The blocking fire of the Fenris sniper group caused serious losses to the French tank group, and in the first four salvos, eight Fenris destroyed 19 FT17s in one fell swoop, more than half of which were blown to pieces on the spot, and the rest were burned into a ball of fire.

But the French tank group, which had suffered such a blow, did not stop their charge, and the French tankers continued to attack with a strong fighting faith. The tank in the front row is hit and explodes, and the tank in the back row will immediately bypass the pile of wreckage and quickly fill the position of the fallen comrades.

The number of tanks that the French put into the attack was too large, and although the attack of the "Fenris" was fierce and effective, it could not have any substantial impact on the offensive formation of the French tank group for a while.

The German soldiers watched in amazement as they watched what was happening in front of them, and in the eyes of the German infantry, the French tanks seemed to come out of a magic box, and every time a French tank was destroyed, another tank appeared in the gap.

The German soldiers watched the group of small tanks painted in brown and yellow camouflage slowly pressing towards them in a neat formation, and suddenly they had a feeling in their hearts that those French tanks might never be wiped out.

Fenris was still firing hard, but the after-effects of continuous high-speed firing were already beginning to show.

Although the gunners were highly trained veterans, their physical strength was limited, and the high-intensity continuous firing quickly consumed the physical strength of the German gunners.

Although the German gunners continued to work hard with a strong will to fight, the speed and accuracy of the "Fenris" slowly slowed down as the French tanks continued to advance.

The French tanks had advanced to a position less than eight hundred meters from the German positions, and the German anti-tank artillery units deployed in the front-line positions of the German army finally began to fight.

Since the 50-mm anti-tank guns in the German army are not yet the latest equipment, and all of them are supplied to the front-line combat units according to Xu Jun's order, the 101st Anti-tank Battalion of the Führer Guards Corps is still equipped with the same 37-mm anti-tank guns.

Although this small-caliber anti-tank gun has proven difficult to damage the active French and British heavy tanks in previous campaigns, it is still a very effective weapon when used against some lightly armored targets.

According to Xu Jun's idea, use these ready-made equipment now, and then switch to more powerful weapons when there are conditions in the future, if he really encounters a target that this kind of artillery can't deal with, he still has the trump card of "Fenris".

Although the 37mm anti-tank gun could not deal with heavy tanks, it was still quite confident against the old tanks produced during the First World War.

The 37mm anti-tank gun could penetrate the FT17's 22-mm-thick front armor from a distance of a thousand meters, but in order to ensure accuracy, the cautious battery commander did not give the order to open fire until the French tank had advanced to 800 meters.

The entry of twelve 37mm anti-tank guns greatly relieved the pressure on the Fenris, and as one FT17 after another was torn to shreds or burned to scrap metal, the advance of the French tank group was finally halted, and although the French tanks were still charging forward one after another, they could no longer push forward.

The area between 800 and 500 meters in front of the German position became a death zone for French tanks, and not a single tank could cross this distance, and in just a few minutes, this area was full of burning tank wreckage.

But the nightmare of the French tank group was not over, and while they were being slaughtered by German anti-tank fire, German heavy artillery units began to bombard them.

Since the forward commander judged that the French tank group must be followed by French infantry, Dogen asked Xu Jun to use the division's heavy artillery to bombard the French attack group.

Xu Jun agreed to Dogan's request without hesitation, and because heavy artillery requires a long preparation time before the shelling, it will only be at this time that he will join the battle.

But what I didn't expect was that there was a mistake in the judgment of the forward commander. In fact, he can't be blamed, it has always been the combat law of the German ** team to accompany the infantry behind when the tank attacks, how could he have thought that the French would not do this, they only sent tanks and did not let the infantry follow.

If he had known about this, he would not have asked for the use of artillery units to bombard the enemy, because excessive firepower was a waste for the German team on the defensive, especially now when it was necessary to save ammunition.

However, because of his misjudgment this time, the German artillery gave the French tank group a fatal blow at a critical moment and in a key position.

The intensive bombardment of four Type 1918 75 mm infantry guns, four Type 1933 150 mm heavy infantry guns, plus 24 Type 1928/29 105 mm howitzers of the divisional artillery regiment and eight Type 1918/40 150 mm howitzers added a new wound to the already miserable French tank group.

Numerous shells exploded in the blocked tank group, where the artillery commanders should have calculated the position of the enemy infantry to follow behind the tank group.

In the event of a direct hit by such a large-caliber shell, the tank can be said to be destroyed not but destroyed. If the tank turret happens to be hit, the Renault commander may be smashed into a pancake along with the tiny turret before he can feel the pain of being shot. Even if you don't hit the tank directly, just getting close to the huge shock wave generated by the explosion of a missing bullet is enough to turn such a seven-ton small thing upside down.

An artillery frontier observer later swore that he had seen a French tank blown up more than a dozen meters by a shell, and then fell down and smashed another tank.

Since the post-war battlefield was littered with wreckage, many of which were unrecognizable, it was impossible to find conclusive evidence to confirm his words.

Although the soldier's words may have a bit of an exaggerated flavor in them, the intensity of the artillery fire at that time and the scene of the French tanks trembling and struggling in the barrage did leave a deep impression on all the German soldiers present.

The blow inflicted by the artillery units on the French tank group was devastating, and the tank group completely collapsed.

No army could have maintained the momentum of their offensive after suffering such a ferocious firepower, and no brave army could afford such heavy losses.

The French tanks left behind the burning wreckage of steel and began to retreat, and after the German artillery chased and fired, the FT17s, with fewer than ten of them, fled back to their starting positions.

The German infantrymen, who had not fired a single shot until now, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the burning wreckage in front of them, and these soldiers felt a little chilled.

The French tankers' will to fight is in awe for everyone who sees them attacking, and if these tankers were not driving these old and tattered tanks but the new tanks with heavy armor, and they did not have the "Fenris" on their side, then the attack would have had a completely opposite outcome.

The flames on the wreckage of the French tank became more and more intense with the detonation of the vehicle-mounted ammunition, and the tracer bullets of various colors scattered in a graceful arc, looking like a festival salute.

But no German ** person was amazed by the scene in front of him, because every German soldier knew in his heart the high price behind these salutes.

The billowing black smoke from the burning wreckage of the tank obscured half of the sky, making the battlefield even more bleak due to the hazy weather.

Since the German positions were now facing the sun, they were darkened by the smoke as dark as evening.

At this time, something happened that surprised everyone, and before the German soldiers could recover from the excitement brought to them by the last fierce offensive and defensive battle, the French ** team actually launched another attack.

The shrill whistle almost drowned out the sound of the ammunition exploding, and the German soldiers felt the ground begin to tremble slightly again.

"God! The French are crazy, they are sending tanks again! ”

An artillery observer exclaimed loudly, and though the wreckage and smoke obscured his vision, he was sure that the rumbling he was now hearing from the French positions was the roar of a tank engine.

"Attention, the French are attacking again! Get ready for battle! ”

The commander of the anti-tank gun position shouted orders to his men.

The artillery commanders hurriedly kicked and pulled their subordinates who had just sat down to catch their breath back to their respective positions.

A group of tired bomb carriers hung the water bottles on their waists before they could take a sip of the lids, and then carried the shell boxes to their cannons.

The loaders pulled the still hot bolts and filled the chambers with armor-piercing shells.

The sighter closes his eyes to the eyepiece of the scope and holds the handle of the wheel of the high-low machine and the direction machine with both hands.

Tired German anti-tank gunners stared at the smoky position, all of them waiting for the enemy to appear.

"It doesn't look good, it's really not good!"

Major Rawls withdrew his gaze from the artillery mirror, then said to his staff officer with a frown.

"I couldn't see anything, it was all covered in smoke."

The staff officer put down the telescope in his hand and replied worriedly.

"We can only see 500 meters now, and the French have managed to create a smoke barrier with their tanks." Rawls shook his head and said.

Now the commander of the tank sniper battalion "Fenris" has completely calmed down from the euphoria of the extermination of the French tank group from the front.

He could not have imagined that the French would launch a second attack so soon after suffering such losses.

The smoke from the burning of hundreds of French tanks created a smoke barrier for the French, which of course could not have been the purpose of the previous attack by the French, and if it did, then it would have been terrible.

The current situation can only be described as an accident, and it can also be said to be the last gift that the French tankers gave to their comrades at the cost of their own lives.

"You can't see anything from 500 meters away! It looks like the tanks will burn for more than half an hour, and now that the wind is not strong, we don't expect the smoke to disperse anytime soon. ”

Rawls then ordered the staff officer: "Report the situation here to the command at once, and order the artillery company to take charge of the forward positions in sections according to the fan-shaped firing angle, and whatever the French send over, as soon as it comes out of the smoke, we will blast it away!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

"Ordered the artillery to immediately begin blocking the firing, from one hundred and four to one hundred and seventy, covered by artillery fire."

Dogan put down the phone and walked quickly to the observation window, the sight in front of him greatly worried him.

The German ** team now has a poor vision, and if the French launch a tank assault of the same scale as the last time, then it is likely that they will be able to break through the resistance of anti-tank guns and artillery and rush into their own positions.

The thought of what the consequences of such a situation would cause a chill to pass through his heart.

"Huh? Colonel, what sound do you listen to? ”

A staff officer suddenly said in confusion.

"What?" Dogan asked puzzled.

"There's a voice in the sky, it can't be our plane."

"Airplanes? That's impossible. Dogan looked up into the sky, thick clouds pressed low, and billowing smoke covered half the sky.

"Today, the cloud height is only 300 meters, and our aircraft is completely unable to provide close support. And our own reconnaissance aircraft could not take off due to the fact that the runway was too soft, and now there should be no German aircraft in the air. Another staff officer came over and said.

"It's the sound of airplanes, and there's more than one."

Dogan carefully discerned the direction in which the voice was coming from.

"See, there! Sir! ”

The previous staff officer suddenly pointed to the front of the position and shouted.

Dogen hurriedly followed the direction of the officer's finger, only to be stunned by the sight in front of him again.

"S...... Spad Seven ......"

Dougan recognized at a glance what was coming out of that wall of smoke, and he almost groaned and said to his staff officers, "That's a French fighter, and the best French fighter of the last war, an antique from twenty-two years ago. I kind of figured out which museum the French must have looted before attacking us. ”