The counter-charge Germans did not continue to pursue the fleeing British soldiers, but stopped at the edge of the smoke and retreated into the smoke. Then after a roar of the engine, everything was calm again.

The smoke began to slowly disperse, revealing the corpses of British soldiers everywhere, countless guns scattered to the ground, and the cries for help of wounded British soldiers could be heard in the distance. The seven Matilda II tanks, which had been abandoned on the battlefield, had been safely parked at the edge of the German position, with their guns pointed directly at their original owners.

Colonel Glenn watched all this with dismay, and felt that his future was as bleak as the sky was now.

"Colonel, allow me to report back to you." A medic approached.

"Is it about the casualties of poison gas? How are they, how are the casualties, are they serious? Did you find out what kind of poison gas it was? Colonel Glenn asked eagerly.

"Colonel, I don't know what to say, I checked all the smoked soldiers earlier, and found no signs of ulceration and burns. All the wounded soldiers felt just a burning pain in their eyes and throats, and after washing, the symptoms slowly disappeared. So I suspected that the other party was using no poison gas at all, but a stimulant substance. Later, I found this on the soldier's clothes, and after analyzing it, I decided that it was ......"

"Pepper, hahahaha!"

Xu Jun laughed wildly in the trenches. "Mixing pepper with the smoke in the smoke bomb produces the effect you see, hahahaha, they must think they have been poisoned! The horrors of 1915 still loom over the British Army. ”

"Your Excellency the Deputy Führer is a genius, and this way is something I could not have imagined." Dogan looked at him.

"My dear Deputy Führer, your tactics have brought us complete revenge on the British, and all the soldiers cheer you on." Randolph pat his horse to catch up.

"General! We repelled a group attack by one regiment of the opposing side, killed at least one company of British soldiers, captured seven British tanks, and suffered only a dozen casualties ourselves. Mueller wagged his tail in delight on the side.

"You've earned a real medal for yourself. Checkmate. Hans said with a slight meaning, and then gave a standard military salute.

"Oh no, it's all a credit to the hard work of all our brave soldiers and the stupid tactics of the British commanders, and I just suddenly came up with a dastardly ruse. It's a pity that we don't want to eat the chef's pepper stew anymore these days. Everyone burst out laughing.

"It was your ruse that repelled the British and bought us time, General." Hans looked at the woods on the edge of the position, and a heavy tractor roared out of the woods in the setting sun. "It should be the 78th Artillery Battalion that has arrived, General."

At this moment, a terrifying roar was heard from the distance from the British position: "These damned German liars! Xu Jun and these German ** officials who could understand English couldn't help laughing again. The sun slowly set in the west, and Xu Jun's first battle in this world came to an end.

Night soon fell, and both armies ceased all operations. The British and the Germans began to confront each other from a distance of more than 1,200 meters.

The German soldiers were clamouring happily with freshly cooked broth and frying squeaky sausages, boasting to each other about how many Brits they had killed in the battle ahead, laughing at the ugly offensive of the British, and talking more about their new young, smart, great, noble commander. The soldiers now firmly believe that this great man can lead them to completely defeat the British on the other side, and then lead themselves to destroy all the enemies and end the war quickly.

And now what is our new young, smart, great, noble commander doing?

The trenches dug by the French during the First World War were indeed very well developed, and in addition to the ordinary infantry trenches, there were artillery shelters, field kitchens, and positional ambulance stations, but these facilities are now devoid of the thick pine roofs they used to have.

Now Xu Jun is sitting in the former artillery shelter. Mueller found a tarpaulin to cover the truck and covered it over the open shelter, which was set up as a makeshift field headquarters and officers' canteen.

Xu Jun sat on an ammunition box from a tree, next to a long folding table brought from the field kitchen, drinking freshly brewed coffee while looking at the map on the table. The other officers sat around the table eating their dinners, joking with each other in a relaxed manner.

Xu Jun can finally relax and organize his thoughts now. On the whole, the situation has begun to improve, at least the British army on the other side can no longer threaten itself.

The 78th Artillery Regiment finally arrived, but the Srom had not been able to fulfill his oath to arrive within 20 minutes, and he had spent half an hour on the road. However, because he had finally brought those cannons in their entirety, and the British attack had been repulsed, Xu Jun did not embarrass him, but expressed a slight dissatisfaction with his loss.

Slome hurriedly explained the situation, it turned out that in order to speed up the rendezvous with the large army, they had driven the convoy onto a branch road marked on the map that extended to the southwest, and it should have been possible to meet the large army in that direction. But halfway through the drive, I realized that it was not the road on the map at all. What they didn't expect was that this dirt road actually had a gentle arc, which was originally facing southwest, but after a while it turned due south, and as a result, they were taken to the southeast of the battlefield.

They originally wanted to contact the large army, but they couldn't get in touch, they didn't know what the situation was on the battlefield, and they didn't dare to run around. So they stopped there and waited for instructions.

Xu Jun forgave the 78th Artillery Regiment for the dramatic loss, since they have become the laughing stock of the soldiers of the entire Seventh Division, then don't punish them anymore.

After this incident, the 78th Artillery Regiment has been called the "Lamb" Regiment by German soldiers.

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