"Eat it, Lafayette, eat it."

Ledur put down the plate in his hand, and he took another loaf of bread from the rattan basket on the ground, and then broke off half of it, and he stuffed the other half into the pocket of his uniform.

"You too, eat all the food. Don't be like a. This may be our last hot meal. ”

Ledur tore off a quick loaf of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up his lunch box and took a sip of the hot soup. "Whew" Ledur let out a long breath, his face full of comfort.

"Why don't you eat, you must fill yourselves now." Ledur tore off another piece of hard bread.

"It's hard to cook us such a hot meal in the military kitchen anymore, knowing that anything that smokes will attract the attention of the Germans, and for the safety of our lovely cooks, from now on we will have to rely on that dry bread and cold water. After all the soup is drunk, everyone divides the rest of the bread, and no one will bring you food in the battle, and then you will know how valuable the bread is. ”

But the soldiers did not react to Ledur's words, they were silent, and each one of them just lowered their heads and stared at the lunch boxes in their hands in a daze.

"Damn, do you still look like my soldiers? The battle has just begun, and more is yet to come. You are now like this, how can you fight the battle in the future? How can you be worthy of those brothers who have left us? They're still watching us. Ledur threw down the bread in his hand, stood up, and reprimanded his men loudly.

"Look, Pierre, Dujean, Lasdi, Derrant, they are lying there. They gave their lives for the great France, and they died without regret. And those of us who survive will have to do the unfinished work of these heroes, and we will send all those damned Germans to hell one by one. Pointing to a row of stiff corpses at the foot of a collapsed wall at the edge of the position, Ledur cried out in a loud voice: "They are one of us, our best brothers, and now God Almighty has called them to eternal rest in the kingdom of heaven." But if they saw you like this, would they probably be at ease? Are you just going to fulfill what they have asked us to do? No, you can't go on like this, you can't defeat the Germans by frustration and sorrow. We're going to pull ourselves together, we're going to hold on until the last minute, and we're going to keep fighting as long as we have a bullet left in our rifles, as long as our hearts are still beating. We want to avenge these fallen brothers, and we want to pay the blood debt to the Germans. ”

After shouting these words in one breath, Ledur gasped and looked at the soldiers sitting around him, his eyes filled with angry flames. The soldiers were deeply touched by Ledur's words, which rekindled the extinguished fire in the hearts of these soldiers. Their expressions began to grow agitated, and everyone looked at their squad leader with a look of reverence.

Ledur calmed down his excitement for a moment, then picked up his lunch box, and said loudly to his men: "The enemy is still there preparing for the next attack, and this time it will definitely be more fierce than the last." We're going to fight hard, and maybe some of us will die. Although dying for the sake of the motherland is the highest honor of a soldier, we will not wait here for the Germans to stick their bayonets in our chests, and we must make the Germans pay tenfold and hundredfold before they do so.

That's what I need you to do, to stain the land in front of our position, the land of France, with the blood of the Germans. But before you do that, I command you to eat all the food in your hands, and even if you can't eat it, keep it properly, for you will need it. After eating, everyone divided into two groups to alternately rest, and the group that did not rest with me repaired and strengthened the fortifications. Okay, let's start eating. Ledur took a large sip of the hot soup from his lunch box, then bent down to pick up the loaf of bread on the floor, blew the dust on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Sergeant, I'm ......" Lafayette stood up excitedly, realizing that he had finally seen a true hero, but just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by Ledur waving his hand.

"Don't say anything, I understand what you're trying to say, it's all written in your expression. Don't say anything, eat, and finish your soup. Ledur said with a smile after swallowing the bread in his mouth, and then he turned to his equally excited subordinates and said, "You too, those pretty words need not be said." Prove it to me by your actions, remember what I said earlier, and I will be watching from your side. ”

The soldiers hurriedly swallowed what they wanted to say back into their stomachs, and they nodded vigorously to Ledur, and then they picked up their lunch boxes and took their bread and ate it in large gulps.

"They're all good boys." Ledur sighed secretly, and as soon as he tilted his head and drank the hot soup in his lunch box, he threw it into his sundries bag. Ledur turned and leaned against the bunker, picked up the binoculars, and looked at the position in front of him.

It's no longer a position, it's a bloody hell. The once verdant wilderness had completely lost its original character, with blackened craters and shell-tossed dirt, collapsed trenches, still burning support columns, and blackened and smoking wicker walls forming the foundations of this hell. Broken guns, scattered ammunition boxes, twisted barbed wire, shattered sandbag bunkers and broken logs are the skeleton of this hell. All that was left was corpses and blood, and the corpses and severed arms of the soldiers were all over the battlefield, and it was lucky to be able to find a corpse as intact as one of his own men inside. Many soldiers were left with a blackened, twisted limb or a bloody arm, and many more were left with none of them, completely vanishing from the world under the horrific fire, with only a fragment of a uniform or a charred backpack proving that they once existed.

The first line of defense was gone, there was no longer a complete trench left, and all bunkers and firing points had been reduced to a scorched earth of smoke. Two platoons of soldiers were left in the first line of defense, they fought very stubbornly, not a single one tried to escape or retreat, and the soldiers proved their dignity to the enemy with their lives. They did not sacrifice in vain, and they also made those powerful enemies pay a heavy price. The open space in front of the position was strewn with the corpses of no less than fifty soldiers, whose identities were attested to by the gray-green uniforms, on which the German Army shed the same blood. The wreckage of the three German armored vehicles was still smoking green smoke, and the once dazzling Iron Cross emblem was only half burned by the flames, and the fierce burning baked away the beautiful gray paint of the armored vehicles, and the orange-red metal background in those places made these strange looking armored vehicles even more ugly and hideous.

The losses of the German Panzers did not stop there, the wreckage of five Type II tanks collapsed in the rear of the front-line positions, the bodies of the brave German tankers lay around the tanks, and some had to be burned to ashes along with his car, or turned into a section of smoking char hanging from the exit of the charred turret.

The soldiers on the first line of defense should indeed be proud of their achievements, although none of them survived to accept those honors.

The German attack was like lightning and thunder, and the thought of the short but tragic battle that preceded Ledur felt a chill in his heart.

When the Germans appeared in front of the position, Ledur was leading his men in building their fortifications. The soldiers were very excited, although it was not that they had never seen the German ** team, but this was the first time they had actually fought them. Before that they just retreated, retreated, and retreated. Now the time had come to confront the Germans head-on, and there was an indescribable urge in all of them to vent all the humiliation and depression they had suffered.

The first group of Germans to arrive was Guderian's reconnaissance unit, and they had already learned from the air force reconnaissance report that there was such a village fortress here, and their mission was to capture a small fortress.

The Germans did not approach at first, they just watched from afar. A group of armored vehicles circled the village from outside the range of machine guns, after which they returned to their place and stopped. Ledur knew that they were waiting for the arrival of the follow-up troops, and when the next group of German troops arrived, the battle would officially begin.

The officers at the regimental headquarters seemed to be well aware of this, but they clearly lacked the patience of the Germans, or rather lacked the confidence to win the battle, and as a result they used the regimental artillery to fire on the Germans first. Six 105 mm howitzers poured thirty or forty rounds at the German reconnaissance convoy, and nothing came of it except to make the Germans panic and retreat a considerable distance. Ledur had finally learned the poor technique of the regimental artillerymen, and he suspected that the shells might not have touched the paint off the German armored vehicles except for the eardrums of a few German soldiers. Ledur sweated for the battle he was about to face, praying that the artillery would behave a little more normally when the battle began.

The soldiers of Ledur did not see it that way, they were blinded by the magnificent spectacle of the shelling, and all shouted for the artillery to be refueled. When those German armored vehicles began to retreat, they began to cheer again, as excited as if they had won a huge battle. Ledur cooled the overheated minds of the soldiers in his own way, and he smacked the head of the man who screamed hardest, and then he dragged the group of soldiers gathered together in a mass of cheering and jumping back to their posts, one by one. But before he could start to rage, a large force of Germans appeared on the horizon.

This worked better than any kind of scolding, and the Germans' endless fleet of armoured armoured vehicles and the innumerable swarms of infantry poured cold water on the heads of all the French soldiers present. They knew that they had rejoiced too soon, that the Germans had not yet been defeated, and that it was probably themselves who would be defeated as it was in the current situation.

The Germans spread out a battle line more than 2,000 meters from the village, which in fact could not be said to be a battle line, and they surrounded the village in a circle around the village. Then the first German offensive began. They did not attack simultaneously from all directions, the Germans launched only a small attack on the front of the village, that is, in the direction that Ledur guarded.

It was clear to everyone that the Germans were trying to test the village's defenses first, but Ledur was not to take this lightly, and in many cases a tentative attack would turn into a regular large-scale attack, as was the case in the last war. Lieutenant Colonel de Vaddouet ordered the first line of defense to repel the enemy attack with all their strength, which not only taught the arrogant Germans a lesson, but also boosted the morale of the other soldiers. He had never imagined that this small attack would be fought so badly, nor did he expect that he would pay the price of the entire front-line guard.

The Germans were indeed making a tentative attack, but the paranoid nature of the German ** team led them to turn this temptation into a real charge. The first was the preparation of conventional artillery fire, and the German artillerymen used 75mm infantry guns to seriously comb through the French forward positions. The German shelling was very intense, and the intensity was surprisingly high. No one would have imagined that the Germans would rain so many shells on such a small stretch of position. The continuous explosions made it impossible to tell the end of the story, and the huge fireball exploded into a single piece of ground on the front-line position, which looked like a tumbling and burning cloud.

Seeing this terrible scene, Ledur could not help but wonder if there were still people in the front-line positions who could survive under this intensive shelling. The shelling of the Germans caused a riot in the French positions, and the French soldiers had never seen such a horrific sight. Compared with this kind of shelling by the Germans, the shelling of the regimental artillery just now was almost like a game.

All the French soldiers on the battlefield stared in amazement at the tumbling clouds and rising fireballs, the violent explosion hit their fragile eardrums, the strong fire gas stimulated their respiratory tract, the violent shock wave blew through their skin with a hot heat wave, and the fear of death was slowly taking over their hearts. Frightened by the sight, the soldiers scurried around the position with their heads in their hands, their mouths wide open, but no one could hear their screams, not even themselves, and there was only one sound in everyone's ears, the violent and stressful explosion of rolling thunder. A minute later, the Germans stopped shelling, but the shelling continued in the hearts of the French soldiers, the explosions in their ears still ringing, and the ground was still shaking and shaking.

When the smoke on the position had not yet cleared, the Germans had already begun their offensive. Five square-shaped Type II tanks roared and slowly rushed towards the front-line position of the French ** team, followed by more than a dozen armored vehicles and a whole company of German infantry.

The good qualities of the German infantry were perfectly demonstrated in this infantry and tank coordination. They bent down as low as they could, and followed closely behind the armored vehicle with small steps. The tank's firepower and hard armor will tear through the opposing infantry's defenses, while the machine-looting and machine guns on the armored vehicles will provide them with close-range fire cover. The soldiers hid behind the solid hull of the armored vehicle and safely advanced towards the opposing position, they did not have to worry about the threat of enemy bullets until the final impact, and the enemy had no other way to inflict fatal damage on them than shelling. The infantrymen's mission was to clear the remaining soldiers from the enemy positions after the tanks had broken through and finally completely occupied the enemy positions, while they were also tasked with protecting the fragile tails and flanks of tanks and armored vehicles, and when the enemy infantry tried to sneak up on tanks or armored vehicles from these two directions, they would be relentlessly attacked by these German soldiers.

This is the German Army's most standard infantry-tank cooperative operation mode, everything is so rigorous and meticulous. The German armored commanders took into account all eventualities, and in their eyes this method of warfare was perfect. The German infantry followed this rule strictly, and the brilliant results that had previously been achieved had proved to them that it was an effective way of fighting. But this time, they were in trouble like they had never encountered before, and their enemies were just too tenacious.

The tank commander in the first place watched the French position through his observation window, and although he thought that it was unlikely that anyone would survive under the dense artillery fire in front of him, he did not dare to be careless. Tank No. 2 has a very narrow field of view, and in this kind of battle against the positional attack, he can't stand stupidly outside the turret as a target, in this case missing a single detail is fatal, because what you see now will enter the blind spot of your field of vision in a few minutes, and a small anti-tank grenade can penetrate the 15 mm thick armor of this tank and turn it into a large burning candle.

As he expected, there was a sudden movement in the positions of the French. Although the commander was mentally prepared for this, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise when he saw the patches of Adrian's steel helmet emerging from the broken trenches, he couldn't believe that the Frenchmen were not only alive, but that there were not a few who survived from the current situation.

"Here is car No. 1, the French are all alive and ready to shoot."

The commander pressed the switch on the telegraph and sent a message to his colleagues.

"Understood."

A short, firm answer came from the headset. The five tanks turned their turrets in search of a target to fire, and they sped up their march towards the opposite French position.

The French soldiers on the first line of defense did survive the shelling just now, because Dolvain relied on experience to ask them to deepen the trenches, although a few sections of the trenches were killed and wounded by direct hits, and the rest of the trenches were largely preserved. The soldiers were not much damaged, except for the fact that they were choked by the shelling and their hearing was damaged to a certain extent. When the reaction to the shelling had passed, they rose from their trenches one by one.

The French soldiers clenched their weapons tightly under them, staring firmly at the steel monster that was coming at them, all forgetting the fear of death. They all knew what their final outcome would be, but no one thought of running away, they had no way out, they had enough of the shame of running away, and the time had come to pay the blood debt from the enemy.

No one knew which side fired first, and the battle began at that moment. The French soldiers fought hard to shoot at the oncoming German tanks. The few remaining machine guns were also set up and spewed tongues of fire at the group of German armored vehicles. Bullets rained down on the thin armor of Tank No. 2, sending out a high-pitched roar.

The French soldiers' shots were in vain, and all their bullets were deflected off by the tank armor, and although the armor of the No. 2 tank was only a pitiful 15 mm, it was enough to withstand the attacks of these ordinary small arms. The driver and mechanics lowered the armor guards from their observation windows, and now the driver could only adjust the direction of progress by what he saw in the two small observation holes, and the speed of the tank began to slow down.

The French soldiers shot harder, they saw their bullets ricocheting off the armor of tanks and armored vehicles, but they continued to shoot, all they had left was the battle, and only death could stop these brave men from doing this crazy act.

German tanks and armoured vehicles began their attack the moment the French soldiers emerged from the trenches, and the 20-mm machine guns kept firing at the French soldiers in the trenches, and 20 shells exploded on the edges of the trenches, and the dust raised covered the entire trench with a layer of smoke.

The frenzied strafing of machine guns and machine guns took a heavy toll on the French soldiers, and as the tanks slowly approached, the return fire in the trenches began to thin out. The first line of French defense was about to be breached, and the Germans did not suffer any human losses.

Ledur watched all this in agony from behind cover, the Germans had not yet come into his range, and he could not do anything about the situation on the first line of defense. His men were also full of pain and anger as they watched the first line of defense collapse. They cursed the officers of the regimental headquarters for their stupidity in putting the anti-tank guns in the rear, but because of their insistence, the 20-mm machine guns issued to the troops of the first line of defense were placed in open-air bunkers according to their so-called orders, and as a result, they were blown into a pile of scrap metal during the first wave of German shelling. If those soldiers now had even one 20-mm gun, this would not be the case.

They were being slaughtered, and they couldn't help them at all, and the soldiers gritted their teeth and clenched their fists. They looked angrily at the two 37mm anti-tank guns beside them, they couldn't understand why the commander hadn't ordered them to fire, if they did, those comrades who were slowly dying would have the possibility of continuing to live. But the two guns were placed there, their gunners with anger and helplessness on their faces, and they were ordered not to open fire, because the enemy's more powerful tanks had not yet appeared and could not expose these important weapons.

By this time the second line of defense had already received an order, and when the first line of defense was breached, they had to stop the German attack at all costs, destroy by all means the enemy's tanks that were storming the defensive circle, and finally strengthened a sentence at all costs.

The Germans began their final charge, the tanks charged towards the trenches with full horsepower, and the armored vehicles spread out in formation towards the flanks, making way for the infantry. The German infantry began to speed up their advance, and they shouted and charged towards the French positions dozens of meters away. The German infantrymen ran briskly with rifles, their bayonets glittering with a dazzling cold light.

They had found that there was not a single French soldier in sight in front of them in front of them, and the German soldiers were shouting loudly, and they were rushing forward excitedly, and these soldiers seemed to have seen the dawn of victory in their eyes, and they would once again prove the myth of the invincibility of the German Army, and they would easily win a brilliant victory without suspense.

But after a second, everything changed, and a rain of death fell on the heads of the German soldiers.

As the five tanks staggered across the trench and continued to advance slowly into the position, rows of Adrian helmets appeared on the trench again, and then a dense rain of grenades fell on the heads of the German soldiers. The F1 grenade used by France in the First World War exploded again in the German soldiers after more than 20 years, although it was replaced with a new fuse, but its power did not change at all, after a violent explosion, more than a dozen German soldiers fell in front of the position, and twice as many German soldiers rolled on the ground nearby with their wounded parts and wailed.

The intelligence of the French soldiers gave them the initiative for the first time in this battle, and they began to shoot wildly at the German infantry, who were out of cover by armored vehicles, and the dense bullets crushed the infantry to the ground and unable to raise their heads. After the German infantry had been suppressed, the French soldiers began to turn around and deal with the five No. 2 tanks that had rushed through the trenches, and a dozen French soldiers jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards the No. 2 tanks, each holding a glass bottle with a burning strip of cloth stuffed into the mouth.

Tank 2 had been informed on the radio about what had happened behind them, and now the tanks were slowly turning around, and their turrets were turning to the rear. But it was too late for them, the Molotov cocktail was accurately thrown onto the hood of the tail of the second tank, and the broken bottle contained a viscous liquid mixed with rubber and white phosphorus and burned, and after three or four seconds, the gasoline engine of the second tank was ignited by the burning liquid, and the tank turned into a large fireball in an instant.

The crew of the tank shouted and jumped out of the tank through their entrances and exits, but they were then beaten into a honeycomb by the angry French soldiers, and some of the tankers were killed in the narrow entrances and exits before they could escape the burning cars.

The frontal battle continued, and the armored vehicles that spread out on both flanks turned back, and with their frantic fire they made the German infantry escape the danger of total annihilation, and under the cover of the armored vehicles, the German infantry carried the wounded and slowly retreated. The armored vehicles vented their frustration with machine guns and machine guns, and they strafed and reversed the car. It was only after they had withdrawn from the range of the French soldiers that they turned around and headed towards their positions.

Seeing the embarrassed retreat of the Germans, the French soldiers on the forward positions could not believe their eyes, they could not help but burst into tears of excitement when they looked at the corpses of German soldiers lying in front of their positions and the burning armored vehicles, they cheered loudly, shouted desperately, they shot into the sky, and they vented their joy for surviving the first battle in every way they could think of.

The whole French position cheered, and everyone applauded the brave soldiers. The French soldiers finally won a battle with dignity, which was the first victory won by the French team with the German team dominating.

Just as the French were basking in the joy of victory, a familiar voice echoed in their ears, and even the tidal cheers could not hide the shrill howling.

The French soldiers couldn't help but stop their celebrations, and everyone looked into the air in confusion.

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