The 4 B1 heavy tanks on the position have been suppressing Hans's group, which makes it very difficult for him to push further, there is no Pak-40 here, and the only one that can inflict heavy damage on the B1 in the front is Hans's F2 model, but in the face of such strong enemy firepower, the odds of winning a hard fight are not guaranteed.

Amphitri and the others were able to suppress the enemy's infantry, but the Stuk75mm-L/24 was only scratching the itch for the B1. This made him very anxious, but he was forced by the situation, and he was helpless.

At this time, a supply was delivered from the rear, a group of 4 mortars of the Granatwerfer-34 type. Although it is a happy thing to have equipment replenishment, it can only be said that it is worthy of Batner, there is really nothing good in the place where even the 88 gun is not configured, even the mortar is this antique weapon developed in 1932, and the range of its 80mm shells can reach 2400 meters, but this can only be effective for some open-top vehicles and infantry, and it can be said that even the fur can not hurt the target of the B1 heavy tank.

When Hans was worried about what he could do with these things, he had an idea and said, "Amphiteri, hit their tracks!" ”

"You're stupid, no one plans to run, what's the use of you letting me hit the tracks." Amphitri even wondered if his brain was broken.

"Just hurry up, as for the fire suppression, just leave it to the mortar." Hans was too excited to explain it to her.

"Well, Miss Ben will listen to you for once." Amphitri seemed to reluctantly comply.

"Bang!" With the strong fire suppression, the tracks of 3 B1s have been blown up alive by Amphitri, but the enemy's firepower has not been affected at all, and it is still fierce.

At this time, Hans and the others also retreated, touching the other half, although this could not take the enemy's position, but they could avoid the fire of the B1 as much as possible.

"All obey my orders, and all artillery fire covers the left side of the enemy's position!" At Hans's order, smoke rose from the enemy's position, and the infantry fled in a blast.

"Next target, right!" Another round of fire went down, and the infantry began to dodge again.

Originally, the position on the left and right sides could avoid artillery fire, because Hans and they were looking at the right side, the space of the position became very narrow, due to the small number of people, the hit rate of the shells was also greatly improved, and it did not take long for the enemy's infantry to choose to slowly withdraw under the cover of the only remaining movable B1, and only three B1s that had broken down were left alone.

"There are still three nails," Hans said with a small smile and disdainful look as he looked at the enemy in front of him.

Vincent's here, just now, there was a violent explosion, and the flames of the explosion even lit up a piece of sky, and the earth trembled. And in front of the three F2 IV tanks, there was a scene of wailing - the French, who were carefully preparing to attack Vincent and one of their ambushes, could not have expected the piles of cluster grenades to explode around them, causing serious damage to their infantry.

In contrast, the French tank units suffered minor damage, as the bombs were placed in dark places on both sides of the road, far away from the tanks. However, this did not reduce the degree of impact on them, the smoke of the explosion almost completely blocked their view, not to mention Vincent and them, even their teammates around them could not see clearly, and some of the panicked infantry fled, some hugged their heads and cried, and even worse, they had fallen to the ground and foamed at the mouth. This makes it difficult for the tank to move an inch, and it has to stand in place like a target.

"Everyone! Charge! ”

The Germans did not miss such a good opportunity, and three F2 IV medium tanks, led by Vincent, began to carry out heavy artillery bombardment on the enemy and cover the advance of the infantry.

The soldiers hid behind the tank in squads, waited for enough distance, and threw the Type 24 wooden-handled grenade in their hands over the top of the tank. This throw requires no precision at all, and even if it doesn't damage enemies, it can keep them in a panic.

The French tanks, which could barely see the battlefield clearly, had just returned fire, and they had already been locked on by Vincent, and what was waiting for them in the next moment were three 100mm piercing 75mm Pzgr-type blunt-tipped armor-piercing shells. In this period, with the exception of the "Churchill" I heavy tank, developed by the British, no armored unit could withstand such an attack.

Despite their absolute numerical superiority, the French could not even fight the most basic counterattacks, and their huge numbers became cumbersome in the blink of an eye, and they could not be used at all in the narrow alleys. Of course, there are some things that you don't want and don't want, just because the so-called flooding is difficult to recover, and the troops that were sent out just now can't be withdrawn if they want to.

On the other side of them, however, Vincent and his wife were like skilled butchers, cutting off the flesh of the "French rooster" one by one, although each knife was not fatal, but it made the prey powerless

"Leona, attack in the direction of your two points and penetrate them in one go." Trode, who rushed to support immediately, quickly coordinated the two squads.

However, Leona replied anxiously: "No, we have a tank on our side that has broken its tracks." ”

"Then you hold on, let's find a chance here" Trode's words were interrupted by an explosion, and they were hit by a grenade, and although the hull of the car was barely damaged, it really shook Trode very hard.

Leona's heart was also tense when she heard this voice, and she hurriedly said, "Don't come here, the enemy here is too much"

The person who interrupted her this time was Trode, who yelled, "Don't say stupid things, what are you doing?" Protecting teammates, isn't it? Then there's no reason for you to stop me! ”

Leona fell silent, and Trode stopped talking, and began to carefully search for the enemy's gaps

Finally, after destroying two enemy tanks, Trode forced their way to Leona's side, and the two squads finally converged after a fierce battle.

"Saved" Leona gasped, looking at the Trood team in front of her, a heart hanging in the air finally fell to the ground.