But before Hans and the others could say more, MG42 from the next class rang again.

Hans and the others hurriedly turned over when they heard the sound, and sure enough, the French army that had just retreated rushed up again.

"What? The French are drugged? Hans was taken aback by the frenzied French army.

"Rushing to death?" Hoffman muttered, slowly raising his precision marksman rifle with a quadruple scope, and slipped the head of a French soldier into the sight ring.

"Phew!" With a single gunshot, the French soldier fell to the ground.

Hans's MG42 also opened fire, sweeping down a group of charging French soldiers.

However, the French troops, having been suppressed by fire, did not immediately seek cover, as they had done in previous attacks, but continued to charge forward with German bullets.

The anti-tank guns in the rear of their front line were also modified with grenades, and despite the fact that their ballistics were low and easy to accidentally injure the friendly troops in the charge, they fired at several German firing points one after another, and for a time suppressed the ferocious fire of the German troops.

Hans was also taken care of by a French short-barreled infantry gun, forcing him to switch positions after a few rounds of long bursts, which seriously slowed down his firing efficiency.

After being killed and wounded dozens of people, a group of more than a dozen soldiers successfully rushed into the German defense line and fought hand-to-hand with a squad of German troops, taking advantage of the lack of penetration of the German MP40 submachine gun and the fact that the MG42 was suppressed by their own firepower.

The other German troops around saw that they were fighting with the other side, and they did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring their allies, so they could only rush forward with bayonets, armor shovels and pistols to join the battle group.

In the face of the encirclement and suppression of the German army, the limited number of French troops soon suffered heavy casualties.

“Pour la France！ Pour la liberté！ (For France!) For freedom! ）”

But just as the Germans were about to finish clearing the French army, the last few remaining French soldiers unexpectedly pulled the fuse of the grenade on their bodies and pounced on the nearest German soldier.

The German grenadiers reacted quickly, immediately pulled their submachine guns in front of them from behind, and ignored the problem of accidental injuries and fired at the last few French soldiers. However, the distance between the two sides was so close that even if the grenadiers killed all the French soldiers, they still could not escape the radius of the grenade, and the powerful fragmentation grenade brought down a dozen or so German soldiers in a cloud of smoke and loud noise.

Although this French detachment failed to completely defeat the German defenses, after this action, the already dangerous German defense lines began to become crumbling, and the French troops continued to rush into the German positions and fight with the grenadiers.

"Phew!" "Thirteen!" "Phew!" "Fourteen!" Hoffman leaned against a tree, the G41-SG in his hand firing constantly, and he did not notice that several French soldiers on the other side of the tree were quietly touching him.

"Hoffman! Be careful! Gro, who happened to retire to change the bullet, saw this scene and hurriedly reminded loudly.

"Huh?" Hoffman was stunned for a few tenths of a second when he heard this, and then immediately rolled on the spot with a donkey, and at the same time a bayonet happened to be stuck in the tree!

If it weren't for his quick reaction, this knife would definitely give him a chill in the heart.

"Fuck!" Hofmann, who was lying on his back on the ground, couldn't help but curse when he saw the bright bayonet, and then repeatedly pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand and beat the French soldier who tried to sneak up on him into a bloody gourd.

More Frenchmen immediately surrounded him, and Hoffman hurriedly turned his gun and pulled the trigger on the others who gathered around.

But instead of the gun's familiar firing sound, it made a crisp "click".

The previous fierce exchange of fire had drained the bullets in the gun!

It was certainly too late to reload now, so Hoffman had to throw his pistol aside and draw his bayonet from his waist to meet the French soldiers who rushed up.

Gro took the opportunity to insert a new drum into the receiver of the MP40, pulled the bolt of the gun, and swept down several French soldiers who were trying to besiege Hoffmann under the cover of the trees, but he quickly gave up and continued to fire, because Hoffman was unable to defeat his fists and four hands, and had been forced to retreat.

"Damn it!" Groh cursed angrily, dropped the powerful MP40 in his hand, drew the pistol with less penetrating power at his waist, pounced, kicked away a soldier who was about to stab Hoffman with a bayonet, and then fired a series of pistol shots to knock down the other two soldiers to relieve Hoffman.

But before the two of them could catch their breath, a scream came from not far behind.

The two hurriedly turned back, and then witnessed a comrade being stuck in a tree with bayonets by several French soldiers.

"Loew!" Seeing the tragic death of their close comrades-in-arms under the bayonets, the eyes of both of them suddenly turned red.

"I'll fuck you French!" Gro cursed as he drained all the bullets from his pistol, then pulled out his sapper shovel from behind his waist and charged at the French soldiers who had stabbed his comrades to death.

Hoffman also picked up his rifle from the ground, stuck the bayonet in his hand into the muzzle, and followed in Gro's footsteps.

I have to say that the sapper's shovel is so similar to the broadsword, and in a fit of rage, Gro actually chopped half of a French soldier's head and the steel helmet on his head from behind.

The remaining French soldiers reacted and turned around to besiege Gro, but Hoffmann stabbed a French soldier with a bayonet. The two of them got together with a few French soldiers.

At the same time, more and more French soldiers rushed into the Groban line, and other soldiers such as Hans and Fogel had to drop their guns and draw their melee weapons to deal with the French troops who rushed in the face.

But the Germans were few in number, they fell one after another, several soldiers who had been in the army for a short time and had less combat experience were killed one after another, and the experienced Fogel who had experienced the Battle of Barcelona was also pierced in the shoulder with a bayonet, if it were not for Hans's desperate rescue, Fogel would probably follow in the footsteps of his comrades and die.

Until this time, Krystal was still hiding behind, biting his lip and looking at the warband hesitantly.

Hans was so angry that he saw that Krystal was still hiding behind him, and he opened one of the soldiers with a punch and shouted, "What are you looking at?!" Waiting for someone else to kill you? Come and help! ”

"I, I'm scared ......" Krystal shook his head.

"I understand! I understand! Recruits are scared when they first enter battle......" Gro said as he struggled to support the enemy's attack, "but if you don't learn to overcome your fears, we'll all die here!" Do you understand?! ”

Gro's words seemed to have had some effect.

At that moment, Hoffmann, who had been fighting beside Gro, was kicked to the ground by a Frenchman and let out a muffled grunt. And the Frenchman, who immediately pounced after kicking Hoffman down, raised his bayonet high at the fallen Hoffman!

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