With only 200 meters apart, the French armoured forces quickly achieved their goal and managed to circle the German flanks, although they lost four more tanks on the way.

"Scheisse (German classic national curse, to the effect of his mother)!" Wittmann looked at the French tank that had circled around his side and couldn't help but curse angrily.

Although he was quite confident that the Tiger's 80mm thick side armor with a 20° inclination could block the French armor-piercing shells, to be honest, the French armor-piercing shells, although a little smaller in caliber, were also full of destructive power.

I really can't penetrate your armor, I'll hit your weight wheel, and if I burst your load wheel and you can't move, I will have 10,000 ways to slowly play you to death, the French commander thought.

"Boss! The French bastards have come around our side, what to do?! Schmidt, who was operating the Tiger in a circle trying to aim the front armor at the French tank, gritted his teeth and shouted nervously, "Why don't we go back!" This gives us more time! ”

"No! Can't go back! Weitman frowned and refused, "The back is all infantry, and retreating will kill them!" ”

"So what to do?" Schmidt's forehead was covered with cold sweat, there were too many French tanks, although he had already aimed the front of the car at the few tanks that had been rounded to the side earlier, but at the same time he had given a few slow-moving tanks a good window of fire - they were already half-surrounded, and no matter how they turned, there were always French tanks on their flanks.

Looking at the French tank that kept firing at his side, Wittmann hammered the bench hard, and then, as if he had made up his mind, pushed open the hatch above his head and leaned out, and asked the twenty or so soldiers hiding under the protection of the tank: "Which of you has an anti-tank grenade?" ”

"We have it all! Sir! Eric pulled out a Type 2 anti-tank grenade from his waist and waved it at Wittman, replying, "All of us are trained in anti-tank!" How can we help? ”

"I want you to help us get rid of some tanks! There are too many of them, and they are too close to us to deal with them! Wittmann said succinctly.

"No problem, sir!" Eric nodded, then gave an order to the soldiers behind him, and took the lead in rushing out of the cover of car No. 1331 and rushing towards the nearest French tank.

Seeing that the company commander was taking the lead, the other soldiers also took out their own anti-tank grenades and followed.

"Germans! Watch out for the Germans! They have grenades! The French commander saw through Wittmann's plan at a glance and reminded his men loudly.

"Machine guns! Machine gun! The French commander, who was firing with all his might, kicked the radio communicator who was in charge of operating the radio and machine guns.

Soon, one of the two 7.5mm M31 MG machine guns equipped on the tank went off (the other was operated by the commander, who apparently did not have the ability to find the enemy while firing and loading and manipulating the machine gun).

The machine guns were very lethal to the infantry, and soon several German soldiers who could not dodge were pierced by bullets and lay on the ground wailing.

However, they also succeeded in distracting half of the French tanks' firepower and most of their attention.

“Sauerei！ (Another classic German scolding, which means almost sow-raised...... Wittman scolded, "I'm the happiest to shoot those machine guns!" ”

"Phew!" After a cannon shot, a French tank that had knocked down three German soldiers in succession turned into a cloud of fireworks, and unfortunately, it was hit by an ammunition rack.

The proximity of the two armies was finally realized on the German side, and Eric, who rushed to the front, successfully approached the effective throwing distance of the grenade.

Eric immediately fell to the ground, and after a short rest, he pulled the fuse of the anti-tank grenade in his hand, then crouched up and threw the grenade out in his hand in a standard crouching throwing position.

As an improved version of the "Type 1", the "Type II" anti-tank grenade has modified a series of problems exposed by the "Type 1" grenade in the Spanish Civil War, such as it can be thrown like an ordinary grenade, instead of throwing a discus like the "Type 1", which greatly increases the hit rate, in addition to some problems of the "Type 1", the Type II also strengthens the charge and optimizes the design, and enhances its armor-piercing ability while the original weight is roughly the same.

It is a pity that anti-tank grenades are used against light tanks and some lightly armored targets, and the main armor of the B1-bis heavy tank 60mm is far from being penetrated by an anti-tank grenade.

Therefore, although Eric accurately dropped the "Type II" anti-tank grenade on the B1-bis, it did not do much damage to the heavy tank.

It's like the B1-bis shelling Tiger.

"Hell!" Eric yelled in disappointment, then fell back to his stomach.

The other soldiers also threw their grenades at the French tanks, but their grenades were either lost or, as Eric did.

French tanks took the opportunity to slaughter a group of German soldiers, and they also managed to break a Tiger load wheel, rendering it incapacitated.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more critical, Eric was sweating profusely.

Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.

"Who still has grenades? Who still has grenades?! Eric, lying on the ground, shouted at the ground in front of his nose.

"I still have it!" I don't know where an answer came from.

"Throw it to me!"

Soon, a grenade was dropped next to Eric.

Eric hurriedly picked up the grenade and held it to his chest, then cautiously poked his head out to look at the French tank not far away.

"Cover that kid! Cover him! Wittman saw the ghostly Eric at a glance, and he shouted an order, "Attract fire!" I think this kid has found a way to take out the tank! ”

"Phew!" Car No. 1331 once again spewed out an armor-piercing bullet, destroying a French tank with precision, and the mechanic Varna Irigang even manipulated the MG42 in front of the car, shooting a series of sparks on the front armor of the French tank.

It was clear to everyone that if the infantry could not take out the French tanks, they would probably have to abandon the infantry and retreat today.

Their armor-piercing shells are running out soon.

After seeing that the French tanks were successfully attracted to firepower and no one was paying attention to his side, Eric quickly rushed out of his hiding place and lay on his back in front of a B1-bis.

The B1-bis had no idea that there was a person hiding in front of the car, and drove over the ground grazing Eric's nose.

"God forbid!" Eric stood up after the French tank drove over, kissed the grenade in his hand, and threw it at the back armor of the B1-bis.

As if time had passed, the grenade slowly streaked across the sky as everyone watched, and then smashed precisely into the back of the B1-bis.

"Boom!" It was ignited with ammunition and turned into the most brilliant fireworks in the eyes of all the Germans on the scene.