"Remember, wait until enemy infantry is close before firing. Listen to me! Concentrate your fire on the French infantry and don't aim at the armored vehicles, you won't be able to penetrate them, and that will only waste your ammunition. Give them to the artillery to pick them up, we are targeting the infantry. Did you hear it all? ”

The platoon commander, Warrant Officer Schmitt, stood in the trench and yelled at his men.

The SS squad leader wore a polished black Type 35 steel helmet, and the SS emblems on either side of the helmet were even more dazzling against the hazy sky.

A crisp gray-green military uniform, rock-gray breeches, and black officer's high riding boots that can be worn to show the figure. The standard armament belt was hung with a full set of officers' equipment, and all leather goods, from pistol holsters to map bags, were shiny with grease.

The delicate silver assault infantry battle badge and black battle wound badge worn under the left breast pocket attest to the bravery of the master, while the dazzling Iron Cross of the Second Class represents the superior's recognition of the warrant officer's ability.

The SS officer's current outfit made it feel as if he was not participating in a battle, but more like he was preparing for a military parade.

The warrant officer's men had long been accustomed to the dress of Chief Schmitt, and the brave officer had always fought in this way, without fear that he would be the target of some of the best French marksmen. In his own words, the bullets that could kill him had not yet been produced from the enemy's production line.

Warrant Officer Schmitt is actually using this special way to boost the morale of his subordinates, although it seems a little out of place with the atmosphere of the battlefield, but it is indeed very effective. Even in the most critical moments, as long as the soldiers can see his visible figure, everything will be back on track.

"Hear me, sir!"

The soldiers replied in a row.

They have made the final preparations and are waiting for the enemy to attack them.

The machine gunners crouched behind their bunkers and calmly observed the movement of the opposing position, the chain of 250 rounds of ammunition was already hanging on the receiver of the MG34, and the bullets were loaded. Now, with a slight movement of the shooter's fingers, he could finish the strip in a dozen seconds. 7。 92mm bullets will rain down like a storm on all targets within his range, may God bless those poor enemies.

The infantry were also on standby, and the Type 39 grenades, which had been unscrewed, were neatly stacked at everyone's hand, so that the soldiers could get their hands as soon as they needed to use them.

Most of the soldiers here had already gained a wealth of combat experience from the battles of the 1st SS Mechanized Division.

Every soldier opened the flap of his magazine, and there had been a case of the infantry not being able to get bullets and the enemy broke through the position because the machine gun was out of order, and it was a very stupid way to die because the infantry had not had time to open the magazine and load the bullets.

The non-commissioned officers walked back and forth in the trenches with MP38s on their backs, patting the shoulders of the soldiers in their squads from time to time to cheer them up, correcting the small mistakes made by some nervous recruits, because now even the slightest mistake could cost the guy his life in the upcoming battle.

"Covert, artillery fire!"

The position officer shouted loudly, and with a dull whistling sound, several huge fireballs rose from the trenches.

The violent explosion and air pressure of the shells can tear the eardrums of soldiers and shock the internal organs of soldiers who have no experience in defending against artillery. The shock wave from the explosion carried countless pieces of steel like a storm across the entire position, blowing away everything that was not fixed to the ground, and dozens of pieces of French-made metal were pierced into the chest wall of the bunker that was within the kill range on each side.

The French shelling did not achieve the desired effect, not a single shell accurately hit the trench directly, the German soldiers were trained to squat in the trench, covering their ears with their hands and mouths wide open, mitigating the damage caused to them by the sound wave and air pressure of the explosion, and the men of Warrant Officer Schmidt suffered no casualties.

The French gunners fired three rounds of shelling at Schmitt's position in ten minutes, but achieved no tangible results other than the removal of a small ammunition pile and two improvised toilets. While the smoke of the shelling was still wafting over the positions, a sharp whistle sounded over the French positions, and the French ** team began their official attack.

"Get into position!"

The non-commissioned officers shouted loudly, and the soldiers quickly got up from their trenches, shaking their still slightly dizzy heads and setting up their weapons.

"Wait for my orders!"

Schmitt reiterated his order aloud, and then took the field call from the communications officer.

"Sir, the French have attacked. Rest assured, my men and I will hold our ground. Yes, I will keep you informed. ”

Putting down the phone in his hand, Schmitt took out his pistol from the holster, and then stood on the edge of the trench with the Luger in his hand, holding up the telescope and looking towards the position.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the warrant officer is simply extremely handsome now, and the German ** officer should be so handsome, fearless, and full of heroism.

"The French attacked, they sent tanks!"

The lookouts outside the command post shouted loudly, and Dogen quickly interrupted the discussion with the staff officers, he stood up and walked to the observation window and looked at the front of the position with a telescope.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

Dougan muttered, stunned by what he saw.

The French attacked, and it was a truly massive attack. A steady stream of French tanks emerged from behind the French positions, and the roar of the engines could clearly reach Dogan's ears from such a distance. The steel monsters roared and staggered towards the German position, exhaust fumes from the exhaust pipes filling the entire formation like a sudden light cyan mist.

"There are at least a hundred tanks there!" Dogan's eyes widened.

The French tank cluster covered the entire frontal position, and Dougan had never seen such a large array of armor thrown into battle at the same time.

Hundreds of tanks rushed forward in a neat formation, and the front of the attack was two kilometers wide, which made all the German officers and soldiers who saw this scene speechless in surprise.

The German soldiers stood in the trenches and stared at the spectacle in front of them, the shock of the sight almost to their hearts that they forgot that they were in battle, and that the tanks were lined up to break through their positions and end their lives.

"The French are crazy!" Dogen gritted his teeth and said, "They're really crazy! ”

Dougan turned to the table, and he lifted the phone receiver.

"Sir, here I am, the French are attacking me! They are desperate! Yes, hundreds of tanks, their infantry should be right behind them. I asked the divisional artillery for blocking fire, yes, I understand. Did the wings get the same attack? How could the French still have so many tanks...... I see, okay, don't worry, I won't have a problem here.

I'm sorry, sir, but I was a little surprised, you know they're using ...... Oh, you have already been reported, yes, it startles me and reminds me of the Battle of the Maas River in which I participated in those years. I'll report back immediately, goodbye, sir. ”

Dougan put down the phone, he walked to the observation window and continued to pick up the binoculars.

"Staff! Immediately issued an order to all units to return fire with all their might, not allowing a single French to break through our positions. Dogen said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir."

"It's all Renault FT17s, sir, it's all that old-fashioned Renault tank, I really didn't expect the French to attack with this kind of thing." The intelligence staff officer put down the binoculars in his hand and shook his head.

"It reminds me of the last war, and I still can't forget the way this tank assaulted our position, and I still hear the helpless screams of those comrades under the machine guns of this tank." Dogan said with a look of reminiscence.

"But for us now, this kind of thing can only be a good target, sir." The intelligence staff officer laughed on the side.

"Yes, it's time for us to take revenge. Last time we weren't able to teach them a good lesson, this time we're going to destroy them completely. Order "Fenris" to start blocking the shooting, don't let one of these pieces of go back! ”

The French Renault FT17 tank continued to stagger forward, saying it was a rush, but in fact it was not much faster than walking.

This small tank, produced in 1917, finally caught up with the fighting in the last months of the First World War. It went down in history as the world's first tank with a rotating turret.

However, it was not as perfect as the French themselves boasted, but because the French soldiers drove it to the final victory of the war, it won great honors, so its shortcomings were also covered up by the halo of honor.

In fact, this tank has been outdated since 10 years ago, but I don't know why the French continue to build it. As a light tank, its production reached more than three thousand units, and the armies of more than a dozen countries were armed with such old armored vehicles.

Just before the outbreak of this war, there were more than 1,000 Renault FT17s in the French ** team that continued to serve. Curiously, the German Army has so far rarely encountered such tanks, and even the captured ones have encountered only about 200 at most.

The staff was still wondering where the equipment was hiding, and now it seemed that the answer had finally been found. Due to the large consumption of advanced technical weapons in the previous stage, the French had to concentrate these old tanks to form a reserve army.

This tank was nothing short of scrap metal in front of modern German troops, its front armor was only 22 mm thick, and its weakest point was only six mm thick.

Like many contemporaries, the hull of this tank was riveted with rivets, and its defensive capabilities were slightly discounted.

An oversized driving wheel, eight small load-bearing wheels, and a small induction mechanism are no longer sufficient for the needs of modern warfare. The outdated elastic suspension and the low-power engine allow it to reach a top speed of only 10 kilometers per hour, and in today's off-road conditions, it can't even run five kilometers per hour.

Its armament is a 37mm short-barreled gun, which is very limited, not to mention that most of the tanks do not even have this small cannon, only a French-made 8mm machine gun, which means that it will have a long distance into the range of the German Army's anti-tank fire.

Now this old tank, with its thinly armored and deterrent weapons, slowly advancing at the pace of foot in front of the German positions, is completely suicidal.

This is also what Dogen would be surprised by this, in his eyes, using this tank to attack a position with good anti-tank forces, even if the amount of investment is large, it is at most a spectacular suicide.

"Sir, we should order the 37mm anti-tank guns to also be ready to fire, and as soon as the French tanks come into range, they will open fire."

The operational staff officer said on the side.

"We have a limited number of Fenris, and even if we could take out one of those tanks with a single shot, we wouldn't be able to wipe out all of their tanks before they get close to our position.

Their follow-up tanks will fill the positions of the destroyed tanks, and sooner or later, depending on the numbers, they will be able to storm our positions. As long as that thing breaks through our positions, even the most old-fashioned equipment is still a killing weapon, and even an 8mm machine gun is enough to bring disaster to our infantry. ”

"It seems that the French want this result, and this is the tactic they use, relying on numbers to make up for the gap in equipment.

It's like going back to the old days, just like they did at Verdun, when they also wanted to rely on this purely expendable tactic to break through our positions. Only this time they replaced the soldiers who were all over the mountains with tanks.

They are trading the lives of their soldiers for distance, which is a terrifying tactic. If we were an ordinary armored force, they might have been able to succeed in this tactic.

It's a pity that they met us, and they didn't know that we had "Fenris". Coupled with the anti-tank fire that we have ourselves, they will not be able to break through our positions head-on in any case. ”

Dogan turned his gaze to the position on the side of the command post, and he was pleased to see that twenty "Fenris" tank snipers were slowly entering the firing position that had been set up for them.

The soldiers were skillfully turning their huge barrels towards the French tank group in front of the position, and with a deafening roar, the Führer's demon wolf fired its first salvo at the swarming enemy.