The three Spad fighters sneered their bodies and snailed towards the German positions as they descended at altitude.

The three French planes swooped towards the German positions at an altitude almost close to the ground, skimming over the dense barbed wire and obstacles in front of the German positions, and then pulling up in front of the stunned German soldiers as they rushed into the German positions.

The high-speed air currents brought by the planes blew the German soldiers in the trenches on their backs, and the German soldiers rolled over and stood up from the trenches and waved their arms at the soaring French planes and shouted and cursed, but strangely no one thought to shoot at the planes at that time.

The Spad fighter climbed up at a rapid pace, and when it reached a height of more than 100 meters above the position, it suddenly broke out of formation.

The two Spards on the left and right of the formation spread out along the German front-line positions, one left and one right, and after making two beautiful sideways rolls, the two planes began to circle over the German forward positions. The middle one, on the other hand, continued to advance along the main trench in the position towards the depth of the central position.

It was only then that the German officers and soldiers reacted from the shock just now, and with the roar of the officers, the soldiers raised their weapons and attacked the old planes that were flying unscrupulously above their heads.

"The reaction is so slow! How could these old-fashioned planes break through our positions! What were the field officers doing just now! Dogan angrily put down the binoculars in his hand, turned around and yelled at the combat staff officer standing behind him.

"The reaction speed of the troops is indeed too slow, but this is also understandable, these French planes appeared too suddenly, when they appeared only more than 500 meters away from us, and the soldiers on the position were still immersed in the joy of annihilating the French tank group, so it seemed too difficult for them to react in these few tens of seconds. And there is really nothing to say about the skills of those French pilots, to be honest I have been stunned before, I have never seen such a bold and superb flight. The combat staff officer replied in a low voice.

"You don't have to plead for those guys, and letting this old plane from decades ago easily break through from a low altitude is an unforgivable mistake from any point of view. If it were replaced by those new British planes, the forward positions, no, even my command post would probably be full of dead bodies. Dougan held up his binoculars and looked at the French fighter jets that were rolling and circling overhead.

"The unresponsiveness of the positional air defense is a dereliction of duty on the part of the field commanders, let them write a written report and hand it to me after the battle. It seems that the troops are still lacking in training, how can they face more fierce battles in the future.

Now you immediately call the field commanders and say that I said that even a few of the old planes used in the last war were able to break through their positions at low altitudes, which is a shame for the entire Waffen-SS.

I now doubt that they are really capable enough to protect our great Führer, and whether they are still worthy of wearing the Führer's Guards insignia.

If they think my opinion is wrong, let them refute me with facts. Dougan walked over to the map table with his binoculars and gave a cold order to the combat staff officer.

"Yes, sir."

"Shelling! Take cover! ”

The observation post suddenly shouted loudly, and before he could crouch down from the observation port, a violent blast of air had already rushed into the shelter from the narrow observation port, and the young sentry was blown by the air flow from the window directly to the map stand by the wall of the command post.

Documents, scrap paper, maps, and all sorts of odds and pieces flew up and down the vast space of the command post as if by magic, and a pungent smell of fire filled the air.

Before the officers in the command post could recover from the massive impact of the close-range explosion, the shock wave of the second shell explosion began to rage through the command post again, and Dougan and his staff officers found themselves falling into a hell filled with flames and blood, dirt and debris, and still shaking and shaking.

"Sir! It seems that our commanders have all been deceived by the French. Wei Erle bowed slightly and whispered beside Xu Jun, and for the first time, the chief of staff's face showed a worried look.

"It's not just them, we've been deceived, haven't we?"

Xu Jun sat behind his desk, turning over this beautiful marble paperweight in his hand, and on the top black marble ten centimeters long and six centimeters wide was inlaid with a shining Iron Cross of the First Class.

"Don't worry, my chief of staff. The situation is not yet dangerous. This battle had a very important impact on France, on Germany, and on the final outcome of the battle, as you and I and the marshals and generals of the Supreme High Command knew very well.

It seems that the French commander on the other side is also very aware of this, but unfortunately his French high command not only does not support him but is dragging him back, and from this point of view, we have actually firmly gained the upper hand.

It is quite normal for errors of judgment to occur in battle, as long as they are not strategic mistakes, they do not cause irreparable losses to the troops. Now we just played a small tactical trick and it wasn't a big deal, and besides we had already got a point before that, and now he's tied with us at best. "But our losses ......," said Verrle, frowning.

"I am saddened by these losses, but what has happened cannot be changed.

My Excellency, Chief of Staff, now I can't do anything for the soldiers who are fighting for me, and I can't interfere with the command of the commanders at the front.

We are the decision-makers, and our responsibility is to specify the ultimate operational objectives for our subordinates. I've made a plan, I've set my goals, and I'll leave the rest to the junior commanders.

The Hydra Legion had to stay here until the Dusk campaign plan began to work, which was not an easy goal, but we should have foreseen a terrible battle. The losses are still within what we can afford, and the French have paid a heavy price accordingly, so it's up to us who can hold out to the end, but I'm sure it won't be the French.

Trust in the abilities of our men, in their determination and loyalty to Germany, Your Excellency my Chief of Staff. Now I think you should put away your worries and think about how to re-energize the soldiers......" Xu Jun stopped suddenly.

"Listening to the gunshots, the battle seems to have started again, let's go out and have a look." He raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked towards the door of the headquarters shelter, and the commanders and staff officers who were busy at the map table hurriedly and respectfully got out of the way.

"Weierle."

Xu Jun stood in front of the shelter and pointed to the smoke billowing from the distant position.

"The forward positions are now in close contact with the French, they are fighting."

"I see it, sir." Weierle replied from standing behind Xu Jun.

"This damn weather, if our air force can be dispatched......"

"It's just a stroke of luck for the French, but that's their last luck. As long as Guderian and Hans reach the offensive position......" a sneer appeared at the corner of Xu Jun's mouth.

"Have you given the order for a general attack on the Battle of Dusk? My Führer. ”

"It has been ordered, my Excellency the Chief of Staff. I had given it two hours earlier, and the plan for the Dusk campaign had actually started when we got here......"

"I don't know how Colonel Dougan is doing, but I heard reports that he was injured."

"I'm worried about him too, but I've heard reports that it's only a minor injury, not life-threatening. I really want to go to the front to see him now, and if he dares to deceive me, that is, if he is seriously wounded, I will deprive him of his command, and I will personally command those two battalions! And you stay here and control the operation of the entire legion. ”

"Don't do that, my Führer. Colonel Dogan looks like a very lucky man, he will definitely be fine, I think it would be better for you to stay in the headquarters and cheer him on from afar. And didn't you say that you had faith in them? Weirle hurriedly said loudly.

"When I was mentioned earlier, I was still in one set, and before I could put forward my request to be on the front line, I had already said a bunch of things that I could not interfere with the command of the front commanders. What else we are decision-makers, our responsibility is to specify the ultimate combat objectives for our subordinates, and to trust the capabilities of those subordinates.

So what, it's not like the tail is exposed all at once. Speaking of which, I should have seen through him a long time ago, how could he be the kind of person who honestly stays behind. It's really cunning to find that kind of reason to jump to the front. Anyway, I spent it with him, and wanted to leave me alone to suffer and suffer, and I ran to the front line to have a good time, but there was no door. ”

His Excellency the Chief of Staff took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses while thinking like this, and the look of a thief in his eyes made Xu Jun shiver a few times.

"And what do you mean?"

"I figured it out, and with the current situation, I think it's better to keep it as it is, keep it as it is, my Führer." Weirle bowed his head respectfully.

"That's the price."

Standing in the trenches, he gritted his teeth as his command post was now a pile of crooked logs and crumbling mounds of dirt that still smoked from them.

"The losses of our personnel are not serious, sir." The operational staff officer replied.

"What! So what's serious? Dogan turned around sharply, startling the medic who was bandaging his arm.

"If it weren't for the anti-aircraft guns of the Führer's elite guard to knock down the plane that was rushing to the center, even the headquarters might have been shelled. If the Führer encounters the slightest danger, who can take that responsibility? ”

“……”

The combat staff officer was forced to bow his head by Dogan's fierce eyes.

"Report to the sir, the damage has been gathered." The logistics staff officer ran over and reported. "The shelling of the French did not cause serious damage to the forward positions. Twenty-three soldiers of the first battalion were killed and fifty-seven wounded during the shelling, but the second battalion on the left flank suffered more serious casualties, forty-four soldiers were killed and seventy-two wounded. There has not been a single casualty among the officers so far. ”

"Yes, it's a huge loss, two platoons have lost their combat effectiveness. What about the rest of the troops? Dougan asked.

"The unit of "Fenris" lost one cannon, four soldiers. The anti-tank artillery unit lost nineteen soldiers, and their platoon commander, Second Lieutenant Hansen, was killed. ”

"Is it Hansen?" Dogen slowly turned around and looked at the position in front of him.

"It was all caused by that damn blunder."

While Dogan's command post was still shaking under artillery fire, he already knew what a huge mistake his troops had made. They actually put the artillery school firing planes of the French ** team into the position.

Why the French used such an old-fashioned aircraft, Dougan has not yet figured it out, but even the most old-fashioned aircraft can complete the work of correcting the landing point of the artillery shot.

Although the German artillerymen who reacted were angry and used their 20-mm machine guns to break the two French fighters into pieces in mid-air, the French planes had already completed their mission, and the French pilots who were flying the planes with infantry radios on their backs had already reported back the azimuth coordinates of the German positional command posts and artillery positions they had observed before they were torn apart by the shells.

The shells of the French heavy artillery landed almost simultaneously with the wreckage of the two pilots. Fortunately, they only had time to launch a round of accurate bombardment, that is, this round of bombardment brought heavy losses to the German ** team.

Dogan's command post was destroyed, and Dougan escaped with his officers and a few clever staff members before that shelter collapsed.

Fortunately, only a few officers in the command were injured and bruised by the dirt and wood in the process of fleeing, and Dogen was one of them. But compared to the soldiers who were blown up directly, he was really lucky.

But because all the means of communication were in the collapsed shelter, he had actually lost the ability to command the battle in the forward position.

As a result of the timely downing of the plane, the fire of the French artillery began to scatter. After several covered shots at positions near those target points that had already been shelled, the French artillery stopped shelling German positions. Judging by Dogen, the French probably didn't have too many heavy artillery shells.

But what was happening right now made him feel that he might have been wrong.

Just as he was looking towards the front of the position. Dozens of huge fireballs erupted from the wreckage of the French tanks at the front of the position, and the huge explosion like thunder and the slight tremor of the ground expressed a fact to Dogen.

The French began to bombard the burning wreckage of the tanks in front of the German positions.

Dougan couldn't figure out what the French were trying to do, and were they already so many shells that they could waste them?

But when the wreckage of the tank was blown to pieces by the heavy artillery, the steel shards scattered in a graceful arc in the air.

The burning flames were instantly extinguished in the hurricane of the explosion, and the shock wave blew away the thick smoke, and Dogan noticed that several obvious passages were slowly blown out of the wreckage.

Then, when the first French tank burst out of the smoke, Dougan finally understood the French intentions.

The French are blowing up an offensive channel for their attacking troops, and Dougan really wants to give himself a blow on the head, he is so stupid in front of him that he doesn't even see this.

Although the pile of tank wreckage created a huge smoke barrier for the French attacking troops, it also blocked the French attack, and the burning flames not only prevented the opposing infantry from advancing, but also hindered the opposing tank troops, and the flames ignited the gasoline engines on the tanks.

Dougan knew that his troops were now facing a real test, a test for the soldiers, and a test for those field officers, because they no longer had a unified command.

But Dougan believed that the soldiers and officers would get through it, and in any case, they were Waffen-SS, they were all his men, they were the Führer's guard!