"Alice, 11 o'clock on the left, opposing infantry position, shooting!" Wren commanded loudly as he saw the opponent's firing point in the commander's lookout goggles.

Without the slightest hesitation, Alice's heading machine gun rang out, and the unique sound of the German machine gun "Accardo Saw" tearing linen rang out, and tracer bullets hit the French positions one after another, and several French soldiers were blurred by the machine guns and fell down.

After the Germans cut off the supply lines of the Anglo-French forces, the Panzer Corps began to expand on both flanks, Rommel's 7th Panzer Corps began to charge north towards Dunkirk, while Guderian's 1st Panzer Corps moved south to occupy the French town of Amiens.

In order to ensure the safety of Amiens, the 3rd SS Panzer Division crossed the Somme and launched an attack on Forte, France, and soon the fragile French 10th Panzer Army completely collapsed.

Just a few hours earlier, the vanguard of the 3rd SS Panzer Division had captured the city of Pois, and Rennes' 1st Panzer Battalion, which was at the vanguard of the Panzer Corps, was engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the French at a small freight railway station on the outskirts.

A French tank burst out of the corner and fired a shot at the Tiger, but due to the timing of the aim, the shell only hit a few meters away from the Tiger tank, and did nothing but kick up a cloud of black dirt.

The No. 113 Tiger tank is not a paper tiger, it is one of the most dangerous trump cards in the German armored forces, and André, as a gunner, naturally will not let go of this poor French S35 tank, and unceremoniously lifted the turret of this French tank.

The hit French tank burst into flames, obscuring the Germans' view, but the problem soon disappeared as the German tank units quickly crossed the wreckage.

The French soldiers at this station resisted very stubbornly, as if they had been ordered to hold on to this place, but their own strength could not compete with the Germans, and the French army, with only a small number of tanks and anti-tank guns, was defeated by a large number of German tanks.

"André, about 900 meters ahead, a French B1 tank is firing and killing it!" Seeing that Alice had already dealt with the threat at close range, Wren commanded loudly again.

"Boom!" The powerful 88 mm cannon of the Tiger tank let out a deafening roar, and the shell flew straight towards the target, piercing the front armor plate of the poor B1 tank in one breath, tearing the 75 mm caliber short-barreled infantry gun on one side, and carrying a torrent of metal flying everywhere through the hull, instantly beating the soldiers inside into a state of thousands of holes.

"Hit the target!" Wren shouted loudly: "Bowman, reverse and move position! Andrey, 10 o'clock on the port side, an anti-tank gun! Rotate the turret! Bruce, grenade loading." ”

The sound of the motor was heard, and the turret of the Tiger tank began to spin at high speed. Wren followed the turret and continued to order loudly: "Alice, the front is handed over to you, fire suppression and shooting." ”

"I'm firing!" Alice's voice came through the headphones. As she spoke, the hull-clad heading machine gun erupted again, and a moving French soldier was immediately enveloped in white smoke that flew to the side.

A French anti-tank gun shell hit the frontal armor of the turret of the Tiger tank, and with a crisp sound, the warhead was ejected into the sky. France's woeful 47mm anti-tank guns were inadequate against the Leopards, let alone the more heavily armored Tigers.

"I'm already aiming at it!" shouted Andrei.

The regressing hull of the Tiger suddenly stopped, and the good shock absorption system allowed the tank to stabilize the body with only a slight shake, and then after less than a second of gap, the Tiger opened fire again.

"Boom!" The No. 113 car group, which has been tempered repeatedly, has cooperated perfectly, similar to 100 shots. A shell hit the anti-tank gun less than half a meter away, directly kicking up patches of dirt and bursting into dazzling flames.

The shrapnel and rolled up rubble from the grenades directly sieveed the seven or eight French soldiers behind the anti-tank guns, one of whom fell to the ground with a bloody face, while the other hung motionless on the anti-tank gun.

With the explosion of this shell, the French soldiers seemed to have lost the will to resist and began to retreat backwards on a large scale, and many French soldiers were hit by German bullets as soon as they climbed out of the foxhole, and a battle instantly turned into a massacre.

Two French soldiers crawled out of the foxhole with their rifles and fled, and soon the German machine guns came in, and the bullet pierced the body of one of the French soldiers, who trembled and fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth, muffling his shouts.

Another French soldier turned around and saw his comrade on the ground, and quickly raised his hands to signal that he had surrendered, but the opponent's machine gun did not stop at all, and a volley of bullets swept past him, piercing his lungs and heart.

"Retreat!" a French officer had just given the order to his men to retreat when he was shot in the head by a heading machine gun in front of the vicious Tiger tank opposite, and the bullet pierced his strange steel helmet through his forehead, carrying his brains through the back, splashing the faces of the French soldiers beside him.

The French soldier was so frightened by the sight that he was in a daze that the wide tracks of the Tiger tank had already crushed him, and the huge hull rumbled like an ancient beast, driving past him with a terrifying momentum.

Before he could come to his senses, the machine gun of another Leopard tank on the side had already been aimed, and in just a moment, several bullets had pierced his lungs, pinning his whole person to the trench, dragging a long trail of blood to the bottom of the trench, never to breathe again.

"Good fight! Alice!" Wren complimented loudly, "Keep up the shooting rhythm! Don't let them notice you're loading." Andrew, over the guard platform, I suspect there's a French tank there. ”

"Wren calls Tank 112! Marcus, cover my tail direction! I have a limited field of view, and there may be a French soldier who has slipped through the net. Wren pressed the intercom and called to Marcus following him on the side of the tank.

Marcus's voice paused for a moment before coming through the headphones, "Don't worry! But you'd better leave me a tank or something! I don't have a record today!"

Wren's current Tiger tank can be regarded as the most distinctive in the German army, first of all, the shape of this tank is not the same as the Leopard tank with the most equipment of the German armored forces, and secondly, the barrel of this No. 113 tank is densely outlined with that dazzling record.

A full 5 thick white lines surround the barrel, which means that this tank has destroyed 50 enemy tanks, and there are three thin lines above these thick lines, indicating that not counting the 2 French tanks it destroyed just now, this Tiger tank has slaughtered 53 opponents, such a terrible record, it is not too much to say that this Tiger tank is a tank killer.

As the Tiger tank moved, an ambushed French tank appeared on the other side of the platform, but the hatch on the turret of this tank was open, and the hatch in the driver's position was also open, and the turret pointed at a strange angle, which did not seem to ambush the German opponent.

"I'm Lieutenant Wren of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion, and I've found a French tank that might have been abandoned! Wren put his hand on Andrei's shoulder, signaling him not to open fire yet, and the Tiger stopped where it was, pointing its black muzzle at the French tank not far away.

Soon, several German grenadiers with guns approached the French tank under the cover of the German tank, and a soldier who was walking in front climbed up cleanly after a few clicks, then looked inside and made a gesture into the distance.

"Safety! is an abandoned tank. Wren pressed Andrei's hand down, and the turret of the Tiger tank shifted slightly and continued to point in the direction of the greatest threat.

"Don't shoot! we surrender!" shouted a Frenchman not far away. Then a French soldier with a white flag came out, followed by a second, a third.

The battle soon subsided, and hundreds of French soldiers walked out of the corners of the carriage not far away, with their hands raised. They stared at the dirty-looking German tanks, and the German grenadiers with cigarettes and guns next to the tanks.

"Call the battalion headquarters! Call the battalion headquarters! Here is the 1st Tank Company, we occupied this station with the grenadiers, and captured about 92 soldiers and 3 officers, and there was a captain. Wren poked his head out of the tank's turret, stared at the frustrated Frenchmen, and pressed the intercom.

"This is the camp headquarters! Now you can camp on the spot. In the headphones, the voice of the battalion commander came.

The corners of Wren's mouth lifted, he dropped his headphones, leaned against the canopy of the tank, and watched a few German grenadiers with G43 rifles not far away searching the bodies of the surrendered French soldiers.

At the battalion headquarters, the battalion commander had already grabbed the walkie-talkie and reported the latest engagement to the division headquarters: "Division headquarters, I am the 1st Battalion of the 1st Armored Regiment, and just 2 minutes ago, we fully captured Powa. That's right, now we are the closest troops to Paris. ”