Fragments of gunfire were heard, continuing to tease the sandbags on the trenches. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Colonel shouted: "No order, don't shoot!"

Killing a dense enemy army with a salvo and then entering a bayonet battle to defend the position was a tried-and-true last resort tactic.

The well-trained Prussian army imitated the colonel's practice, with their backs to the trenches, crouching at the bottom, holding their bayonet rifles in both hands, holding their breath and waiting for the decisive battle.

But this time, the colonel heard a strange noise. The sound of "click" and "click" was continuous, like a tree being broken at the waist.

The earth began to tremble, a roar pierced the eardrums, and the trench against the colonel's back began to tremble as if the earth's crust was about to crack.

The colonel turned in disbelief and tiptoed, poking his head out of the trench.

Before he could see clearly, a huge shadow invaded the trench, obscuring the sunlight overhead. The Colonel fell to his back in fear, and he saw a huge barrel of a cannon across his field of vision. Then, two huge wheels of tracks roared up the trench, and after flattening the piles of sandbags, the tracks went straight over the trenches, and the wide underside covered the colonel, so that his sun was completely obscured, and the world was pitch black.

The steam crawler drove over the trenches with ease, slowly rotating the turrets like water scoops, firing their guns slowly, methodically destroying the pillboxes on the positions. Every time the 56mm gun was pushed back by the recoil, the speed of the chariot was stagnant, and the carefully built pillboxes in the distance were immediately stripped of their roofs, blown apart, bricks crumbled, stumps scattered all over the sky, and screams were endless.

Fortunately, because the huge tracks are almost as high as the turret, the steam chariot looks like a sea crab, and the main body appears low, so the turret can only bombard the target in front of it, and cannot turn 360 degrees, so the Prussian army behind the steam chariot is safe.

Colonel Calad shouted, "Attack!"

The tide of Prussian troops crawled out of the trenches and fired overwhelmingly at the French troops who came up with them. People were constantly being shot and thrown into the trenches, and the sound of bayonets entering flesh came and went.

Suddenly, the turret of the steam chariot was lifted, and a tankman got out, grabbed the triple-barreled machine gun on the turret, and began to strafe the ant-like enemy troops. One tanker was knocked out, and the other emerged from the tank, grabbed the machine gun, and swept in circles. The machine gun is attached to the turret with a slide rail, allowing for all-angle fire.

The gunfire was as dense as a torrential rain. The colonel finally understood Marshal Karl's intention in ordering the planting of explosives.

"Where's the reserves!!, detonate the explosives for me!" shouted the colonel, grabbing the herald.

The herald hurriedly ran to the rear, and before he could take a few steps, he was shot in the knee by a machine gun. His calf flew up like a boomerang, the blood from his arteries pulling into a string of red pearls in the air, and the herald fell to the ground, turned around and hugged half of his thigh, screaming heartbreakingly.

A steam chariot drove straight towards the wounded soldier. The herald stepped back with his hands on the ground, his eyes wide open in horror, and he screamed in vain. The last thing he saw was a huge track that took over the entire view.

Then his whole body disappeared under the tracks, and his body was pressed into the mud. The tracks were opened, leaving beautiful patterns on the dirt, and the herald's body was not yet wide tracked.

Colonel Callad clutched his bayonet, gasping violently in the trenches, and his mind was flooded with rage. Standing at the top of the position, he looked around and saw the overwhelming French army climbing the hill like ants, and he himself was like a lone surfer, suddenly surrounded by waves in blue uniforms.

Because Calard wore a medal of pride, the French tried to capture him alive when he was pointed at seven or eight rifles.

"Lay down your arms!" the blue-skinned men shouted in rudimentary German, "Lay down your arms!"

Colonel Carred looked around and reached for his pistol at his waist.

"Bang, bang!" Seven or eight guns burst into flames at the same time, and Colonel Carlad was beaten into a sieve. He shook it, glanced down at the battered military uniform, reached out to hold the medal on his chest, and the man fell into the trench.

Suddenly, seven or eight tongues of fire erupted in the position, and several steam chariots that rushed in front of them were blown up to the ground, some of their tracks broke and lay crooked on the trenches, and some were covered in flames, still galloping, and there were constantly screaming flame figures crawling out of the turrets, shaking and falling off the chariots. Three seconds later, the ammunition depot exploded, and the vehicle's turret was lifted off, crashing to the ground, smashing a corpse.

The screaming French ran wildly through the positions, furious chains of command were conveyed layer upon layer, and finally all the steam chariots stopped crushing. The French skirmishers began to advance, and under the cover of steam chariot fire, they swept the position inch by inch, and shot the stubborn Prussian troops with precision.

The chariot stopped behind the infantry line, the turret turned slightly, and the occasional firing of a cannon shook the body. Its firepower was enough to humiliate the bunker, and the Prussian army had no power to fight back.

Subsequently, several more sparks of explosion erupted from the position. But with little success, not a single tank was blown up again.

Seven chariots were scrapped on the position, and the flames were raging, and from time to time there were subsequent explosions, and fragments and human bones flew like a rain of flames. The French army was far away from the ruins, lest they injure themselves by mistake.

On 21 July, the fourth Prussian position fell, and the village of Prade was in front of it, within easy reach.

After declaring war and crossing the river, the French army advanced 100 kilometers in three days, and no one could stop it.

At the same time, 219 tracked chariots brought by Fran the Great were reassembled in Strass Fortress. In order to expand the results of the battle, the 3rd Panzer Division was immediately given combat duty, and the target was the village of Prader. Just wait for the sappers to strengthen the bridge.

Fran the Great personally commanded the battle, which greatly boosted the morale and joy of the French army.

The news of the Prussian army's defeat quickly reached Wiener, making Frederick nervous. Although the Prussian army did not bow their heads and ask for help, Frederick could hardly sit still.

If the Prussian army loses the battle for Prade, the defeated 1st Army will lose its ability to snipe the French, and Frankfurt will be left unprotected under the iron hooves of tracked chariots.

Although he did not move, Frederick was already suffering.

The president hasn't slept soundly for days. Until the arrival of a man.

"216 members of the Silver Knights, who have come to receive the new modifications. Otto hugged his helmet and saluted like Frederick with a blank face.

Frederick saw his brother's straight face, his heart was inexplicably relaxed, he hurriedly went over to hug him, and then shook his shoulder and shouted, "Long time no see", seeing that Otto was still expressionless, he realized that this was a public place, so he had to cough and ask officially: "Where is Lancelot?"

He recruited the musketeers of his vassals to form the Bafarian Front, about 20,000 men, and was training them in co-operation. Otto looked at his brother and whispered, "Miss Felia has mentioned the awakened prophet in her letter. She fears that Vincent will covet your status, and it just so happens that I have the same idea. ”

Frederick's heart warmed to the knowledge that his wife and brother were looking after his back.

"Benefits and risks go hand in hand. Vincent certainly coveted my position as much as I coveted his skills. He sneered softly, then pressed his brother's shoulder armor, looked up and down, and said appreciatively, "You have grown taller." Go home and have dinner, and Filia will be amazed. ”

"Has my sister grown taller?" said Otto.

"She's grown up. Frederick patted him on the back.