The sun was dazzling, the heat was pressing, and the sound of artillery and gunfire was raging like a raging wave. Looking down from the air, thousands of troops rushed on the nearly ten-kilometer-long front, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the vast green Alvi Field had been transformed into a mountain of corpses and a bloody Shura purgatory. A gust of wind blew, mixed with the thick smoke of artillery fire and the smell of blood, which made people smell retching and suffocating.

Guderian's steel chariot rumbled and roared, and its tracks were reeling, like a Persian war elephant roaring and galloping wildly on the wasteland, rushing left and right on its defensive position, back and forth to save the emergency. The 37mm infantry cannon roared one after another, spewing out a brilliant orange-red glow; The 7.92mm machine gun roared and rained down a rain of bullets with a deadly rate of continuous fire. Within the reach of the tanks, the French infantry cavalry was all on their backs, blood and flesh splashed, and they were invincible.

However, no matter how much his steel behemoth galloped, it was difficult to change the tide of the battle on his own in such a vast battlefield where thousands of armies clashed. Although the German troops parachuted into Alvi had a heavy machine gun every 200 meters, and although there were still huge bombing airships and combat planes in the air from time to time to help, they only had two regiments of about 5,000 men at full strength. When the French army attacked from the west and joined forces with the French troops in the encirclement, the German army, which was fighting on two fronts, was somewhat unable to support it.

After so many days of fighting with the Germans, the French army also rapidly improved their originally extremely cheating land combat skills in the battle. The tactic of forming a dense phalanx and charging forward side by side has been abandoned in favor of loose skirmishers; The camouflage of its 75mm cannon was also more concealed, and attacking German machine-gun positions became the preferred target of French artillery. As a result of this airborne German army, it was impossible to have conventional artillery. Thus, for the first time, the French had a crushing advantage over the Germans in artillery; Coupled with the disparity in numbers. Threatening pressure on the Germans by the French. Far more than any previous battle.

After three hours of fierce fighting, the vast Alvi field was already covered with a thick layer of red and blue dead corpses, roughly counting, not to mention tens of thousands. However, in order to break out of the encirclement, the French army had spared no casualties, and still swooped down on the German positions like a tsunami. As the battle continued, the large accumulation of corpses had seriously affected the German machine-gun firing range, providing an ideal cover for the attacking French troops; And the French officers and soldiers took advantage of these robed corpses, and pressed the German positions layer upon layer in the roar of artillery fire!

Gunfire was intense. The explosion was deafening, and after countless people were swept down by German machine guns, French officers and soldiers finally broke into the German lines in some sections. Since the Germans had been airborne for less than 24 hours in Alvi and were far from dense in terms of unit length, the trenches they had constructed were far from those outside Tionville; At present, the German positions were almost always long straight trenches, which were quite limited in their defensive power against the enemy forces that broke through. Despite the German machine guns and the large number of grenades flying in the trenches, a large number of French troops still stepped on the corpses of the robes and rushed forward like a tidal wave, quickly drowning the German resistance in the trenches!

"Boom!" Tank No. 027 slammed into the ground. A 37-mm shell erupted in a roaring blast through the attacking crowd. Blew several French officers and soldiers into a blur of flesh and blood. However, after a while, the gunner never fired a second shot. Seeing this, Guderian was furious, slammed his elbow on the gunner's body, and roared sharply: "Damn Joseph, do you want to see God?" Hurry up and shoot you pig! ”

"Heinz, we only have the last three shells left!" The young gunner, known as Joseph, turned his head and said loudly, his voice no less loud than Guderian's. Guderian was stunned for a moment, and then his already high-pitched voice was raised a few degrees, and he scolded angrily: "Idiot! Won't you save on shells? How did I choose an idiot like you to be a gunner......"

Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous roar exploded next to Tank 027, and the loud explosion drowned out Guderian's last few angry words. Joseph, the gunner, who had a face like a knife and an axe, was already scolding Guderian in his heart at this moment: because of the limited space and weight, the Panzel I tank they were driving originally carried only 48 shells, and the previous three-hour battle was extremely fierce, and there were countless places where their own tank guns were needed to relieve the siege. Had it not been for the fact that he had a premonition that this was not an ordinary battle and had repeatedly saved shells, the tank would have run out of shells an hour earlier. However, in this kind of life-and-death battlefield, there is no difference between infighting and suicide among the crew members of the same car; Joseph forced himself to suppress the displeasure in his heart, and asked Guderian in a roaring voice about his next move—the only way to make his intentions a little clear to the crew in a tank with rumbling engines.

Guderian hooked his toes, and the knowing driver immediately slowed down. In the midst of the loud and small engine noise, only Guderian's voice was heard again asking loudly about the number of bullets in his tank. However, to his horror and anger, due to the attrition of the previous fierce battle, even the last 250 rounds of machine gun bullets remained; If you shoot at full speed, you can shoot it all in just half a minute!

The war is raging, and the sunset is in full swing. Guderian looked out from the observation and found himself in a slaughterhouse: corpses piled up like hills, mutilated with broken limbs and wriggling entrails. Countless French soldiers were stepping on the brains of friendly soldiers, roaring and charging in the red dirt covered with blood plasma; During the rifle firing, German officers and soldiers in gray uniforms were knocked down with a bang. These French officers and soldiers were originally warriors who were deeply influenced by the tactics of desperate attack, and in the battle a few days ago, they were bombarded by the southern flank of the German army, which had absolute firepower superiority, and they had long been holding back their raging anger; And at this moment, so many robes were slaughtered by the German machine guns, and the hatred in his heart was even more like a volcano. Once in the trenches and in close contact with the Germans, the bravery of their charge was almost overwhelming. In the face of these almost endless influx of French berserkers, the Germans, who had lost their geographical advantage and were absolutely inferior in numbers, were even more difficult to parry; After a short battle in the trenches, they were forced to retreat backwards again and again. After that, the French army rushed in from these gaps, swept in all directions, and the German defense line cracked like a long river bursting its banks, and finally became out of control!

Seeing this scene, Gudeli's peace of mind vanished, and was replaced by a vigorous fire of war; His eyes lit up, and he loudly expressed his strong determination to hold his ground and fight to the death. Erich, the driver below him, immediately agreed, and slammed on the engine, and a loud roar resounded in the tank. The young gunner Joseph's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but whisper in Guderian's ear: "But Heinz, we are almost out of ammunition!" ”

Guderian's eyes were sharp, and he said categorically: "Joseph, we have traveled here for nearly twenty hours just to help the infantry hold this defensive line, so we must not leave them and retreat like this!" If all the guns and shells are exhausted, we can still crush the French with the body of this chariot; Before we have exhausted the last drop of gasoline, we must all hold on to this line of defense! ”

The engine roared and roared, punctuated by a huge wave of explosions that rang through the eardrums. Joseph looked silently at the young ensign next to him, as if he had known him for the first time. After a while, a long-lost vigor surged in his heart; The sorrow for the future and the fear of death faded away, and became an imperceptible speck of dust. The slight displeasure in my heart just now because of Guderian's unfair reproach has long since disappeared at this moment. His gaze froze, and he said loudly: "Heinz is so brave, I have nothing to hesitate about. May I live and die with you! ”

Guderian nodded slightly, his eyes full of joy and gratitude. His eyes froze, he kicked the driver in the back again, and said loudly, "Panzervor!" ”

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The smoke was thick and the fire was blazing. Ten minutes later, with the volley of the last bullet whirling, Guderian's tank had completely exhausted its ammunition. However, the castration of the steel chariot did not abate in the slightest, and it rumbled towards a group of French infantry at maximum speed. Joseph, having exhausted all the shells, left the aiming rod in front of him and sat down on his position with a resolute face; As a soldier, the bloodstained battlefield may be his most glorious ending!

Not far away, French soldiers also spotted the steel beast sprayed with the Iron Cross emblem. To their great surprise, this monster with machine guns and cannons in intelligence did not even shoot out any firepower, which was definitely due to the fact that it ran out of ammunition! The French soldiers swarmed up, surrounded on all sides, and stabbed the tank at zero distance. Listening to the sonorous and piercing sound coming from the four walls of the tank, Guderian did not panic, and commanded the tank to turn sharply, pressing several French soldiers who were caught off guard under the tracks, and the heart-rending screams resounded in the cockpit of the tank. Despite the limited success, Goodry was not discouraged: the more time the French infantry spent on their own ineffective tank, the less pressure their infantry would be, and the stronger the line of defense would be!

Suddenly, the explosion of heavy shells roared all around. (To be continued......)

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