicians and even citizens who want to ease tensions with Germany, then the army is the stronghold of the anti-German forces. The French military was furious at decades of concessions. Dissatisfied with the fact that the army has always been in a passive defensive posture, they need to swing the sword of revenge at the Germans, what they need is an attack!

And the moment the offensive rose from the war level to the spiritual level, the entire French army fell into a voluntaristic fanaticism. They believed that the overall quality of the French soldiers above the German soldiers, combined with the indomitable offensive spirit, the great moment of crushing the enemy and regaining glory would easily come, and that France would be great again in this "offensive spirit".

Under the guidance of the "offensive spirit", the French army naturally could not retreat into the trenches, so the offensive returned to the field of war from a spirit. The entire French Army set off a combat doctrine that advocated offense and opposed defense.

In the Russo-Japanese War, the Japanese army's "pig spurt advance" in the battle to capture Lushun also became a corroboration of the French army's offensive theory. At this point, the entire French army was like brainwashing, worshipping the attack, the all-out attack, the desperate attack, and the decisive attack as the Bible.

Closer, closer, the German line of defense is in front of you! The French were vengeful by the heavy casualties they had suffered before, and the barbed wire fence of the stakes that had blocked the French attack a few days earlier had become tattered under the heavy care of the artillery fire, and the cunning Germans' tricks had failed, and they would soon be able to storm the German trenches. And then tear them apart completely!

"Da da da ......" Almost at the same time, machine gun fire rang out from all German fire points on the first line of defense. Two MG4s at each firing point spat out bright tongues of fire, bullets like whips drawn by the French, and the French soldiers who charged in a dense formation were immediately swept down in pieces, and the bullets swirled and drilled into the chests of these heroic French soldiers, and then pierced from behind, bringing up a puff of blood mist.

The French soldiers, who had just charged like a tidal wave, stopped their seemingly unstoppable footsteps in front of the German positions as if they had hit a breakwater. The German machine guns were like sickles. Reaping the lives of the French like wheat. The soldier who was shot fell like a stake on the way to the charge, and no Frenchman could stand in the area where the bullet swept through, and the visuals that seemed to be extremely strong made people feel that the machine gun was more lethal than the powerful cannons behind.

The French, who were pinned down on the ground and had to rely on craters to dodge, returned fire in vain with bolt-action rifles at the Germans' firing points. It seems that everything is the same as the other day, and soon the French will retreat, and then sneak in the evening to collect the corpses between the two armies, and their own side is very tacitly as if they did not see it. This time, however, the French had a strong desire to attack and were more resolute in attacking.

"Attack! Offensive! Offensive! This hellish scene did not stop the French troops, and a French officer with a command knife raised shouted in a hoarse and frenzied voice: "Don't lie on the ground!" Staying where you are will only be a target! Offensive! Rush in front of those square heads! Stab them in the heart with your bayonets! ”

While shouting, he picked up the soldiers lying on the ground around him, and forced them to continue the attack with a command knife, suddenly he felt that the soldiers he was carrying seemed to be too light, and when he looked down, he found that he only lifted half of his body, and the intestines of the corpse that were broken from his waist were dragged to the ground, his eyes were red and stunned, and he trembled with anger, and gently put the corpse back to the ground, and then raised his head and went to pick up the next person without hesitation, so that they could continue to attack!

However, his heroic actions did not last long, as a mortar shell exploded around him, splintering his body into a sieve and tearing his arm holding the command knife off his body. His body was carried into the sky by the shock wave, and then smashed to the ground like a broken sack, and the command knife fell off the flying arm, spun around the sky a few times, and then swayed slightly deep into the loose dirt that had been blown up by the cannonball. The ornamentation on the hilt of the sword still shimmered even on the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had already filled the battlefield.

At this distance, the Germans' regimental 105mm mortars and battalion 80mm mortars also joined the harvest, making it a grinding disc that constantly devoured the flesh and blood of the French army, but under the reckless attack of the French army, the German machine guns and artillery fire did not seem to be able to kill so many people. More and more rushed to the front of the German lines.

In the eyes of the French soldiers, these gaps were their own doors to victory, as if the waves rushed into the mouth of the river, the French soldiers began to gather towards the gaps, and the French attack turned from the surface to the line, and the gathered soldiers were like sharp spearheads, which would immediately pierce the German defense!

"Stupid." Looking at the French soldiers pouring in from the gap in front of him, Sergeant Daun smiled coldly. Aimed the muzzle at the notch, and pulled the trigger.

The crowded French became a good target for the German machine guns, and the bullets continued to castrate after penetrating the human body, often hitting 2-3 people before staying in the opponent's body. The corpses of the fallen French soldiers re-plugged the gap, and the unknown situation, seeing the comrades in front of them gather over, the French soldiers who thought that it was the passage approached and at the same time sent themselves to the guns of the Germans.

"Da ......" turned the gun, and found that the gap was already full of corpses of French soldiers. After the mountain of corpses blocked his view, Sergeant Dawn began to shoot extendedly. Strafing the assembled French soldiers, the French soldiers soon spread their bodies all over the land. In front of every firing point, as in front of Daun, the fallen French soldiers crowded the land with their uniforms and spread the land with blue and red stalls.

When they finally realized that the gaps were not a gateway to victory but a gateway to hell, the French soldiers came to their senses and began to try to open the gaps elsewhere. However, the situation returned to the situation of a few days ago, and the French soldiers who tried to break the barbed wire with bayonets and hands did not make the slightest progress, except for the blood cut by the barbs. When they were swept down by machine guns one after another, and the offensive was blocked in front of the German positions, the bloody nature of the French finally stimulated them to make self-sacrifices.

"Are these Frenchmen ****** crazy?!" Corporal Cole, who was holding a chain to ensure the smooth supply of machine guns, saw a French soldier take the initiative to pounce on the barbed wire. When he collapsed the barbed wire fence and opened a gap for his comrades, he finally couldn't help but curse.

A few days ago, the French offensive was blocked in front of the barbed wire, and after being beaten back by the Germans, both sides would have been in peace for the whole day, but today, it seems that the French have made up their minds to break through the German positions, no matter how painful the price may be. Shelling alone could not completely destroy the barbed wire fence of the Germans, but the bodies of French soldiers could!

The French soldiers, who had been shot continuously, threw their bodies on the barbed wire before dying, and more and more gaps were opened, although they were desperate to find that there was a second barbed wire in front of them, which was different from the stake barbed wire in front of them, like a horizontal spring, but if they continued to use the corpses of their comrades to open the way as before, Sergeant Daun knew that the second serpentine barbed wire would not be able to stop for long.

But at this time, support fire from the rear arrived.

"Immediate fire suppression of Area 2! Azimuth 3-1-0, range 600, fast! "The news from the forward observation post kept the German mortar crews in the third trench busy.

It was a 60-mm mortar of the company that opened fire, "3-1-0 in azimuth!" Range 600! High-explosive shells! Standard charge! No correction! Suppress the shot! ”

The 105mm and 80mm mortars were so powerful that it was no joke that a gadget would miss a shot at its own point of fire, so it was these smaller 60mm mortars that provided fire support from a dangerous distance to the first line of fire

In the circular mortar position, the German mortars were already in full position, and the paper cartridges with mortar shells were removed from the ammunition depot dug under the wall of the position, and arranged neatly next to the gun emplacement, each with its own demarcated firing area.

As the command was delivered, the sightman quickly rotated the high and low machine to adjust the elevation angle, and the ammunition hand pulled out the mortar shell from the cylindrical cartridge, and then took out two additional "C" rounds from a slightly shorter paper tube. Shoot. The medicine was stuck in the tube at the tail end of the mortar shell.

In the circular mortar position, the German mortars were already in full position, and the paper cartridges with mortar shells were removed from the ammunition depot dug under the wall of the position, and arranged neatly next to the gun emplacement, each with its own demarcated firing area.

The well-designed, constantly improved German mortar fully possessed all the features of a modern mortar, and increasing the firing range with an additional charge was simply a piece of cake. The addition of an additional charge without an additional charge is called a basic charge, 1 additional charge is a semi-charge, 2 is a standard charge, and 3 is a strong charge. The 60 mortar with a strong charge is capable of firing up to 1400 meters at a maximum range, providing reliable fire support for the first line of trenches even if it stays in the trenches in the rear.

Place the card attached to the hair. Shoot. The cannonball of the charge is handed to the loader, who easily pulls off the safety pin at the front of the cannonball, then puts the cannonball on the muzzle, then turns sideways to loosen his hand, and with the sound of metal rubbing, the cannonball slides into the barrel, and then with a muffled "bang", the cannonball flies out. The curved trajectory allowed the shells to pass over the front line and then smashed almost straight into the middle of the French troops. Although the power of the shell was not great, the prefabricated fragmentation groove originally carved on the inside of the bomb instantly tore the body into hundreds of pieces of shrapnel flying horizontally under the power of gunpowder, and the shrapnel blew up the flesh and blood of more than a dozen French soldiers around them, and several people were pried open by shrapnel and fell to the ground, and the red and white brains were sprinkled on the ground like coming out of an overturned bowl.

The French had never been so close to the German line of defense as they had ever been, and they could jump into the German trenches at a distance of a few tens of meters, come face to face with those damn Germans, and crush the Germans with their own courage!

However, this short space of a few tens of meters has completely become a chasm that the French cannot jump over. Courage, blood, self-sacrifice, and a series of the most beautiful and glorious qualities of human nature were trampled on by the Germans in the rain of bullets. The offensive spirit of the French could not help them break through the German defenses, could not help them withstand the steel and gunpowder of the Germans. The "offensive spirit" of the French taught a painful first lesson in the war on the Western Front.

The red sun was setting westward, and the French army was finally unable to attack.

The sun was setting like blood, and Daun looked out from the point of fire, and the wide battlefield was full of French military uniforms with blue shirts and red trousers, but they were no longer a spectacular wave like in the morning, they stayed there like a pool of stagnant water. The blood of the French soldiers slowly flowed on the brown soil of the original green turf, which had long been bombed by artillery fire, and the blood was absorbed by the soil, and the whole battlefield became a swamp of blood, a pool of blood.

Walking out of the firepower point full of gunpowder, the breeze blew, the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield gradually dissipated, lit a cigarette, and then took a hard puff, so that the smell of tobacco filled the lungs, and then exhaled deeply, but even so, the nasal cavity seemed to be filled with the smell of death.

Slowly sitting down against the wall of the trench, looking up at the clear sky when the smoke cleared, Sergeant Daun whispered a phrase from the French field regulations that he had picked up from the battlefield during the initial head-on encounter with France: "The French Army has now returned to tradition." Except for offense, I don't know anything else. (To be continued.) )

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