The appearance on the outside is completely opposite to what Maeterlinck said in the bomb hole.

The original sturdy and well-established bunkers are now no longer neat and tidy, and they have become full of pits, and even the intricate trench nets have to be much more "simple".

"Squad leader, didn't you say that the Germans' artillery did not pose the slightest threat to us?" Carrasco, who had crawled out of the shadows, asked with a pale face after looking at the tragic appearance in front of him.

"It's just a little bit of a ruin......" Maeterlinck swallowed, his mouth stiff.

In fact, everyone knows very well that under the bombardment of German 155mm heavy artillery, the Belgian army is by no means simply "destroying a little position".

Because they were in a hurry, the anti-artillery holes dug out did not do any reinforcement at all, only a few simple pieces of wood as supports, such anti-artillery holes could not block the attack of 155mm heavy guns, and their group of people were able to survive unscathed completely because of God's mercy.

Sure enough, by the time the officers began to give the order to assemble, a full third of the men were missing from the tattered position.

"Get down, get down! Find cover! Maeterlinck led his squad and ran quickly into the tattered position, "The shelling is over, and the Germans are coming up." God, let's hope our anti-tank trenches will be of some use......"

Just as Maeterlinck prayed that the anti-tank trench he had worked so hard for most of the day would successfully hold back the German armored army, a vague "buzzing" sound appeared in the sky ahead.

Like the sound of flies flying.

The crowd looked at the source of the sounds in confusion, and soon, the soundmakers revealed their true colors.

For Belgium, it is indeed a group of "flies", but this group of "flies" is a bit big, and it may still hurt a little to slap people's faces.

“For Unlaful Carnal Knoledge！ (Fancy FXXK)" Maeterlinck subconsciously popped out a rather classic national curse, "It's too much, right?" Heavy artillery finished bombing the plane? ”

"Where's our plane?!" Someone wailed.

"Don't worry, everyone! The French Allies have a field airfield behind us! Seeing that the morale of the army began to waver, the battalion commander hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Every company commander will stabilize your soldiers for me!" The French allies will not remain indifferent to the bombing of us! ”

Sure enough, not long after the battalion commander finished shouting, the same "buzzing" sound appeared in the sky on the other side, but it was much weaker than on the German side.

Soon, 21 MS.406H painted in the livery of the French Air Force appeared in the field of vision of the Belgians.

"Oh, oh, oh!" "French lad! Knock over those damn Germans! "Get your machine guns roaring! Let the Germans know we're awesome! Seeing the Allied fighters coming to support, the Belgian troops on the position stood up excitedly, waving their hats frantically at the fighters in the air and shouting loudly.

The French pilots in the sky also seemed to hear their voices, and they shook their wings at them as they steered their planes, and then swooped down on the German bomber group with an accelerated speed.

"Grayback, sparrow has taken the bait." Seeing the French fighter accelerating towards him, the commander of the dive bomber unit, codenamed "Golden Eagle", said to the commander of the JG52 fighter wing, codenamed "Grayback", through the on-board radio.

"Understood, we'll come down now." The commander of the fighter unit responded, then pressed the control stick and led 12 ME109s to dive towards the French group.

The French pilots reacted quickly, and when they saw some other planes suddenly appear overhead, they felt that something was wrong, and they fled in all directions, but how could they escape the hands of the experienced German pilots?

Lesman, who was in the midst of a rapid dive, immediately pulled the joystick and skillfully maneuvered the ME109 to flatten and bite an MS.406 after discovering that the French group below was starting to scatter and flee.

"Bastard! I was bitten by a German guy! The French pilot quickly spotted Lesmann who was approaching behind him through the 6-point mirror, "Can anyone help me?" Damn it! Can anyone help me?! ”

"Man! You're on your own. The commander of the French fighter group sighed helplessly, "Our formation is disrupted, and we can't help you." ”

"Damn it!" The French pilot was in despair, knowing full well that with the maneuverability of the MS.406, it would be difficult to escape from the ME109, even though the one chasing him was by far the worst maneuverable ME109G1 of the ME109 series.

But it's impossible to wait for death without moving, and if you don't move, won't you become a king?

So the French pilot began one of the most wonderful aerobatics of his life, what circle, dive, jump, combat turn, slip reversal, somersault, diagonal somersault, half somersault flip, horizontal figure eight, up and down horizontal figure eight, jump circle, jump reversal, up and down multiple rolls, horizontal one or more rolls and slow rolls, etc., etc., etc., he did it all over again, but when he finished it, he looked back, and the ME109G1 still followed him unhurriedly, as if he were watching a joke.

"The lad flew well." Lesmann looked at the French pilot, who had a wonderful performance, sneered, and then pulled the gun trigger hard.

"Tom tom!" With a slight shudder from ME109, more than a dozen shells broke out of their breeches and flew towards the French fighter at a distance of 100 meters.

The power of the 20mm cannon was not great, but it was quite enough to blow up the crispy fighter with almost zero armor like the MS.406.

After a non-violent explosion, MS.406 was broken into three pieces and fell to the ground.

"Albano, this is the first one." Lesman looked at the sky without umbrella flowers, touched the photo attached to the dashboard with his thumb, and then pushed the joystick to fly towards the next target.

"Our revenge has begun!"

There is nothing cruel in the world than God giving you hope and then snatching it away from you.

The Belgians experienced this at this moment, and when they were most desperate, the French air force came to their aid, and just when they thought they were saved, the French air force was beaten by the Germans and fled, leaving them to look at the sky full of iron crosses with a bewildered expression.

"Rubbish! French waste! "What kind of dog plane are you flying?" ! "The Belgians, who had cheered the loudest, were still cheering the loudest.

"Don't scold, don't kill you?! Bastards, find a place to hide! The battalion commander jumped down from the high ground where he had been standing and yelled.

After listening to the words of the battalion commander, everyone reacted, and now the most important thing is not that the French allies have been beaten away, but that the bombs of the Germans who are stepping on their horses are about to be thrown on their heads!

"Run!" I don't know who shouted, and the crowd scattered in all directions, just like the French pilots who had been angrily scolded by them earlier.