On January 7, 1940, the first weekend of the new year, German Army Group A, after all the logistical supplies had arrived, sent the vanguard of an infantry division to cross the Belgian-Dutch border under the cover of the air force and launch a tentative attack on a Belgian division stationed on the border.

This tentative attack heralded the end of a brief period of peace in Europe and the return of war.

In the face of the German invaders who set foot on their homeland, the Belgian troops did not show any mercy, and they fought tenaciously in the face of the loss of air supremacy, holding their positions until the arrival of two nearby French divisions.

As the Allies reinforced the defense with additional troops in the sector, Rundstedt followed suit, placing one of his only four Panzer Divisions on the table, while the SS's most elite Panzergrenadier Division, the SS1 "Lyon Andrés Guard", was also tasked with sortie.

At this point, an area only 5 kilometers long and 40 kilometers wide gathered nearly 100,000 troops on both sides, which represented the end of the tentative phase and the outbreak of a full-fledged war!

Wittman sat on the turret of the Tiger tank, chewing on a piece of chocolate in his mouth, and looked at the distant fire, wondering what to think.

"Wittmann! Weitmann! There was a call in the headset.

"I'm here, Major Westhagen." Wittman swallowed the chocolate in his mouth and replied.

"Are you okay now?" Westhagen asked in a hurried tone.

"Something." In contrast to Westhagen's anxiousness, Wittmann appeared unhurried, "I'm busy eating my chocolate. ”

"Oh! No kidding, I've got something to tell you. Wittman distinctly heard the sound of someone on the other side of the headset holding his forehead.

"What's the matter?" Wittmann sat up straight and asked expectantly, "Did the French tank force show up?" ”

"Nope. The French tanks didn't know where to hide for tea. ”

"Then what do you call me?" Hearing that the mission was not to fight a French tank, Wittmann returned to his previous lazy sitting position.

"Diagonally forward six kilometres from here, an infantry company of the Wehrmacht is in trouble and needs our help."

"Trouble? What's the trouble? ”

"On the way to attack, they came across a wood, and they had planned to go into it for a picnic, but unfortunately there were obviously more than fawns and rabbits in that woods." Westhagen said helplessly, "According to what they described, there were at least more than 23 75mm cannons and an equal number of 47mm short-barreled guns in that woods. ”

"Hmm." Wittman nodded, "46 guns...... I sympathize with that infantry company. ”

"They don't just need your sympathy." Westhagen said solemnly, "I want you to lead the four platoons to give them some support, not to mention let you take that artillery position, at least bring our brothers back safely." ”

"Why do you want me to do this kind of thing?" Wittman was a little reluctant, "What about the Air Force?" What about land aviation? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to let their attack aircraft go? ”

"You don't know how fierce the frontline is fighting, the wings of the Air Force and Army Aviation are about to break." Westhagen urged, "Alright, let you go, you'll go, it's an order!" ”

"Yes, Mr. Major." Hearing Westhagen's resolute tone, Wittmann nodded helplessly, "Give me their specific location, and I'll leave immediately." ”

"I'll get the specific location!"

Moments later, Wittmann returned to the four platoons' station with a map.

"Guys in the fourth platoon, start your tanks, check the fuel and ammunition, and bring more high-explosive shells! It's our turn! Wittman beckoned as he stepped into his tank.

The other crew members listened to Wittman's words, put down what they were doing, stepped into their chariots in three steps and two steps, and began to launch the behemoth weighing dozens of tons.

"Boom, boom!" With a roar, four giant beasts awoke from their silence. The other non-combatants around were not idle, they gathered around, took the armor-piercing shells from the crew, and handed the high-explosive bombs with red tips to the crew, doing a little bit for the brothers who were about to go to the battlefield.

The pre-battle preparations were quickly completed with the help of so many people, and the four giant beasts staggered out of the camp in turn, spurting black smoke and spurring towards the target.

At the same time, at a distance of 101 km from the 6 heavy tank destroyer battalion.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "High-explosive grenades landed one after another in the wheat field in front of the woods, constantly kicking up pieces of dirt and arms and thighs.

"Damn it, damn it!" Acting Company Commander Eric hid in a crater, holding the steel helmet on his head and screaming frantically, and beside him was a legless corpse - the company commander who had just died.

"Nick! Nick! He called out to the communicator.

"I'm here! Captain! Communicator Nick had a keen ear, and he immediately discerned the voice of the acting company commander amid the rumbling artillery fire.

Soon, Nick was crawling into the crater with the radio on his back.

"Give me the regimental headquarters! Ask why support hasn't arrived yet! Eric yelled, "Damn it! I've been blown up for half an hour! If the support does not come again, I am afraid that this wheat field will not need to be cultivated in the next year! ”

"Maybe you don't need to fertilize either." Nick expertly operated the radio as he made a cold joke, "Our brother's corpse promises to give this wheat field a good harvest for years in a row...... Passed the chief's ......"

With that, Nick handed the microphone to Erik.

"Hello?! Feed! Here are 17 regiments! Which unit are you? "The voice of the regimental staff officer came over the radio.

"Sir! I'm from one battalion and three companies! I would like to ask how long it will take for our support to arrive? Eric shouted, "We're in a bit of a hurry, because if we don't come back, the people of the Third Company will be completely cooked!" ”

"Triple ...... Oh, the triple one! The regimental staff officer remembered the situation of the third company, "Your support is already on the way!" The SS sent four tanks and will be there in no time at your location! ”

"What? Only four tanks?! Eric froze, "Sir! You may be underestimating the situation on our side...... This...... Four tanks may not last even a minute here......"

"Don't worry!" The regimental staff officer over there quickly replied, "Those four tanks are quite thick, you can rest assured!" By the way, what about your company commander? Why are you contacting me? ”

"Uh......" Eric glanced at the half-remaining company commander beside him, "he's a little incomplete......"

"Then you're the acting company commander? What is your name? ”

"Eric! Sir! My name is Eric. ”

"Okay Mr. Company Commander Eric, I want you to hold on! Do you understand? Hold out until reinforcements arrive! And then cooperate with the SS tanks to take that French artillery position! ”

"Understood! Sir! ”