"General, you're all set." Mueller reported to Xu Jun, holding a flare gun in his hand.

Earlier, Xu Jun had already briefly told Muller about his plan, but he didn't expect this guy to accept it all without even mentioning any questions. It seems that he is now blindly full of confidence in Xu Jun, what a simple guy.

"Well, let the British taste our strength, and I'm going to give the British commander on the other side a battle that I will never forget." Xu Jun said with a smile. "Hopefully he fought in the First World War."

"Haha, it seems that the British are determined to eat us, and it looks like they have sent a regiment. I'm looking forward to seeing them flee. Mueller said excitedly.

Xu Jun picked up the binoculars and looked ahead. The British soldiers marched slowly in a straggler formation. I finally know why the Matilda is called an infantry tank, it is indeed as slow as those infantry. When those soldiers walked into the effective range of the rifle. With the rapid whistle of the leading officer, the British soldiers began to roar and run with their guns in hand. Matilda also began to shoot with short stops. But because of this, the tanks began to slowly fall behind the infantry. The infantry simply ignored the backward tanks and rushed forward with all their might. It seems that the performance of the tank units in the last attack had caused the British infantry officers to lose confidence in them, and the British Army's sense of honor prompted them not to stop the disconnection between the soldiers and the tanks, but only to shout for the soldiers to maintain the charging formation. The result was a strange formation of infantry in front and tanks behind, and it quickly pressed towards the German position.

"What kind of step-tan coordination tactic is this?" Xu Jun shook his head.

"I really don't know what the British War Office thinks, they dress like a target here." Mueller said to Xu Jun with a smile.

Xu Jun watched the British soldiers in khaki military uniforms conspicuously running on the verdant fields of France, and replied with a smile. "Then let's hope our soldiers have a good time shooting. I've learned the stupidity of those British War Office generals, haha. ”

Seeing that the British soldiers were getting closer and closer, the German officers shouted in the trenches. "Calm down! Stabilization! Wait for the order not to shoot. Put them in a little more. The officers roared excitedly and restrained the soldiers, while frequently looking in the direction of Xu Jun.

Xu Jun felt that he was trembling with nervousness, the critical moment was coming, and he didn't know if his tactics would succeed. If it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"General!" Mueller urged Xu Jun. "They're almost 100 meters away."

Xu Jun looked at the increasingly clear young faces of the British infantry on the opposite side, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the Gru P08 pistol that he asked for from Muller.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Orders began to be passed around the positions.

British Army Private Wells holds his "Lee." Enfield's rifle ran desperately towards the German position. He tried to make himself roar like a veteran, foaming at the corners of his mouth. Carrying a heavy backpack, the equipment all over his body "ding" and "dinging". The leggings seem to be tightened, and now the calves hurt, and the straps of the steel helmet seem to be too loose, and now the steel helmet has been crooked.

Wells couldn't care about that much anymore, and he wanted to make a mark on the battle, just as his grandfather did in Asia. I heard from my father that when my grandfather returned from Asia with a medal on his chest, the whole town cheered for him. He also brought back several fine pieces of porcelain and paintings on a very soft paper, which I heard belonged to the emperors of Asia. Grandfather exchanged those things for a small farm, and all the neighbors envied them. At that time, I made up my mind to become a hero like my grandfather.

Wells ran as hard as he could, his eyes fixed on the damned Germans on the opposite side. I wondered why the other party hadn't made any movement until now. Does the other side want to surrender? Then why don't you hang up those white German shorts?

Some of the veterans don't think so, the more they run, the more cold they become, although they don't know what will happen later, but the current situation is really weird. It doesn't seem good. The veterans showed their housekeeping skills, secretly slowed down and hid at the back of the line without being detected by the officers.

Wells rushed to the front excitedly. He could already see the faces of the Germans clearly, and then he felt that something was wrong, the Germans did not look like they were going to surrender. Instead, he stared at himself motionlessly with a gun, his eyes shining fiercely. Then Wells heard a command from the German position, short but forceful. Wells finally knew what was going to happen, and he cried out in fear. Then, with the sudden burst of gunfire, Private Wells saw the whole hell.

The German soldiers fired feverishly at the British infantry, ignoring the constant threat of exploding tank shells and machine-gun bullets scurrying around.

MG34's crazy and miserable roar, 98K's crisp and loud chirp, MP38's rapid and brisk singing, and FLAG/38/20's dull and hesitant sigh make up a magnificent death movement.

100 meters away was a hellish sight, with the British soldiers in the first row torn to shreds as soon as the Germans began firing, and the soldiers in the back fell in pieces like wheat in a wheat field, or struggled and screamed on the ground with their wounds.

It all feels like it's 1918 again. The only difference was that it was the Germans who performed in this clearing at that time.

The onslaught of the British infantry was halted in an instant, and the recruits scurried around in the frantic barrage of Germans, and the veterans fell to the ground with their heads in their hands. The Germans' M24 grenades kept exploding in the crowd, and the British found that their M36 grenades could not be thrown into the German trenches, no one could throw this 510-gram oval grenade that far, and if any British soldier dared to stand up and throw the grenade, then he had to be prepared to lie down with holes all over his body.

The Matilda II tanks in the first platoon finally caught up with the infantry at this time, but the infantry formation had been completely disrupted. They were desperately surrounded in front of the position by their own infantry who were looking for cover everywhere, and they could only reluctantly vent their anger with machine guns and artillery, but they could not move a single step.

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