Chapter 554: The Battle of the 48th Division (Extra 17)

Ordinary airborne troops cannot have heavy weapons, so it is not safe when parachuting, although the Soviets have long demonstrated airborne combat vehicles, but the airborne is only a light tank, and after coming down, there is a malfunction and cannot be started.

Airborne troops, it would be good to have light weapons, and even the carrying of ammunition is greatly restricted.

Therefore, in World War II, the airborne troops were more important to take gliders, and the Germans came up with the giant glider, which had a load capacity of more than 20 tons, and could carry a main tank into battle!

The Panther 2 tank is backward in the equipment of the German army, but from the perspective of the world, it is still an advanced tank, and the 50 mm tank gun is enough to destroy all kinds of French tanks in service.

Playing Renault FT-17, that's even more of a problem, and, as defenders, they are now actually taking the initiative to attack!

Yes, it's to take the initiative!

The tracks of the Black Panther 2 tank were crushing the vines, and countless grapes were crushed at this moment, and in the front, the momentum of the 48th Division to take the lead disappeared in an instant.

Panther tank, Panther tank of the Germans!

"God, can anyone tell me, how did those tanks come out?" The division commander, Bailey, standing on top of one of the tanks behind, watched the German attack with a telescope and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He was shocked when he saw these tanks, but, as an experienced commander, he reacted subsequently.

"Immediately order the tanks on the front line, slowly retreat, and introduce the German tanks into our positions!"

He had already keenly observed the flaws of the Germans.

The Germans attacked fiercely, however, the Germans made a mistake, behind their tanks, without infantry accompaniment!

In this way, a single tank looks chic, but it is a big problem, once the tank is surrounded by your own infantry, it is easy for your own side to blow up the opponent's tank by various means!

As a standing division, they had been trained in the tactics of fighting tanks, and now it was time for the bayonet to be in demand.

Their own tanks, feigning a rout, attracted the Germans.

At the same time, in the rear, the infantry hurriedly bundled six or seven grenades together to form a cluster grenade, enough to blow up the opponent's tank tracks and so on.

This tank of the Germans has quite good performance, and it would be even better if a few were captured by their own side! Bailey's eyes were full of expectation.

"Boom!" Another shot, a retreating Renault tank, was destroyed again.

In the rumbling tank, the driver was excitedly driving his tank, and the battle just now was too enjoyable.

"Stop moving." At this moment, the commander gave the order.

Stop moving forward? The driver pushed the neutral lever and stepped on the brakes, and the command to the commander was very strange.

"Stand back, ready to return to our positions." The commander continued.

They had already advanced a few hundred meters, killed five or six opposing tanks, and could not go any deeper! An experienced tank commander who had participated in the Spanish Civil War, he knew that his side was rushing fiercely now, and if he passed, he should be beaten by the other side.

Without the infantry to accompany them, after all, they were less than a thousand in total this time, and each one of them was precious and could not be wasted.

As a result, the French soldiers watched the German tanks that were just a few dozen meters away, actually stopped, and then, hanging in reverse gear, they directly retreated and withdrew from the battle.

Damn it!

They threw away the cluster grenades in their hands, extremely annoyed, and at the same time, the division commander Bailey, who was in the rear, also frowned tightly.

He has a problem, and the other party is so cunning!

If the other side continued to advance, their own troops would be able to destroy them, but they did not come, but went back, and in this way, they were again stalemate.

If you continue to send tanks forward, you will be destroyed by the other side, and if you don't send troops forward, then the two sides will be deadlocked, and delaying time will definitely be beneficial to the Germans.

Of course, this is not difficult for him!

Bailey thought for a moment and continued to give orders: "Send a small number of tanks, constantly lure the other side out to fight, and consume their fuel!" ”

In this estate, it was impossible to replenish fuel in time, and the Germans parachuted tanks no matter what special means they used, but they certainly did not carry too many supplies, such as tank fuel.

The Germans' tanks used diesel, which could not be replaced by gasoline from cars, and now he could only use this way to consume the strength of the other side.

The Germans had tanks, but they were scarce, so he had to hope that the Germans' tanks would lie on their stomachs.

Just now, his tank also returned fire, but unfortunately, their 37mm tank gun could not penetrate the frontal armor of the German tank at all, hit the side or the back, maybe it was possible, and now, it is not easy to get around.

Under his command, the Renault tank was set up again.

The gasoline engine rumbled, and the small Renault FT-17 tank rushed towards the opposite side again without fear.

This time, there are only a few, not many.

"No!" Favre Jolly, tied to a tree, made his last sound.

A Renault tank, coming in motion, was facing his position.

Inside the tank, the sight is very poor, and the current tank, there is no periscope, but in front of the driver, a slit has been opened, and only part of the front can be seen.

At this time, the tankman was already in a special state in battle, he knew that rushing forward was to send him to death, but he had to carry out the order, as a warrior, it was his duty to obey the order, the engine behind him rumbled, and in front of him, in addition to the grapevine, it was still a grapevine.

The Renault tank hit the vine, and the front of the hull turned a blood-red color, Favre-Jolly, which was no longer a unit, and the driver continued to press the accelerator, and soon, the vine fell under his tank, and when the tank passed, under the tracks, there was a red bloodstain.

The driver didn't know that he had just killed an innocent civilian, and the cashier of the Banque de France still didn't make it to sunset, and then their tank also ushered in the last moment.

"Boom!" The Renault tank, hit by a flying armor-piercing projectile, was followed by a violent detonation.

The battle here is going on, and every moment, a fresh life is lost. This is a brutal war of attrition.