On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the Grim Reaper is just to every warrior, and it never takes sides. When the shells of the French ** team rained down on the heads of the German tanks, this powerful god gently flapped its pair of dark wings and descended on the German ** team. It smirked and placed its sharp scythe around the necks of the warriors who had offered sacrifices to it a quarter of an hour before.

The greedy god is never satisfied with the amount of blood, the groans of the dying are its hors d'oeuvres, the mutilated limbs are its dessert, and all life, noble and lowly, brave and cowardly, is the object of its hunting. The German team shed its first blood in this battle.

"Number 342 was hit, oh my God. Poor Findike. ”

When the smoke cleared from the shell explosion, the driver, Levik, shouted loudly.

Tank No. 342 was in the center of the first row of the formation, and the French must have taken it as the command vehicle of the German tank group. It was immediately overwhelmed by French shells, and no one could tell how many 75-mm shells it had hit, and the tank and its crew that became the target of public criticism were turned into the dust of history in an instant.

"All attention, spread out the formation. One row and two rows were on the left wing, four were on the right wing, and three rows followed me. Advance in a platoon-level battle formation, don't go in a straight line, and attack as a whole! Assault! Snyder yelled desperately at the communicator.

Now his heart was filled with remorse, and he finally realized what a fatal mistake he had made, and how stupid his order to distance himself from the enemy was. He had put himself and his brave men in a dangerous position, where he could not inflict damage on his enemies at a distance that they could apparently easily destroy themselves. If you don't get out of the current situation as soon as possible, what awaits you and this company will be a bottomless abyss.

"Fire! Don't stop! Attack, attack, disrupt each other's actions! Don't give them a chance to target us! ”

Snyder shouted the order, and he pushed open the overhead hatch and stood on the control tower. Now he doesn't care about his personal safety, as long as he can save his company, he is willing to pay any price now.

"Three platoons went to my right flank and fired at the tanks in the middle of the opposing side. It doesn't matter if it hits or not. Don't slow down, go full throttle! ”

Snyder stood on the tower and roared loudly, staring at the French tank group opposite with a telescope in his hand. His companies had now dispersed, and under the leadership of their respective platoon commanders, they formed small three- or four-car formations, roaring towards the French.

For Snyder, distance is of the essence now, and he must get into an effective attack range before the French tanks can destroy themselves one by one. He didn't know how far it was, a hundred or fifty meters, but he believed he could find the answer, but before that he could make sure he made it alive.

"One row and two rows, you spread out a little more, keep the current speed, their 75mm gun is fixed, don't give them a chance to aim at you." Snyder lowered his binoculars.

His car was passing the burning wreckage of Tank 342 when Snyder turned his head to look at the destroyed vehicle. The once-imposing Tank IV now looks nothing more than miserable, with a single piece of front armor cracking off the edge of its welded wires and twisting and landing in front of the front of the vehicle with additional armor plates fastened with nuts. The tracks had been broken, and the escape door on the side of the car was gone, leaving only a large hole spitting flames.

Several sturdy load-bearing wheels had broken off from the shock absorbers and were scattered around the wreckage, the body of the car was creaking with flames, the detonated ammunition was constantly exploding in the body, thick black smoke mixed with bright red flames tumbled into the sky, and the air was filled with the stench of rubber and the burning corpses.

The turret of 342 was thrown away from the body by the violent explosion, and it toppled on the ground next to the hull, scattering all sorts of debris in the turret, and a half-charred corpse lay beside it. Although it was too far away to make out the rank mark on the crumbling sleeve of the military uniform, the blonde hair that could still be made out of it was Sergeant Ferndick, the commander of Tank 342, who was the only one in the crew with such beautiful blonde hair.

Looking at the miserable corpses of his subordinates, Snyder couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. It was the third car he'd lost, and this time it was entirely his own mistakes, for which he would never forgive.

"Attack forward! No ceasefire! ”

Snyder roared with bloodshot eyes, and Tank IV was charging at a rapid pace and raining down shells on the French tanks, which were only roughly aimed and fired on the move with no accuracy, but still achieved the results Snyder wanted.

The rapidly approaching German tanks and the shells that kept falling around threw the French tanks into disarray, and for a time they were unable to organize organized interdiction fire to block the approach of the German tanks.

As soon as the French tankers calmed down from the euphoria of destroying a German tank, they found themselves in a new situation. Looking at the scattered German tanks that were charging wildly, the French tankmen were a little at a loss, they did not know which direction to attack the enemy first, let alone how to stop the enemy's approach.

Their head Jean. Colonel de Valille was not a competent commander, and he was overwhelmed by the sudden change in German tactics.

The commander was not a coward, but he was a complete shit. This was already agreed among his subordinates. But what surprised the French soldiers even more was that there was an unknown thought in the hearts of their commanders, one that could kill them all.

While destroying a German tank Jean. Colonel de Valyer's vanity felt a little satisfied, but it did not alleviate the uneasiness in his heart. The commander believed that the current battle had been a mistake from the beginning, and that the fighting enthusiasm in his heart, which had been burned by previous victories, had long since been extinguished by the frenzied bombing of Luftwaffe bombers. If it weren't for the division command strictly ordering him to continue the offensive and occupy that village, if he hadn't had a trace of fear of the court-martial, he would have led his tank regiment to retreat.

Let. Colonel de Valille believed that no matter how many German tanks he destroyed, how many German ** troops he destroyed, how many fortified positions he occupied, it was useless. All these efforts would come to naught when the Germans regrouped their forces, and he even wondered if he and his troops would survive the terrifying German counterattack.

The colonel cursed his stubborn boss from the bottom of his heart that he wouldn't have ended up in this kind of land if he hadn't come up with this damn offensive plan, and if he made it back to the War Department alive this time, he vowed to use all his connections to get that bastard out of the army.

Let. De Valille had never encountered the current situation, and the French armored corps textbook only showed how the tank cooperated with the infantry offensive tactics, and did not explain how to engage the opposing tank group. Looking at the rapidly approaching group of German tanks, let. De Valyer could only desperately order his subordinates to open fire, he did not think of how to distribute his firepower, and he did not order to change the formation in his favor. The commander delegated all his authority to his subordinates, leaving it up to them to choose their own targets.

The French tanks stopped in place and slowly turned their bodies in all directions, trying to get the fast-moving targets into the scope of the main gun. But this is too difficult for a sluggish tank like theirs, and the delicate differential rotation simply can't keep up with the speed of those frantic sprints. The French tankers fired one shell after another with all their might, but all the precious shells fell far behind the German tanks, creating craters and craters in vain on the French soil.

In the end, a few sober magistrates finally realized the problem, and they hurriedly stopped the scattered and futile shooting of their subordinates. The French tanks in the center slowly retreated, while their flanks began to slowly unfold, and the rearguard tanks were moved to the front. The French launched a wide artillery formation, and the organized shelling resumed under the command of those junior officers.

The power of a salvo of forty medium tanks was terrible, and the high-density shelling completely blocked the way of the German tanks. Snyder began to suffer a series of losses, Tank 343 was smashed into scrap metal, and all crew members were killed, followed by No. 345 and No. 341 were shot in succession, No. 345 was blown to pieces on the spot, and No. 341 collapsed on the offensive road and smoked from the road.

Since then, Snyder's fourth platoon has disappeared from the German Army sequence, and the German tank attack on the French right flank has been completely annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, two tanks in the left flank attack force, No. 322 and No. 315, were also paralyzed on the ground, and the fate of the crew members was unknown. The successive blows sent Snyder into a state of explosion, and the tank company commander stood upright on the conning tower in the face of scattered shrapnel, issuing one order after another in a hoarse voice.

He could not tolerate the worthless destruction of his company, and even if the whole army was destroyed, he would have to drag a few French tanks to support his brethren.

"Launch smoke grenades. Regroup, assault at full speed! ”

Snyder ordered loudly, now that they were only about three hundred meters away from the French tanks, they should be able to rush through that distance before the smoke cleared. With his order, a volley of smoke grenades exploded in the French tank group, and in the blink of an eye, the French tanks were enveloped in that white smoke. The landing point of the French shells began to move farther and farther away from the German tank group, and the shooting began to be scattered.

The thirteen German tanks that had survived the death assault took the opportunity to quickly regroup and then plunged headlong into the fog. The final assault began by the German armored forces, determined to defend their honor with their own lives. But no one noticed at the time that the gunfire on the positions of the villages in the distance had stopped, and a puff of smoke and dust was rising on the horizon at the end of the road. The highest level of rescue force in German history will appear in front of everyone.

In the next chapter, the long-awaited protagonist can finally appear. The rest of the story will be unfolded by the apostle, and after resting for so long, it's time for him to move his muscles. Before that, I would like to pay tribute to the brave soldiers who appeared before, the performance was hard. Ha ha.

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