There is no time to demine, and the other side will not give itself a chance to demine, the only way is to let the soldiers use their own flesh and blood to step on the mines, and the Germans will not have time to bury them a second time!

Darlan, who was in the back, stood behind a heavy machine gun himself, looking ahead with a telescope, he knew that his orders were cruel, but now, he had to do it!

"Da-da-da-da." Seeing that the soldiers in front of him were not moving forward, he immediately ordered the machine gunners around him to shoot at the heads of the soldiers over there!

Bullets whizzed over the soldiers' heads, and in an instant, the soldiers were terrified, knowing that if they didn't continue to charge forward, they would definitely be shot by the machine gunners behind!

They can do it, it's a real threat!

If you rush up, you don't have to die, if you don't rush, you will definitely die!

So, they had no choice.

Of course, they will no longer rush in one go, as they did just now, and they will walk cautiously, for fear of stepping on a mine again.

Be smart, step on someone else's footprints and continue to move forward, but the people in front of them have no other means, they must use their bodies to take risks.

Step by step, step by step, every step, so carefully and cautiously.

"Boom!"

"Boom!" Even so, the sound of mine explosions is still endless, and every explosion will take away several lives.

"Boom!" A mine, violently exploded, and a young French soldier, just as he wanted to crouch, felt something rush in his face.

He blocked it with his hand, and suddenly, he got a soft thing in his hand.

It was one of his comrades' legs, at this time, the lower half had become minced meat, the upper half was in his hands, and at the same time, his whole body was also splashed with blood.

"No, I don't want to die!" He barely resisted the urge to vomit and shouted loudly, at this point, his mind went blank.

You can't move forward, and if you move forward, you can only die in vain!

I don't want to die, I want to go back! At this time, the soldiers who charged on the entire battlefield looked at him, he was already on the verge of collapse at this time, his eyes were empty, and he only had one thought in his mind, if he didn't go up and die, he ran back!

He didn't stop, he faced the others, he ran back, to his own position, where it was safe.

"Fire!" Admiral Darlang shouted to the machine gunners beside him.

"Da-da-da-da." The Heavy gently pulled the trigger, and saw the soldier running back, his body falling backwards, a few blood flowers appeared on his chest, and on his back, there were several large holes.

He fell backwards, his eyes still blank, and there seemed to be a kind of shock, he would not believe that he had been shot by his own people!

"Rush, all continue to rush forward, now, we have no choice!" Raising his horn, Darlan shouted loudly to the warriors charging ahead.

And at this moment, a premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and without hesitation, he bowed his head suddenly.

His military hat flew like this, his scalp was hot, if he hadn't dodged fast just now, the bullet that came from him hit his head right and made his head burst open!

Snipers, there are definitely terrible snipers on the other side! Darlang fell on the small dirt slope behind the machine gun and did not dare to look up again.

Opposite, eight hundred meters away, sniper Matthias Heitzenor, gently holding a K98 Mauser rifle with a 6x sight in his hand, left his sniper position and moved to the next place.

In the special forces, there are also dozens of snipers mixed together, and Matthias is the leader of the snipers, and at the same time, he is also a ruthless fighter.

As a sniper, his basic task is to destroy enemy heavy weapons observers, commanders, anti-tank operators, machine gunners and other high-value targets.

Compared to regular infantry, snipers have more freedom and can hunt every target at will within the company's position. In combat, officers are often the most valuable targets.

Therefore, he did not snipe in the first few times the other party charged, but when he found the officer who was directing the machine gun in the back, he immediately locked the other party as his sniper target.

You know, a machine gunner who can command the Overseer in the back, shoot at the soldiers who cower in front or even retreat, such a person is definitely a high-ranking officer!

Although the officer on the opposite side removed any rank identification on the combat uniforms and helmets of officers and senior non-commissioned officers, and used a rifle like an ordinary soldier, the other party's actions could indicate that the other party was an officer.

In particular, when he saw the manicured mustache on his lips from his own sights, Matthias was able to determine that the mustache was unmistakably telling him: Hey, shoot me!

It's a pity that the other party was not hit, and even so, it is good to scare the other party.

As a sniper, Matthias can accurately hit the target in the head at 400 meters and the target in the chest at 600 meters. The current distance is 800 meters, and the other party is still not safe!

At the same time, he also knows that as a sniper, striking the enemy is secondary, and it is more important to protect yourself, and only by protecting yourself can you destroy the enemy.

Each sniper position can only fire one shot, and then you have to change positions immediately, even the slightest carelessness will mean death.

Historically, Matthias was in the mountain forces and became Germany's number one sniper ace, but when the "Griffin" special forces were formed, they could select personnel from various other units to join, and if they needed to, even the navy and air force would not let go.

So, Matthias, a shooting genius, was received by the "Griffin" special forces.

When he came to this position, because of the grapevines, he could no longer see the machine gun position he had just had, and he could no longer see the commander of the French, but from here, he could see another group of charging soldiers.

These soldiers, it seems, are they not afraid of death? The rush is fierce.

When I looked again, I saw that behind this group of soldiers, there was a machine gunner, he was holding a light machine gun with a crooked handle, pointing at the back of the soldier in front of him, and under his nose, the mustache was so obvious.

After all, they don't have to rush to the front, they don't need to step on mines, they don't need to use their bodies as bait to lure the other party to shoot, they just need to point a gun at the back of their subordinates.

When it comes to the crooked handle machine gun, most people will think of the Taisho 11 light machine gun of the island country, in fact, this light machine gun of the island country was developed from the French Cayce 1909 type 8 mm light machine gun, which is now the machine gun in the hands of the French commander.

Now, the target is him! As long as you have a mustache, you are your own prey.

Matthias looked at the almost stationary grape leaves in front of him, determined the direction of the wind and the effect it might have on the bullet, and then visually determined the distance of the other party, which should be six hundred meters in front of him.

Then, he held his breath, and for a moment, the world stood still, save for the clear avatar in the sight.

"Bang!" The Mauser 98 rifle went off, and the 7.92 mm bullet flew to the opposite side.