The clouds are gilded, the morning glow is dazzling, and a red sun jumps out from the horizon, shining brightly.

After five days and five nights of thunder and lightning, the formidable German artillery hordes finally stopped their roar. When the sand and gravel stirred up by the last cannonball dispersed in the air, the world finally regained its former calm in the midst of extreme noise. From a bird's-eye view, countless large-caliber shells of the German army had been blown up on the surface of the moon on the French position, and countless large and small craters were densely spread over nearly 150 square kilometers of land. The sight of devastation and smoke made people tremble and panic from the depths of their hearts, not only for the blow suffered by the French.

After a short time, the calm in the war zone where the two sides faced off was once again broken. The familiar hum of the sky rang from the sky, and the beige giant shark airship cruised in a crowd of planes thousands of times smaller than them; This time, however, the Kirovs were no longer the 2 or 3 ships that were commonly seen by French officers and soldiers in the past, but a full 20 ships. As far as the eye can see, on average, every kilometer of battle, there is a giant airship slowly breaking through the sky; The vicious and tyrannical eyes sprayed on the bow of their boats, and every French soldier who had seen it or heard of its prestige was terrified!

In the more than two months since the start of the war, the most killed French soldiers were undoubtedly the various firearms of the German army; However, the French soldiers feared the most undoubtedly this huge bombing airship like a flying fortress. Compared to the invisible rifle and cannon fire, this giant cigar flying from the sky at about 40 km/h will obviously be spotted by every French soldier on the ground; And the bombs they dropped had the power to overwhelm the mountains and the sea. Hardly any fortification could withstand its frontal thunderous blow! Such a clear gun and arrow, but it is an unavoidable fierce and domineering characteristic. Obviously, it will have a huge psychological impact on the French soldiers emotionally. Rao is that they have made up their minds to defend Paris. After seeing these giant god soldiers who symbolized death and ruin appeared as if they didn't want money, they still couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and there were even riots in some defensive areas. The French officers tried their best to suppress the bullets, and finally the national enthusiasm for the dedication of France reunited the fighting determination of the soldiers under their command.

Next to the airship, there were far more dragonfly-like planes than any previous one the officers and soldiers had seen; They roared from the sky like locusts in transit, and their numbers numbered at least hundreds. This time, the broad and clumsy three-winged Gotha bombers made up the vast majority; They had four 50kg aerial bombs hanging under their bellies. The power of all the drops is beyond the reach of even 350 mm heavy guns!

"Tank companies, attack the enemy line, PanzerVor!"

Under the neighing of gasoline engines, more than 200 chariots slowly drove out of the sheltered positions and rumbled towards the no-man's land in front of the positions of both sides. Unlike the Panzel I tanks in the previous border battles, there were more than 50 low-profile, high-angled vehicles with no turrets, and a new type of tank that was much thicker and longer than the 37mm gun. A large number of German infantry with flat-ended Mauser rifles followed closely behind these iron bumps, forming a long, loose array, and moving forward slowly but surely.

Armor whistling. The fighters roared, and the German offensive was like a stormy wave. Riding on the power of billions of megabytes, the thunder rushed towards the breakwater of the French position.

"Squeak!" With the sound of metal being bent and deformed, the German tanks ran over the barbed wire fence, which was already riddled with holes, and rumbled towards the French positions 400 meters away. Occasionally, bullets struck their steel bodies, making teeth-chilling sounds whipped across strings of sparks. However, compared to the normal world-class fortified defensive line, the French counterattack firepower was extremely messy and sparse; Not only could it not pose a threat to German tanks, but even the pure infantry charge of the German army could not stop it. The precision strike of nearly 900,000 artillery shells had blown all the fortifications on their front-line positions to resist the German attack; The no-man's land in front of the formation, which made both sides fear the abyss of hell, was easily crossed by the Germans!

Behind the tank number 027, German Private First Class Werner is following his company of chasers forward with a melee weapon, an MP-11 submachine gun, in tow. The air was filled with a thick smell of gunsmoke, faintly mixed with the smell of blood that was difficult to hide. Not long after he stepped onto the French position, he felt a burning sensation rush up from the soles of his shoes, so much so that the soles of his Prussian boots felt painful: this was the reason why the heat could not be dissipated in a short time after the extremely dense shelling had inflicted on the ground and the ground had been brutally plowed over. Driven by the conviction to capture Paris, however, Werner did not stagnate or flinch in the slightest; Under the cover of the tanks, he closely followed Paoze's team and swept through the collapsed trench fortress, trying to clear the resistance from the severely damaged defensive position.

Craters were everywhere, and flames were raging. During the five days of German artillery bombardment, the French forward positions had been reduced to rubble. The crumbling fortifications were either devoid of people or corpses, and flames leaped and licked from the billowing smoke as they continued to scorch the heat of the hot land. Werner had been pushing forward with his team for more than an hour without encountering any decent resistance. The only thing that made his advancing force uncomfortable was that there were so many craters on the ground that the tanks covering the infantry in front had to turn frequently, slowing down the advance for a considerable distance.

"Boom!" With the roar of two grenades, Werner and Robes captured another section of the collapsed communication trench. Several French soldiers who had resisted were blown to pieces, their red shirts soaked in red blood. Seeing that the advance was so smooth, Werner, who was collecting his guns in front of the corpses of the enemy soldiers, couldn't help but get excited. So far, his unit has advanced more than 3 kilometers on French positions; If this momentum continues, you will be able to reach Paris this afternoon! The city had been conquered by Prussian ancestors 42 years earlier, and the coronation of Wilhelm I in the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles raised the glory of the Germanic peoples. And today, Germany is on the verge of repeating that epic victory; And all the officers and soldiers who participated in this final offensive will be remembered and praised forever by future generations as heroes of the empire!

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"Werner, what do you think that's that?" Private Anton asked suspiciously by stabbing Werner in the ribs of the waist with the butt of his rifle, pointing his arm at the southwest sky. Werner looked up and saw more than a dozen hot air balloons rising from behind the French position, stretching and swaying in the air. He looked up and looked around, only to find that all the Fokker fighters on his side who were swooping and strafing wantonly in the sky were all gone at this moment; Even the Gotha I bomber, with three pairs of wide wings, has only about 20 left. And of the four 50kg aerial bombs rated to be mounted under their bellies, only one or two remained.

"Damn, it's an artillery observation balloon for the French!" Werner, who had been on the battlefield for more than two months, reacted instantly and couldn't help but say loudly. At the beginning of the war, the French artillery originally had a large number of hot air balloons for calibrating artillery firing; However, under the strafing fire of the German fighters, they were all beaten into a ball of fire in the air by the spinner bullets. Since the end of the border campaign, Werner has not seen such a conspicuous air target in red, white and blue, so much so that he has subconsciously forgotten that the French would have such a technological weapon; And when these balloons appeared in front of his eyes again, Warnerden reacted to the horror and carnage it would bring!

"Hide!" The majestic voice of the commander of the hunter company suddenly sounded on the battlefield. Werner and a hundred lightly armed hunters quickly crouched into the nearest craters and trenches, covering their ears tightly and growing their mouths. After a while, a series of terrible screams came from far to near, and in a moment it was imminent; Before Werner could adjust to an optimal position, a thunderous explosion instantly rang in his ears!

"Boom!" There was a huge thunder and a huge earthquake, and the air waves were rushing, and Rao is Werner was already lying in the crater, and he still felt a hot burning pain in his back; Coupled with the blazing soil on the front, Wernerden, who was ironed back and forth, let out a cry of pain. A sphirring bolt of shrapnel swept past his left cheek, splattering a bewitching blood-red flower. Seeing the faintly reddened shrapnel nailed into the dirt in the crater, the tail still trembling slightly in the air; Wernerden was covered in a cold sweat!

However, not everyone has the same good fortune as Werner. The French large-caliber shells rained down wantonly, setting off a bloody storm of death in the attacking German ranks. More than 100 German officers and soldiers didn't even have time to snort, and they were blown apart by the raging high temperature and high pressure air waves, and died on the spot. The two tanks were hit by shells, and they exploded like watermelons, and molten metal and colorful debris flew into the sky in all directions. After more than two months of humiliation of the French, the Germans themselves finally tasted the heavy bombardment of heavy artillery. (To be continued......)

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