Are they French? France's poor performance after the outbreak of the war has made the French the protagonist of almost all vulgar jokes on the continent.

Wa~er~ter. Moder also has a reason for saying that, when he was serving in the General Staff Headquarters, he saw some reports that the data of soldiers on the French front line self-harming to avoid the war was more serious, and almost 10 out of 100 French soldiers wanted to return to the rear by self-harm.

The Second German Reich General Staff Headquarters was not well informed, the source was the interception of a report from the British army back to Britain, which described it in a report as follows: The situation was extremely bad, and although the conditions at the front were very bad, the French did not look like they were defending their country at all, and their soldiers would rather kill themselves than stay on the front line. One in ten soldiers would self-harm to avoid the battle, leading the French military to order that any soldier who found himself to avoid the battle should be taken into custody, and then forcibly gathered the fighters and machine-gunned them to launch a suicidal attack on the Germans.

The French offensive was a bit inexplicable in many cases, and the number of people who attacked was not too large, and sometimes even the number of French troops who launched the attack was in the single digits. Originally, the Germans thought that the French army was engaged in a similar infiltration attack, but it didn't look like that, so no matter how you look at it, it didn't have any strategic or tactical intentions at all.

Oh, and it has to be said that the German storm assault was inspired by the "execution of traitors" by the French army.

"The field hospital itself has a platoon of seats guarding the force, and a company is joined behind." Wa~er~ter. Although Moder deliberately lowered his voice, his words were still clear, and he said: "It is difficult to calculate the lightly wounded who can participate in the battle in the field hospital, and another convoy has just arrived. The armed personnel of the convoy should have consisted of thirty people. ”

"What a headache!" Ewald. Feng. Kleist sucked in cold air: "There will be no less than three hundred armed men, and tomorrow those generals will inevitably bring the guards, maybe more than five hundred armed men." That 'tactical genius' actually made a plan for a raid that was almost impossible to succeed in? ”

Ewald. Feng. Isn't the "tactical genius" Kleist talking about Rich? That's what the Guards officers who had been temporarily assembled called Richie. It used to be called that way and maybe it meant a compliment, but now Ewald. Feng. Kleist was just joking.

The object of ridicule, Li Qi, is hiding behind a fence with a group of people, and they are located in the backyard of a manor.

Richie frequently looked to the pocket watch and to the southeast, where the Allied forces were at the forefront.

As the hands reached almost four o'clock in the morning, as if they were fireworks, a string of flares was fired into the sky from the German positions, followed by a rapid thud.

The Germans opened fire, and in an instant the Allied positions were filled with flashes of blast light and earth-splashing shock waves, and the front that was constantly shelled was a scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

The German artillery bombardment was very sudden, came and stopped quickly.

When the German shelling stopped, the English and French shouts on the Allied positions were very noisy, and the shouts were frequently shouted, and then I don't know if I got an order or what, and a continuous burst of gunfire from a certain position bunker sounded like the sound of Mle1914 Habekis machine gun fire.

First, the bullet shuttle of a machine gun, the light bomb flew in the night sky with the light, and then I didn't know how many machine guns were added to the firing sequence, and suddenly the Entente side seemed to have become a burst ~ pulp hedgehog, and there were dots of light bombs being sprayed out everywhere.

Amberg. Goethe speculated: "It seems that some important person was killed by the shelling just now?" ”

The Entente planned to launch the Battle of the Somme on July 1, which had been a sneaky increase some time ago, but as the campaign got closer and closer, the increase was no longer sneaky.

Because of the important battles that were about to be launched, some general-level bigwigs rarely went to the trenches to visit the soldiers. General rank? In the past, not to mention the rank of general, the colonel-level officers would not have stepped into the trenches at all if they were not forced to do so, but the upcoming Battle of the Somme was quite important to the Entente and had to boost morale.

The Battle of the Somme was launched on the premise of relieving the siege of Verdun and, in general, to ensure that the German army would not continue to advance on Paris. In order to ensure that the morale of the soldiers was improved, the senior officers on the French and British sides began to put down their figures, and the big men carrying the stars would appear sporadically on the front line, forcing the colonel-level officers to no longer stay in the comfortable houses in the rear.

Maybe Amberg. Goethe guessed correctly, a certain shell from the shelling just now really killed an important person, and the Allied artillerymen, who had been silent all night, joined the ranks of the "bombardment" fifteen minutes after the German shelling.

"This situation ......," Amberg. Goethe was visibly confused: "Will our other two groups be able to complete the infiltration?" ”

Compared with the pertinence of the German artillery shelling, the artillery of the Allies once again played their true colors, that is, it seemed that the shells that actually fell on the German positions were estimated to be only sixty percent, and the remaining forty percent fell on the no-man's land between the trenches of the two armies.

"Zeitzler's group should have crossed the no-man's land an hour ago, and if there were no incidents, they should have rushed to the predetermined location now." Li Qi looked at his pocket watch again and lowered his voice: "The Perona group set off forty-five minutes ago. ”

In fact, Li Qi smiled bitterly in his heart, many things really can't catch up with the plan, Perona's group carries two mortars, and it also needs to bring at least four boxes of ammunition, so it is simply a mortar member group.

The task of this mortar group is to infiltrate no man's land, then go to the slope of a predetermined location to hide, wait for the signal to provide artillery support or carry out a deterrent mission.

The German artillery bombardment at four o'clock in the morning was a signal, which was the code that Litch had agreed with the commander of the army group in advance, and once the artillery carried out the artillery bombardment for about ten minutes, it meant that all the groups had set out and that the army group was ready to attack at the necessary moment. It's just that Litchie didn't know that this shelling was not just their team.

Now it seems that because of the mortars and ammunition it carried with them, it was difficult for the group to cross the no-man's land in 45 minutes, and it should have been in a terrible field of bombs and shrapnel?

That's right, the group was scattered and hiding in the previous crater, trembling and shivering, and the worse thing was that one of the mortar teams was hiding in the crater where the shell fell again and killed a soldier, and luckily the shell that fell was a dud, so the other three people were not reimbursed.

Just now a bomb that didn't explode smashed Joseph. The head of one of Dietrich's comrades-in-arms was splashed all over his body with red and white, and he had to open his mouth wide to reduce the damage to his internal organs from the shock of the shelling, and the result was that blood and brains were splattered.

At this moment, Joseph. Dietrich's mouth was full of blood and saltiness, and he kept muttering, "Oh my God! "Oh God!" Something like that.