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As if hearing Pierre's heart, a group of steel beasts swaggered out of the woods.

The appearance of fourteen tank destroyers and ten assault guns No. 4 caused panic among the attacking French troops, and several surviving FCM36 tanks were dying and struggling, shaking their turrets and firing desperately at the German tanks, and the 37mm shells clanged on the German tanks and splashed several sparks before being ejected into the air.

The firing of the French tanks attracted the attention of the German tanks to themselves, and more than two dozen German tanks stopped one after another, and after a salvo, there was not a single moving French tank on the battlefield.

The appearance of German tanks was only the beginning of the destruction of the French army, and on the west side of the woods where the German troops were hiding, more than forty Type 251 armored vehicles roared towards the left flank of the French army; On the eastern side of the woods, the same number of armored vehicles rushed to the right flank of the French troops.

The infantry of the 5th and 6th companies of the Greater German Regiment jumped out of the forest and charged the French front behind the German tanks.

Pierre watched the turn of battle in a panic and roared: "What about my horse, bring my horse quickly, damn it, didn't you see those Germans rushing over?" ”

The groom hurriedly brought Pierre's beloved horse, Pierre got on the horse, raised his whip and whipped twice on the horse's right buttocks, and the horse let out a painful neigh, raised the horse's hooves and galloped south.

Pierre's staff, grooms, and orderlies stared at Pierre in amazement, then reacted and fled south.

Pierre managed to escape, but the French infantry on the battlefield became lambs to the slaughter, and the two legs of the infantry could not outrun the half-track at 55 kilometers per hour, let alone in the open grass.

Machine guns rang out one after another, and thirty or forty French soldiers who were rushing south fell in pools of blood one after another, and the brutal death made the surviving French soldiers realize the reality.

One, two, one group, two groups, the French infantrymen scrambled to throw away their weapons and raise their hands to the German soldiers who swept the battlefield.

The captives were dealt with by their own junior officers, and Major Schultz walked over to a wrecked FCM36 tank and carefully examined the pile of scrap metal.

Schultz pulled out his dagger and pierced the crack in the front armor of the tank, picked up the steel plate that was raised high, turned his head and said to Major Graeme: "Look at this poor fellow, he received a 105-mm grenade in the front, and the welds of the armor were cracked. ”

Graeme's gaze swept over the fcm36 tank, which weighed only twelve tons, and finally rested on the short, thin 37mm gun on the turret.

Looking back at the long and thick 105mml28 gun on the No. 4 assault gun, and the 75mml60 gun on the No. 4 tank destroyer, Graeme nodded and said: "Lieutenant Colonel Mandol is right, in the face of our powerful firepower, French tanks can only be called scrap copper and rotten iron, and there is no more suitable name for them." ”

"No, no, no, the regimental commander I'm talking about is not Commander Mandolfer, it's Commander Rosen, who went to Norway last month with a survey team, fought several battles with the French in Norway, and killed one of their divisions. He sent back to our regiment some of his experience in combat, and we had a preliminary understanding of the combat effectiveness and weapon performance of the French before the start of the French campaign, not to mention anything else, at least in terms of land weapons, our regiment had an overwhelming advantage. ”

Graeme's eyes lit up, and a hint of admiration could not help but rise in his heart, it seemed that the Hermangolin Regiment could win the battle more than just advanced weapons. They even sent a mission to Norway, and the head of the mission personally led it, and this kind of forward-looking vision alone is admirable.

"In the eyes of your regimental commander, oh, that regimental commander, doesn't the French Army have decent weapons?" Graeme asked.

"Of course, the regimental commander said that in the battle in France, you must pay attention to two tanks, of course, for our Herman Goering regiment, it is just that we need to pay attention. But for you, it's quite dangerous. Schultz said.

The expression on Major Graeme's face immediately became serious, and he asked, "What tank?" ”

"One is the French B1 tank, and the other is the British Matilda 2." Schultz said as he pulled out two blank sheets of paper from the right waist pocket of his military uniform.

Schultz unfolded the blank paper, pointed to the first blank paper and said: "You see, this is the B1 tank, he is very recognizable, because he has two guns, one on the turret, and one on the upper right of the front of the hull." As for the Matilda Type 2, it is a little more difficult to distinguish. ”

Seeing the tanks drawn on two blank sheets of paper, Major Graeme was already admiring in his heart, the preparation of the Hermann Goering regiment was too sufficient, it seems that the famous commander Rosen not only said big words such as "we can defeat France in eight weeks", he also has real skills in combat, no wonder he can participate in the formulation of the Manstein-Rosen plan.

"How did you know that the French and the British had these two tanks?" Graeme asked.

"The head of the regiment told us, and I don't know how he knew." Schultz replied.

Graeme pointed to the blank sheets of paper and said, "Can I make a copy of what is on these two sheets?" ”

"Absolutely."

Graeme quickly recruited two sketchers from among his subordinates and copied the B1 and Matilda 2 tanks in two copies of their appearance and parameters, one for himself and the other for Lieutenant Colonel Schwelin, the commander of the Greater German Regiment.

The Germans reoccupied the village of Burson, and Major Graeme led his men to defend the village and guard the prisoners, while Major Schultz regrouped his forces and continued the offensive south.

In the southern part of the village of Chemeri, four kilometres southwest of the village of Burson, the wreckage of more than 40 FCM36 tanks was scattered across the open field, and billowing black smoke rose from the wreckage. Around the wreckage, more than 300 French soldiers sat on the ground with their heads down, and around them stood German soldiers with loaded guns.

While Pierre's 1st and 4th Tank Battalions attacked the village of Borsun, the 2nd Battalion of the 213th Infantry Regiment, also supported by the 7th Tank Battalion, attacked the village of Cimmery. After two volleys, the tank battalion of the Hermangoling regiment took out the French 7th Tank Battalion, and more than 40 Type 251 half-tracks rushed into the French infantry group while strafing.

In front of steel, the French infantry, which was only flesh and blood, only held out for a few minutes before losing the courage to resist, and after paying the price of more than 200 people killed and wounded, the surviving French soldiers obediently became prisoners of the German army.

The prisoners were handed over to the custody of the Großdeutsche Mission, and Mantofil regrouped his forces.

After receiving Schultz's battle report, Mandolfil ordered Schultz to march to the village of Stoney, and his troops would cover his right flank and try to take the village of Stoney before dark.

Just as Hermangorin's regiment was marching towards the village of Stoney, Pierre's horse let out a series of neighs and stopped at a two-story building south of the village of Stoney.

Jumping off his sweaty horse, Pierre panted and rushed to the first floor to find the commander of the 213th regiment, Colonel Martin.

"Our counterattack failed, the tanks of the Germans had already crossed the river, hundreds of them in the vicinity of the village of Bulsun alone, and our tanks were not at all their opponents. They are most likely now heading south, and we need reinforcements, otherwise they are no match for them with our current forces. ”

Colonel Martin was about to speak, when another man rushed into the room, it was Major Richard, the commander of the second battalion.

"The tanks of the Germans, they have already crossed the river, they are everywhere, they are rushing towards us all over the mountains, and there is not a single infantry in sight, it is terrible." Richard shouted, dancing with his hands.

Colonel Martin was skeptical of Pierre's story, suspecting that Pierre was just making excuses for his defeat, but now that Richard said the same, Colonel Martin had to be cautious.

The only regimental headquarters of the 213th Regiment and the three battalions left in reserve were deployed in the village of Stoney, and if the Germans really had as many tanks as Pierre and Richard had said, they should have actively considered the transfer.

The 213th Regiment now had only 6 25-mm anti-tank guns and a dozen anti-tank guns, which was certainly no match for those German tanks.

Colonel Martin hesitated, and a lieutenant staff officer walked into the room and handed him a telegram: "Division commander urgent telegram. ”

Martin took the telegram and glanced at it to see what it was in, and the hesitation on his face swept away.

Putting away the telegram, Martin solemnly said to Richard and Pierre: "The 3rd Panzer Division is on its way here, it will arrive before dark, and we must hold out until they arrive." You come with me, tell me the details of those German tanks, and together we will figure out how to deal with them. (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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