When the whistle blew, the French offensive began, and everyone from Brigadier General Gustav to one of the most ordinary French soldiers below had no doubt about victory.

Under such shelling, will anyone continue to fight to the end? In the eyes of the French soldiers, this was the case.

However, at this time, all mortars, light and heavy machine guns, rifles, and even tanks were already ready.

Wang Weiyi looked coldly at the swarming French troops and smiled faintly.

He put the whistle to his mouth.

"Ready-ready-ready-"

The long cries of officers at all levels sounded, and all of them had already entered the combat state

"Ready—"

A familiar whistle sounded, the mortar was the first to whist, and the cannonball swayed and fell into the ranks of the densely charged French, and then, coiled with flesh and blood, drew the most brutal picture in front of the Tsenoch position

France was bombed and the gates of hell were opened. The demon opened its jaws and began to grin at the new souls.

The French officers blew their whistles desperately, doing everything they could to keep the ranks from crumbling, and then, barely reorganized, the French army rejoined the attack.

Get into range!

In Tsenochy, all weapons on the tanks and positions opened fire at the same time!

Invitations to the ball of death were issued, and every Frenchman who participated in the attack received an invitation to the ball.

It's an invitation that no one can refuse. When the Grim Reaper begins the "feast" of death, no one who receives the invitation has the strength to shake off the Grim Reaper's scythe

Fog began to rise from the position. But it was not the fog of nature, but the "blood mist" composed of countless splashes of blood!

In the blood mist, hundreds of Frenchmen fell under machine-gun fire, and the Grim Reaper sent his forwards. Crazy harvesting their spoils.

Countless tongues of fire are intertwined into a net of fire that makes all enemies have nothing to hide. Life seems so small in this great net that those who enter the net will be subjected to the most cruel revenge if they struggle a little

The French soldiers who rushed to the front died, the French officers who commanded the attack died, and every minute and every second died, and no one could break through this terrible curse of fate

"Grim Reaper's Striker"!

When the offensive and defensive battle broke out in Nohi, the skeleton commandos began to have such a terrifying nickname.

Indeed, there were layers of corpses stacked in front of the position. The blood mist that filled the air, combined with the chilling skeleton battle flag that was always flying on Noxi's position last time, was everything. All made this elite unit of the Germans synonymous with the Grim Reaper's Striker

The French retreated, and in the face of such a defense, a charge in a dense formation could only be suicidal!

In this attack alone, the French left more than 1,200 bodies in front of the Tsenoch position. Most of them were killed by machine-gun fire.

Maxim heavy machine gun, Madsen light machine gun. constitutes the protagonist of this killing; Mortars and tanks. has become the most dazzling supporting role; And those German soldiers armed with Mauser rifles became the most important part of it!

And the director of this killing feast is only one person:

Ernst. Brahm!

The air is filled with the smell of death, and it is impossible to breathe hard, and a little exertion may make people's stomachs turn upside down, and they will never have any appetite again

The same is true for Wang Weiyi.

When it came to this era, he had already experienced countless battles, and he was accustomed to seeing death. Accustomed to bloodshed, accustomed to seeing corpses. But this time the battle still made him feel so thrilling.

Human life can be so humble here

And this is just the beginning, just the foreplay of countless deaths. Soon, something even bloodier would erupt.

When all those who lived through this war are dying of youth and aging, the vast majority of them will not want to recall this war.

It's a terrible memory they don't want to remember for the rest of their lives

The French, who came up like the tide, retreated like the tide. And the Germans, who had won the victory, could not hear their cheers from the positions.

There is nothing to cheer about, maybe when the next attack begins, the dead will be themselves.

Wang Weiyi's eyes looked around the battlefield and found that his subordinates were all lying in the position tiredly, but there was only one person, but his eyes were flashing with fanaticism:

Adolph. Hitler!

Wang Weiyi was surprised to find that Hitler's eyes were staring at the front of the position without blinking, staring at the corpses, as if he wanted to find something from the corpses.

And his left hand, which had been clenched into a fist, waved at him that he might not even be aware of, as if to vent the excitement in his heart

Hitler was quietly changing, and even Wang Weiyi had not noticed that he had become eager for war, wanted to make meritorious service in war, wanted to become a man and Ernst. Lieutenant Colonel Bream-like person.

Is it right or wrong to take him to the battlefield and complete all kinds of dangerous missions with him again and again? Even Wang Weiyi himself has some hesitation about this

In front of the position, a number of battlefield ambulance workers wearing red cross markings appeared and were examining the dead soldiers who were not yet dying. The seriously injured were treated on the spot, and the minor ones were carried down on stretchers.

Adolph. Hitler raised his rifle in his hand

"Adolf." Wang Weiyi called out in a low voice. When Hitler's head turned, he shook his head at Hitler

Hitler smiled a little shyly: "Lieutenant colonel, I'm just aiming, I'm not going to kill them"

Wang Weiyi also smiled, yes, at least until now, Hitler would still be an ordinary soldier who would be shy

A Frenchman wearing a red cross marker, waving a white flag in his hand, walked towards here, and when he walked into the German position, he did not salute: "Hello, I need some bandages and medicine, we are running out, you know that the casualties are too great, please rest assured, I will return it to you"

"Give it to him." Wang Weiyi said lightly.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel." The Frenchman got what he wanted: "Who are you?" ”

"Ernst. Bream. ”

"Ah, you are the skeleton baron, thank you for your generosity." The French don't seem to be afraid of the words "Baron Skeleton".

In his heart, it doesn't matter who it is, it's a matter between the army, and he is only responsible for saving lives and helping the wounded

Some of the wounded were carried out of the pile of corpses, some of them would die, some would survive. But so what? The crippled will have to spend their lives in wheelchairs or hospital beds, and those who are cured will soon be put on the battlefield again, going on another adventure that will never know the end of the road

The heavy casualties made Brigadier General Gustav feel distressed and angry at the same time, but he was helpless.

In Reims, he had already been humiliated once, and this time, he was humiliated. He did what he could, but there was nothing he could do to change it.

Ernst. Bram – The Skull Baron, a nightmare that Brigadier Gustav could not escape for the rest of his life

He has already asked El. General Raffarin asked for reinforcements, and Lieutenant General Raffarin, though as annoyed as he was, reluctantly agreed to his men's request.

It was the first tough battle of the Spring Offensive, a victory that both the Germans and the French desperately desired, and it was for this reason that the Germans put their most elite troops on the front line.

Now it seems that it was the Germans who had the upper hand without any suspense.

It was already evening, it was time for dinner, and Brigadier General Gustav decided to forget all this unpleasantness for a while.

But at this time, heavy artillery fire suddenly sounded on the German positions. Cannonballs rained down on the French, and the sound of "booming" cannons extinguished the "Yaxing" that the French wanted to have a good dinner.

Then, several tanks appeared on the road of the attack, and around them, countless German soldiers!

Skeleton Commando - Counterattack!

The counteroffensive came so suddenly and violently that the French did not have time to react.

Not long ago, the Cinoshi position had just passed the defensive operation, and according to normal logic, the other side had to adjust and redeploy, and it would not be able to counterattack so quickly.

But now, something like this is happening!

Death, once again sent his strikers!

The tank rushed slowly but unstoppably, and the German soldiers who charged with it spewed tongues of fire with all kinds of weapons in their hands.

A terrifying skeletal banner was guiding Germany's most elite soldiers to the victorious victory they deserved.

Long live - Skeleton Commando! Long live - the striker of the Grim Reaper!

The French turned around and ran, and the heavy casualties in the offensive battle had already made them lose confidence, and their sharpness had been crushed in that attack.

These madman-like Germans are impossible to stop.

Yes, they are crazy, all of them are crazy! In their eyes, war is simply a game. They regard blood as the noble honor of their soldiers, and they value victory more than their own lives.

This is a legend on the battlefield:

Skeleton Commando - Grim Reaper's Striker! (To be continued.) )