The noise faded away, and the fields, which had just experienced a fierce battle, quickly cooled down in the sea breeze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoA scorched, bloodied German armored soldier sat next to a wrecked tank, the right track of the "Teutonic Knight" was blown off, the inducing wheel on the same side was out of its original position, and the mottled turret and hull showed a desolate hideousness.

Several British soldiers wearing Tony's helmets surrounded the German soldier who looked dying with a cold gaze instead of a cold bayonet, and a British officer wearing an army captain's epaulette stepped forward slowly and asked in a non-standard German: "Are you German?" ”

The German armorer glanced up at the other, his lips moving, and seemed to reply, but his voice was not loud enough for anyone here to hear.

Seeing that the German soldier was on the ground with his hands down, as if he was ready to resist, the British officer put Webley's revolver into a holster, buckled it, and slowly walked up to him and crouched down, carefully examining his clothes and accessories.

"Oh, you're a member of the German Royal Guard, that's amazing. So, you're in a chariot regiment of the Royal Guard, can you show me your papers? The British officer's hypocritical tone did not win any favor with the other party, and in fact, the depressed German armored soldier did not show the slightest fighting spirit or a strong desire to survive, but was in a state of resignation and drifting.

The indifferent attitude of the German armored soldier made the British officer feel bored, he hesitated, reached out and dug into the pocket of the other's chest, found a document, and then took out a lighter and lit it, and examined the contents of the document in the faint light.

"Private Friedrich Auerbach, 1st Class, 7th Royal Guards Chariot Regiment of the German Empire, was born in October 1913. So, when the last war broke out, you were only 10 months old, and did you ever regret that you missed it? The British officer was talking to himself in a huff, completely ignoring the cold gaze of the other man.

The soldier's ID did not reveal much information, and the British officer stuffed it back into the other party's pocket, and seeing that the German armored soldier was pale and his lips were chapped, he took out the kettle from behind him, unscrewed the lid, and took two large sips of it himself, and then shook it in front of the German.

The German armored soldier coughed suddenly, and at last, he raised his hand to catch the kettle.

The British officer, however, turned the kettle upside down and emptied the water inside.

"Just to taste the mineral water of Great Britain, is it worth your life?"

The German armorer had a few drops of water on his fingertips, and he wiped a handful on his chapped lips, despite the stains on his hand.

Seeing the other party's behavior, a playful smile appeared on the British officer's face: "How does it taste?" Isn't it sweet? ”

The German soldier said expressionlessly: "The taste of horse urine is like that of you, and you can drink it from childhood to adulthood." ”

From the side of the British officer, this was an insult from the loser to the winner, so instead of lashing out, he sneered contemptuously.

"You self-righteous Germans, you think you can easily win by bypassing our line of defense in the Strait? Do you think the British army will be vulnerable to you? Listen to it! The death knell is ringing for you tonight! ”

The sound of gunfire in the distance is a signal that the officers and men of the two armies are fighting bravely, and the embodiment of the fierce collision of the wills of the great powers, and judging from the scale and progress of this battle, the first round of confrontation between the two sides will enter an important turning point tonight - either the Allied soldiers will gain a foothold in front of the British house, or the British officers and soldiers will drive the invaders out of the courtyard.

The British officer touched the outer wall of the German tank, walked to the front of the hull, looked through the open cockpit opening, then climbed onto the hull with fenders and headlights, looked through the turret with the same open hatch, and gestured to his soldiers to come and clean the inside of the tank. After doing this, he jumped out of the chariot and returned to the mortally wounded German panzer, stared at him condescendingly, and said righteously:

"We have paid a great price to destroy the vehicle you are in, 7 brave British soldiers are confirmed dead, and at least 9 others are wounded, and perhaps more than half of them will be disabled for life...... I know what you're thinking, you think that's the superiority of the German army, that's why you dared to land directly in North Wales, but what was the result? The result? Look at what you look like now, look! What else is there to be awe-inspiring? How many chariots did you send ashore? Two hundred? Four hundred? Or a thousand? Even if we destroy one of your chariots with twenty lives, that is, 20,000 men, how can the British army have more than 20,000 brave men who are not afraid of death? You have no chariots, you have been driven out of your positions, how can you continue to fight against the endless stream of British troops? ”

The German armorer coughed again, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his head, looked at the night sky that had not been covered by the smoke of gunpowder, and said slowly: "Are you telling me this, are you showing off your small victory, or do you want to hide the fear in your heart?" You would be wrong to think that if you destroy this vehicle for 9 lives, you will be able to use this ratio for campaign-level conversion. Mr. Officer, the tank in front of you had at least 4 British tanks and 1 British gun destroyed before it was destroyed, and I have not counted how many British soldiers we killed, but it should have been no less than 30, but only some of them belonged to your unit. Perhaps you will be the victors tonight, and perhaps you will be able to temporarily stop the Confederate coalition from taking Britain, but what are your chances of winning this war? ”

The British officer pouted and pulled out his pistol from his holster: "Time will tell." Unfortunately, you won't see the end of the story. ”

The other party's words seemed to be intimidating, but the German soldier was not a little afraid, he covered his chest and muttered, "So what does it matter? I saw that Odin's handmaidens had come to the battlefield, and they would bring the spirits of the chosen warriors back to Valhalla, where I would be feasted, and there I would watch my comrades win the war, and they would return from under the gates of Brandenburg with flowers......"

The British officer did not shoot the German soldier, who was completely defenseless, but watched him inactively, as the warrior whose signs of life were quietly slipping away. When his eyes, which showed regret and affection, became hollow, and his dry lips no longer trembled, he let out a long sigh and put away his pistol with a look of loss. By this time, his soldiers had cleared the remains of the four dead crew members from the "iron coffin" and placed them parallel to the chariot, and another team of soldiers with toolboxes was rushing to take over. Judging by the damage to this vehicle, it can be used as a temporary point of fire, even if it cannot be moved again, and from a more far-reaching perspective, this trophy with the main structure undamaged will help the British military-technical department to develop more practical anti-tank weapons.

After a while, a communications soldier hurried forward, then rolled over and dismounted before him.

"Captain Wellington, Colonel Leed has asked me to bring you a message that the Brian and Stoke companies have engaged enemy troops a mile to the west, and I hereby order your company to go quickly and make a detour from the right flank of Stoke Company."

The officer had just lit himself a cigarette, and he looked around to see his soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, and friendly troops were constantly passing by, but no one stopped to take over his company.

"Bird, gather the troops!" The officer immediately instructed one of his subordinates.

The signal corpsman got on his horse and was about to leave, when the officer tilted his head and asked, "Did you encounter the enemy rearguard?" ”

"I don't know, Major Li De has just explained the message to you. I saw that there was a fierce fight ahead, and Finger's tank battalion made a charge, but failed to get through. Now the telephone line is not working, and I am in a hurry to report to the regimental headquarters, so, Mr. Captain, good luck! ”

The officer nodded, and watched the signal soldier walk away.

After a while, his company was assembled, and the second lieutenant officer, whom he called "Bird", ordered the platoons to be quickly counted, and the company still had 76 men, about two-thirds of the full strength, much better than the troops who participated in the first two waves of attacks, and the soldiers took the opportunity to clean up the battlefield and "scoop" some useful guys from the abandoned weapons and equipment of the coalition forces, such as submachine guns, and anti-tank grenades, the former being particularly effective in close combat, and the latter being lighter and easier to use than the British.

With the cigarette butt under his feet, the officer holds his head high and makes a brief mobilization of his soldiers, as is customary—a seemingly dispensable step, but confidence and morale are often the key factors in determining victory or defeat on a rapidly changing battlefield.

"Soldiers, I was constantly asked before, how far is victory from us? I couldn't answer before, but now I can tell you with absolute certainty that victory is tonight, right before our eyes! More than four hours have passed since the battle began, and we have managed to break through the enemy's defenses, as if we have climbed over a thorny fence, and we have kicked over the watchdog behind the handle, and then there is nothing to stop us from the door to victory. Well, the enemy may have more than one watchdog, and we may be attacked by them, but what's so scary about that? They want our boots, so give them them! Big deal ringing the doorbell barefoot. ”

The usual humor caused the soldiers to laugh, and the nervousness was suddenly put behind them, and this was the effect that the British officer wanted. He looked at his watch, did not immediately give the order to go, but waited very patiently for a little while, waiting for the second cavalryman, who was galloping from the direction of the front.

"Captain Wellington, I have been instructed to bring a message from Colonel Leed: The enemy has launched a fierce counterattack against our troops from the west and south, and the position of the Brian Company and the Stoke Company is not conducive to defense, so I order your troops to build fortifications on the spot and be ready to respond at any time."

The foreboding was confirmed, but the officer from a famous family was not happy at all, he frowned and said: "Please go back and report to Colonel Li De, that Company General Wellington will carry out the order unconditionally, but I personally think that we should resolutely attack at the moment and use the attack to crush the enemy's final blow." ”

"You say the final blow?" The signal soldier was quite surprised, but when he saw the other party's eyes affirming, he replied: "Okay, sir, I'll rush to restore my life." ”

Captain Wellington resolutely turned around and ordered his soldiers: "The whole company will defend in a north-south direction, and the combat vehicles left by the enemy will be used as much as possible." ”

After the platoons were disbanded, the captain called his deputy and asked him to tell the three platoon commanders separately that they should not be sloppy in deploying defenses and that they should be ready to attack at any time.

(End of chapter)