At 55 rue Saint-Aulorle, at the entrance of the Élysée Palace, a long line of trucks was preparing, surrounded by sandbags and barrels poking out of the middle, so that the seat of the French high administration, which was once full of majesty, was replaced by barbarism and brutality, and became the temporary headquarters of the coalition forces. (Full text reading, all in. (.i. Want. Wen. Learning Network)

Standing at the window, looking at the soldiers who were loading things onto the truck, the bespectacled, unkempt General Joseph Gallieni let out a long sigh.

This was not the war he wanted to fight, and although he said he wanted to defend Paris, he didn't want the big city that carried the essence of all of Europe to be reduced to ruins.

Paris is so important, it is the heart of France, it is the symbol of France, it concentrates 40% of the industry and agriculture of the whole country, and to lose it means that France has lost its soul.

Although there were 1.3 million British and French troops on the entire defense line at the beginning of the war, although he reluctantly opened the buildings on the outskirts of the city as a defensive line, fought with the Germans for a street and a building, and held on for nearly a month, he finally had to give up.

There is really no way to continue to hold on, a full 400,000 coalition soldiers paid for the city's lives, plus the Alpine defense line around Lorraine, a total of about 500,000 soldiers were sacrificed, and if you add the border battle, the total loss of British and French troops in three months is more than 800,000!

In this case, it would be a torment for both the soldiers and the people to hold on, because this is Paris, and the Germans can wantonly bombard with artillery and airships, while they are tied up, always thinking about protecting the city, and dare not let go completely.

For this matter, the commander of the British Expeditionary Force, General John French, has come to him many times, hoping to relax more restrictions, and with the damned Germans bombarding day and night, I am afraid that the British will not be willing to support this meat grinder war if it continues.

Hundreds of thousands of young people have paid for it one after another, and suddenly it is a little sorry to say that they are in heaven, but their sacrifice is not worthless, and the Germans have also paid a heavy price for it, although they are the attackers, and have more artillery and machine guns, but at least more than 250,000 soldiers have to lose.

With Versailles still in French hands, this meant that the Germans could not concentrate on continuing to go deeper, and after the government moved to Bordeaux, it had set up a defensive line along Rennes, Le Mans, Orleans and Dijon, and a month allowed the government enough time to recruit troops from the various colonies, according to the previous telegram, more than 600,000 troops had gathered on this defensive line, plus 200,000 British support, the defensive line had been basically arranged, as long as the remaining 500,000 near Paris were brought back, Then the total number of troops will surpass that of Germany.

The important thing is that this month of resistance gave the rear enough time to copy the German tanks, and according to General French, the first imitation tanks are already being tested, and in more than half a month, they will go off the production line one after another.

The Americans on the other side of the Atlantic also quietly helped, and the British had already surveyed and mapped the tank drawings to the United States, and ordered 5,000 in one go, plus the 75-mm cannon drawings provided by the French government, and in more than half a year, the French soldiers who lacked cannons and machine guns before the war would have weapons comparable to those of Germany.

This is the real reason why he insisted on this defensive battle, which was criticized by many, to consume the German army!

It's ridiculous that Xia Fei, who was stubborn and self-serving, only knew good food, had a suspicious personality, and was cunning like a hillbilly at that time, even put forward the theory of non-resistance, and wanted to hand over Paris intact to Germany, and then retreated in great strides.

What an idiot, if he had followed his approach, the German tanks would have chased the army's ass all the way south, and I am afraid that even Marseille and Bordeaux would not be able to save it.

"After I go back this time, I'm afraid I'll have to face that bastard again, and I really don't know how to deal with him." Thinking of this, Galieni straightened his glasses, and his heart was also bitter, to be honest, he was unwilling to participate in this kind of intrigue, this was a war that required the concentration of all French forces!

He sighed, picked up the somewhat dirty hat on the table, patted it lightly, grabbed it in the palm of his hand and walked downstairs, retreating is not to let go of his legs and run, it requires precise planning, and in the case of dawn in two hours, he must go and discuss it with General French again.

But when he walked to the door, the door was suddenly knocked open, and the adjutant in a hurry did not notice that there was someone behind the door, and in a hurry knocked away Gallieni's general's hat, so frightened that he quickly picked it up and handed it to the general.

"What's the matter?" Gallieni would never reproach his subordinates for making mistakes accidentally, and asked kindly after taking the hat.

"General, Notre Dame is occupied by the Germans!"

"What!"

How is it possible that Gallieni's eyes are all falling? Notre-Dame is on the banks of the Seine, in the center of Paris, fifteen kilometers from the line of defense, and even shells can't hit there, how could the Germans appear?

Has the defense line been breached?

Before the chill in Gallieni's heart came out, the adjutant was anxious to shake his head and said, "General, it seems that it is only a small army, and the number is about seventy or eighty. ※※※※※I ※ I ※ ※

"Oh."

Hearing the adjutant say this, Gallieni couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly shouted nervously: "Sanchez, you just said they took it? ”

"Notre Dame, what's wrong General?"

"Damn it!"

"Gather our troops in the vicinity, get there at once, we must destroy them all!" Gallieni did not have time to answer the words of the adjutant, because now in Paris he is the only one who knows what is in Notre-Dame, and the sudden appearance of the Germans in a cathedral of little military value, tarnishing the faith, must have been for those things!

Gallieni rushed to the nearest truck, and a large number of soldiers, beckoned by the adjutants, began to climb into the car, and in a moment a thousand soldiers were gathered and hurried towards Notre-Dame.

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"Second shift, change the barrel!"

Kai Shaowei shouted violently, and after firing a few rounds in the back of the drum, he suddenly pulled back the heavy "flower cat" from the window, and the machine gun squad next to him heard his shout, and immediately stepped forward to take his place to ensure that there would be no gaps in the fire.

Different from the water-cooled machine gun, the Huamao light machine gun needs to change a barrel every 400 rounds, not that it can't be used if it is not replaced, but it is too hot, if it continues to fight, the accuracy will be difficult to guarantee, and in serious cases, there will be an explosion.

Seeing that Ji Shaowei was holding the Huamao light machine gun and pulling the tenon at the front end of the gun body hard, the sub-machine gunner, who had already wrapped his palm with a thick cloth, immediately grabbed the barrel and pulled it out hard, and then grabbed the prepared barrel, stuffed it into the center of the hollow heat sink and twisted it hard, and with the sound of the jam, the barrel was already loaded.

From shouting to changing, the whole process only lasted half a minute.

After changing the barrel, Ji Shaowei finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, picked up a drum and reloaded it, patted the machine gunner who took his place, reoccupied his position, and aimed at the enemy in the distance.

No one expected that the French army would come so much that in just one hour, seven drums were knocked out of each machine gun, and although they set off with a lot of extra ammunition, it is really hard to say whether they can eat until dawn if they continue to consume like this.

"Four o'clock, rapid-fire cannon!"

As soon as he knocked down a few French soldiers who were probes, he heard shouts from behind him, and turned his head to see more than a dozen French soldiers in front of Notre-Dame Cathedral pushing two 47mm Haqikes rapid-fire guns against the corner of the wall on the right.

This scene made everyone's backs suddenly cold, it is no joke to be targeted by rapid-fire guns, if there is a big poisonous snake that can penetrate the wall, it may be able to bomb the other party immediately, but the 762mm bullet of the flower cat is not the opponent of the rapid-fire cannon at all.

"Grenadier."

On the roof of the building, Wen Xiu also saw the rapid-fire cannon and immediately beckoned to the back.

Several Nighthawks, who were sniping on the right, immediately carried two iron pipes as thick as arms, with a front sight above and a trigger below.

The two Nighthawks were half-crouching, relying on the corner of the building to cover, and after carrying the iron pipe on their shoulders, the companions on the side immediately pulled out two small rockets with heads like conical mallets and four retractable wings on their tails from the canvas sacs, twisted the safety and gently stuffed them in, and after loading, they slapped their partner's steel helmet fiercely, and suddenly covered their ears and lowered their heads.

Nighthawk, who was the first to prepare, sensed a slap on the head, and immediately pressed the two rapid-fire guns that were dragging against the wall into the crosshairs, and then pulled the trigger fiercely.

With a bang, I saw a long orange-red tail flame erupting from behind the iron pipe, and the nighthawk couldn't hold it anymore because of the huge force, and he jumped up sharply in front of him, almost sitting on the ground, but fortunately the scorching fire had rushed out of the pipe at this time, and this beating would no longer affect the accuracy.

Like an orange-red lightning, the small cone-shaped rocket flew in front of the rapid-fire cannon, although it did not hit the cannon, but it hit the wall, only to see the fierce and dazzling firelight, the outer wall covering the rapid-fire cannon collapsed abruptly, burying the two rapid-fire guns and more than a dozen soldiers who had been involved in the explosion and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

This scene made the machine gunners in the two towers shout excitedly, and after solving the big danger, they can finally wreak havoc on the French soldiers charging on foot again!

Wen Xiu also opened his mouth, although he also tested this big guy who got his hands when he set off at sea when he came, but the explosion of a rocket at sea and hitting a house at close range are fundamentally different things, and the power of the explosion even he was a little dumbfounded.

The companion next to him who was a step late had to close the insurance depressedly, who made himself slow? The first result of the bazooka actual battle was given to his comrades.

The grenadier who fired waved his fist excitedly, to the surprise of Wenxiu and Nighthawk, this guy rubbed his face a few times with his face, he already loved this big guy to death!

Iron Fist 1 40mm bazooka, is one of the equipment that the equipment department has just made, and the storm light machine gun, this thing has just been obtained by the night hawk before departure, according to Tang Xiao's words, the emperor is taking the opportunity to let Wenxiu be a guinea pig.

But with this power, being a guinea pig is worth it!

In fact, rocket technology Li Mo has been engaged in for a long time, it belongs to the confidential project of Huaxin Laboratory, and the primary product is the bazooka in front of him, although the 80mm recoilless gun has been made, but because it is still not light enough, it is very inconvenient for special forces such as Nighthawk to use, and they urgently need powerful and light offensive weapons, so they began to let Tang Xiao start to develop lightweight and easy-to-carry rockets.

In these years, the primary rocket technology was not an advanced commodity, and the main keys were fuzes, conical charges, stabilized tails and rapid-ignition large inference propellants.

Unlike the high-end goods used in the United States in the future, which are usually wrapped in the transmitter canister and can be used when needed, Emperor Li, a pirate maniac in later generations, naturally chose the sentence "RP in hand, I have it in the world!" "The famous guerrilla offensive weapon.

Think about it, the black uncles with cigarettes in their capes and RPs aimed at the black eagles are so chic!

Now, of course, it's the Nighthawk who is dashing.

"Dog's day, rub your face, what's wrong!" Wen Xiu turned his head, ignoring this really speechless comrade-in-arms, and leaned his cheek on the scope, searching for a target worthy of his shot.

When the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the road that was exposed behind the large hole torn open by the iron fist, the pupils suddenly shrank into a cold star.

The driver was startled by the violent explosion ahead, and he slammed on the brakes, and the creaking of tires against the road was particularly harsh even in the dense gunfire and explosions.

Gallieni, who was sitting in the wheelhouse, was also stunned by the explosion just now, and stupidly watched as a large hole was knocked into the wall, and the soldiers were drowned in explosions and bricks before they could even shout.

The Germans brought in artillery ?!

During the sudden braking, Galieni almost flew out of the front window, but finally helped to hold on to the daredevil, who was too late to scold the driving, and immediately opened the door and rushed down.

In order to broaden his vision, he ran to the other side of the street despite the danger, but when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he suddenly gasped.

I saw that the dense red bullets in the darkness shuttled back and forth between the streets and Notre Dame, denser than the torrential rain! The explosions and fires brought by the grenades came one after another, and what made his eyes glow red was that the bodies of the charging French soldiers had been piled up into a hill due to the narrowness of the streets!

What was fatal to the soldiers was the machine gun position located on the bell tower in the front, which was not only high below zero, but also as many as four or five, which made him extremely dumbfounded, the Germans brought in a cannon was already considered against the sky, and also brought at least five Maxim machine guns, how did they get in?

The battle-hardened Gallerien discovered the problem almost immediately, because the streets were narrow and lacked heavy firepower, so the German machine guns could easily reach all the streets on all sides, and in order to solve the problem, it was necessary to storm the downstairs of Notre-Dame.

"Drive, rush over!"

Without thinking about it, Gallieni ordered the first two trucks that had just unloaded the soldiers to drive, and he didn't even care about the corpses of his own soldiers in front of him, or it would be a major blow to morale to deal with this handful of enemies!

Looking at the dense rain of bullets, the French truckers swallowed their saliva and slammed on the accelerator, while Galieni immediately ordered everyone to use the truck body as a cover for an assault.

The rumbling sound of car engines caught the attention of the two grenadiers, and when the two trucks came out of the corner, the freshly filled rockets flew over.

The flaming tail flame, like the long tail of a meteor, rushed towards the truck like a sharp sword with a conical high-explosive warhead, and by the time Gallieni and the soldiers hiding behind the truck saw it, it was too late.

Boom.

Two violent explosions sounded, the first truck due to the rush, the rocket only hit the rear of the car, so it was still rushing forward, but the second car was unlucky, the rocket directly drilled into the cab, the violent explosion also ignited the gasoline tank, the exploded fuel tank rolled all the French soldiers within more than ten meters around.

Before Gallieni could figure out how the German soldiers had pulled the two cannons to the roof, a third "cannonball" with flames had been fired, this time hitting the first truck with precision, turning it into a ball of fire.

Dozens of French soldiers who had lost the cover of the trucks were desperately fleeing, but they could no longer compare to Kai Shaowei's light machine guns, and after a few shots, they knocked down these unprotected soldiers who did not know how to dodge.

"Damn it, save people!"

Looking at the soldiers who were caught up in flames after the fuel tank of the second truck was blown up, Gallieni even forgot about his own safety, and flew off his military uniform and rushed forward, hoping to help the soldiers put out the flames on their bodies.

"Come closer."

In the darkness, Wen Xiu's cheek was pressed against the butt of the gun, and the cross star passed through the middle of the large hole brought out by the first rocket, aiming at the French general who was undressing and preparing to help the soldiers put out the fire, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Closer."

Galieni had already rushed to the side of the soldiers, waving his uniform vigorously to put out the fire.

"You should not come, because Our Lady is called in heaven."

After helping the first soldier, Galieni walked a few more meters, ready to extinguish the flames on the second soldier.

"Close your eyes!"

When the habitual muttering ended, the finger that was on the trigger was suddenly buckled, and the good general in the camera who was brave and cherished the soldier was like a puppet doll that was hit, after the blood flashed on his neck, the right hand holding the military uniform was so frozen in the air, and after a long time, his head was thrown back, and his neck was split as if it was separated.

Wen Xiu didn't know who he hit, but the French troops who came with truck support were obviously in disarray, more than a dozen soldiers snatched back the corpses with bullets, and the rest froze, not knowing whether to continue the attack or retreat immediately.

"Leopard!"

"Assault!"

The chaotic scene made Wenxiu see the opportunity, and after pointing to the street in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral to his partner downstairs, the originally closed door of the Notre Dame Cathedral suddenly cracked, and more than a dozen black shadows rushed out like lightning, all of them bowed, their movements were flexible, and when they ran, they were not in a straight line, but left and right, quickly rushing through the street, using rocks and walls as cover, making it difficult for people to aim.

The sudden rush of the enemy confused the French soldiers, but by the time they raised their guns, a rain of bullets had already arrived in front of them.

The wide and uncovered road, which turned the French soldiers into ice cubes under the scorching sun, melted in front of a dozen submachine guns, the Santos people were stunned, when did Germany be equipped with machine guns that soldiers could carry with them?

"Retreat, retreat!"

In the desperate shouting of Santos, these French soldiers who came to support suddenly lost their fighting spirit, not to mention that General Gallieni was still hit by a "stray bullet" in front of their eyes, and his life and death were unknown.

The assault teams that broke out of Notre-Dame had a good effect, and the submachine guns showed their unparalleled power in close quarters, and after driving away reinforcements, they quickly cleared out the remnants of the enemy in the other streets under the guidance of snipers.

The sound of gunfire that had been temporarily diluted made Wen Xiu and everyone breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the sky, a trace of fish white had already risen from the sky, just as he was about to re-ask the nighthawks to adjust the already somewhat scattered defensive line, suddenly