"Damn, there are only five high-explosive shells left!"

"I still have three chains here!"

"I still have two, Captain, we can't get any closer!"

The sudden light rain obscured vision, and Car 205 crossed the dirt slope, burrowed into a small wood, and a few minutes later emerged from the other end, the black hole of the gun aimed at the group of French soldiers. At a distance of more than 500 meters, car No. 205 stopped moving forward and fired two high-explosive shells, and seeing the average effect, Rommel ordered to move on and release four high-explosive shells at a distance of 300 meters. Seeing that the enemy's counterattack was weak, the tank advanced more than 100 meters again, using course machine guns and coaxial machine guns to suppress the French soldiers, and destroying the heavy machine gun positions that the French had worked hard to establish through tank guns.

The bullets rained down on the tank, and the sound of the air breaking made Rommel have to lie on the tank tightly, but he had to show his head to observe the enemy. Now he regretted a little, the enemy did not crush at the touch of a button, they used the road to create an improvised line of defense under the command of the officers and began to deploy artillery in the rear. Seeing that there was only one German tank, the French soldiers rushed out of the line of defense and went around car No. 205 from both flanks, and when there was no cover of infantry, once the enemy infantry entered the blind spot of the tank's line of sight, the outcome was absolutely tragic.

"Mark, full speed ahead!" At this moment, Rommel suddenly yelled, which made Mark stunned for a moment, and only reacted after being kicked by Rommel, and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and then there was the opposition of the crew.

The verbal opposition did not work, the tanks gradually accelerated and rushed to the enemy positions. The French soldiers were getting closer and closer, and Prinz could even clearly see the frightened expressions of the French, who had become a mature soldier and fired accurately with machine guns, and the French soldiers lying on the ground in front of them jumped up and tried to escape from their original positions - they did not want to be the flesh and blood under the tracks of the tank, but the ghosts of the bullets of the large-caliber machine guns.

From the initial opposition to the current agitation, Mark, John and the others yelled in response to the heartbeat, and when Marc maneuvered the tank to crush a French soldier who had no time to escape under the tracks, his face showed an expression of ecstasy. It can't be said that these people have no humanity, they are soldiers, they are killing machines, it is their duty to kill the enemy, and they can crush the enemy into powder without burden, which can only show that they are qualified soldiers.

Charging under dense fire and more than a thousand soldiers was not reckless on the part of Rommel, his subconscious decision was actually in line with the needs of reality. The long hours of tank combat imprinted tactical awareness into Rommel's marrow, combined with the cunning side of his character, contributed to this seemingly reckless assault. The French soldiers were on the march, temporarily on the defensive, and there was no cover available on the plain - the bare roadbed was only about twenty centimeters higher than the side, and there was no other shelter.

There are no barbed wire, no anti-tank mines, no wide and deep trenches, and no obstacles to stop the tanks. At the same time, the French soldiers did not have long-range anti-tank means, and the only thing that the No. 205 car had to worry about was being close to the enemy after approaching the French position, but now it seems that this is unlikely, the enemy is eager to leave the tank's forward route, and the limbs of his comrades exposed after the track are enough to scare off all those who want to get close.

Car No. 205 also did not want to give the enemy a chance to get closer, so Mark pressed the accelerator to the very bottom and tried to get out of the crowd as quickly as possible. When the turbulence was over, Rommel's eyes were open, and there were hundreds of French soldiers who were deploying artillery, leaving behind the French infantry and appearing in front of the artillery position.

"Go around from the right, aim at the ammo pile, hurry!" Mark hated Rommel to death, kicking himself every time he gave the order, and his back was bruised every time he fought, maybe he would not die from an enemy shell, but from the captain's boot.

Car No. 205 quickly circled more than 100 meters from the enemy's artillery position, and then stopped at Rommel's orders, and a high-explosive shell burst out of the chamber and accurately hit the pile of ammunition boxes. During the emergency, the French artillery piled up artillery ammunition and mixed it with dozens of guns, giving Rommel the best chance to attack.

The ammunition pile was justifiably detonated, and the violent explosion took away parts of several nearby artillery pieces, and the shock wave also killed the French artillery soldiers within a hundred meters, and the pressure generated by the explosion stopped their internal organs. Even Rommel and the others felt a violent tremor, and the heavy tank even showed signs of deflection, and the head collided with the hard bulkhead, and it took a while for the dizziness to disappear.

The solo fight of car No. 205 did not last long, and three other tanks of the tank platoon were forced to join the battlefield, and rushing into the enemy's infantry defensive positions was not the best option in the absence of grenadiers. But there was no way, the comrades had already rushed in, and it was impossible to watch him besieged and indifferent.

"Rommel, you damn daredevil, you won't give up until you hand over all the chocolate candy!" While directing the battle of car 204, Davis scolded loudly in the intercom. However, after seeing car No. 205 charging and detonating the enemy's ammunition pile, everyone shut up, thinking it was a suicidal charge, but now it seems to have the upper hand!

Rommel roamed the French rear, firing at the remaining two high-explosive shells and a few machine-gun bullets, while three other tanks in a tank platoon drew the enemy's attention head-on. The fire of four tank guns and a dozen machine guns completely suppressed the French troops, and after the explosion, they had already lost the courage to fight, and finally collapsed under the front and rear blows.

The French soldiers on both flanks were the first to break and fled, while the French soldiers in front of the German tanks dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. Especially when the German grenadiers and more tanks emerged from the woods and appeared in front of their positions, the collapse began to accelerate, and the resistance became less and less. The German tanks and soldiers who came to support pursued the fleeing enemy in part, and the rest of the task was to watch over the French prisoners and gather them together.

Rommel's move was even known to Moltke Jr., and if a tank attacked a regiment of French positions, if it did not succeed, it was reckless, and if it succeeded, it would be a great achievement. Before he knew that he had entered the sight of the upper echelons, Rommel was being ravaged by the captains of a platoon of tanks after the battle, and they were really startled.

Reluctantly, they took out the chocolate candy and handed it to Davis, and after a little rest, they had to move on, the tank platoon was cool, but the tank regiment behind did not get any benefits. Fortunately, there are still countless battles waiting for them ahead, so there is no need to rush for a while, and soon they will get the results they want.

Saumur's French army accidentally crashed into Moltke's 1st Panzer Corps, and the French army was divided into disconnected parts and quickly surrendered surrounded by grenadiers. The French soldiers could not have shown great courage in trench warfare and fought to the last man, but they were quickly routed in the field, and the psychological effect of a strong position on people was very obvious.

At the cost of only about 700 men, the German First Army annihilated the French forces of two infantry corps and aimed its troops at Tours. A large group of German troops appeared behind the defensive line, what this meant was clear to everyone, and fighting to the last man became an empty word, and the positions held by nearly a million people collapsed in an instant.

From Tours to Nancy, there were French soldiers who had left their trenches and retreated to the rear, and the ambiguous order from the general command in Porto instead of the previous "stay the course" showed that the Provisional Government was also wandering and could not pay accurate attention. More precisely, it is oscillating between holding on and surrendering, France has given away the lives of too many young people, and it makes no sense to go on like this.

The above contradictions affected the soldiers at the grassroots level, and the faith that was firmly held gradually collapsed, which was reflected on the battlefield that was on the way to retreat, once caught up by the German army, often without resistance or slight resistance, just like the surrender of the German army. The prisoners formed by the rout required a large number of soldiers to supervise the transport, and the supplies and wreckage on the roads also hindered the German pursuit, although this did not affect the overall situation, as the French were soon to surrender.

The battle of Tours-Nancy exhausted the last main force of the French army, they completely lost the confidence to resist, and there was no point in continuing to fight, except for the death of more French lads. Up to now, more than 1.3 million French soldiers have been annihilated or captured, which is the most elite part of the French army, which is equivalent to pulling out the backbone of the French. Strategically, France had no way of stopping the German advance, and from Tours to Porto, and then to Marseille on the Mediterranean coast, it was simply a road - this was the sorrow of the small countries, they had no strategic depth, and if they did not want to burn everything, surrender was the only option.

The provisional government in Porto soon reached an agreement and sent emissaries to Berlin, and the armistice negotiations between the two countries were about to get on track. Some of the French who insisted on resistance were unwilling to surrender, and dozens of high-ranking people left by boat from Marseille and arrived in London, where a government-in-exile was formed to lead the guerrillas in the country to continue the resistance. (To be continued.) )