The street fighting in Amiens continued, the Germans and the French fought fiercely in the city, the German army had lost about 500 soldiers in a few hours of fighting, but they still could not occupy all of Amiens, the French soldiers were not well trained, and the shortcomings of the single combat ability were exposed in the street fighting, and the German soldiers were able to rely on sneak attacks and ambushes to kill these French opponents who did not know how to fight in the streets in most cases.

Three hours into the battle, at ten o'clock in the morning, a car was overturned by a shell in the dilapidated city of Amiens, not because the German artillery had a lot of shots, but simply because the people in the car were so unlucky.

A few French soldiers around soon spotted the unlucky guy who had overturned on the ground, and more than a dozen French soldiers stood in the middle of the road to watch, holding their rifles, their eyes full of indifference and helplessness. Just over 100 meters from here, it was already a German defensive position.

"Why don't you hurry up and save people?" a French company commander approached and gave orders to his men. Soon everyone gathered around and opened the door of the car, which was already a little twisted and deformed. The doors were full of holes pierced by shell fragments, and it looked like the people in the car were unlucky.

However, because of the commander's order, the French soldiers were still very dedicated to saving their compatriots. They found the driver of the car dead, as at least three pieces of shrennel had hit the hapless guy in the abdomen and chest. But perhaps because of good luck, the person in the back seat of the car was less injured.

Soon, a French officer, covered in blood, was dragged out of the car by the soldiers, clutching his stomach, where he seemed to have been injured by something. The man looked a little confused, and behind him, the soldier pulled another man out of the car, who was obviously much younger than the wounded, but whose face was pale and looked frightened.

A new round of shelling soon began, shells flying overhead and exploding in the streets not far away, shattering shattered glass from nearby buildings. The French infantry did not dare to watch any longer, and they fled to a nearby courtyard with two men on their feet.

Passing through some broken courtyard walls, the group of French infantrymen carried two men to a small three-story building that had collapsed in half, and there was supposed to be a local living in it before the war, because the average person could not afford to live in a three-story mansion.

The phone rang in the room, and the company commander motioned for the soldiers to put the wounded down, then grabbed the phone and said: "This is the headquarters of the 2nd Company...... What the?...... The Germans have advanced another 50 meters, and there are two buildings between them and us?"

He was a little annoyed, and shouted loudly: "What do you want me to use to fight back? My company has been here since two hours ago, and it has not rested until now! We have lost 31 people without any replenishment, and we are short of bullets and medicines, so what can I use to organize an attack?"

Throwing the telephone receiver on the table, and then angrily picking it up and hanging it back on the telephone, the French company commander reluctantly began to deploy the mission. He pointed to one of the squad leaders who was following him and said, "You lead the remaining seven men of the squad to that building! If the Germans rush in, you must repel them." ”

"Yes!" the squad leader saluted, then walked out of the room with a soldier.

"The rest of the 2 platoon, here to organize the defensive line. Watching his men walk out of the house, the company commander continued to speak to another person.

"Sir, the German snipers will inflict more casualties on us!" the platoon commander said with some reluctance: "We can only hold out for another half an hour at most to organize a defense there." ”

"Then hold on for another half an hour!" the company commander slapped the table and said angrily: "What can I do?

"Yes!" the platoon commander nodded, and walked out with a few people.

About 3,000 French soldiers had been killed in Amiens, and at least 2,000 more had been captured by the Germans. However, taking advantage of the terrain, the French destroyed two German No. 3 assault guns and killed a Leopard tank.

The headquarters quickly fell silent, and the company commander looked at the young man and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"......" The young officer shook his head and did not speak.

"And which unit are you?" the French company commander found a broken bed full of miscellaneous items and sat down. At the foot of the bed lay the body of a French soldier, shot in the abdomen, looking dead for some time. He didn't seem to take the disgusting corpse in his eyes, and wanted to make small talk at this time.

Because of his nervousness, the young man dressed as an officer thought for a long time and organized the language, but as soon as he raised his head and wanted to speak, a shell smashed right in the middle of the courtyard. Waves of air blew into the house, carrying rubble and gravel with them, making it impossible to breathe for a moment. There was a buzzing in his ears, and I don't know how long it took for the whole room to be quiet, and the French company commander slapped the dust on his body twice with his hand.

"Ahem!" the company commander picked up the frightened young officer from the ground: "Is anyone still alive? Answer me! Check the damage! Hurry up!"

He looked at the elderly British officer lying on the ground, who had only one breath left, and now he had lost his breath of life after the explosion just now. He went over and touched the body, and pulled out blood-stained papers and some banknotes.

......

Wren stared at Alice, waiting for Alice's answer. The minutes passed like this, until Alice spoke. She cried and said, "I don't want to kill people, I don't want you to get hurt! I'm just scared now! I'm really scared! I don't know what to do......

Wren's hand shook, and the dagger disappeared into the palm of his hand. He held out his hand to Alice, "If you really want to survive on the front lines, then come with me! ”

Alice was stunned for a moment, and then put her hand in Wren's hand, and as soon as Wren used force, she pulled Alice off the stone, and then Wren held her with her hand to let her land safely. The two of them ran to Amiens one after the other.

They passed a group of grenadiers who had retreated from the front line to recuperate, covered in dust and some with blood, their faces covered in filthy debris, and only a pair of deep eyes could tell that they were still alive. The soldiers sat on the side of the road with their guns in their hands, and only one soldier in charge of standing guard saluted Wren.

"See them?" said Wren as he walked forward, "these people are also people, they have been sent here from all over Germany, and if we don't kill people, if we don't try to kill, if we don't kill people with all our strength, then we will die here forever, just like those who were killed." ”

Wren walked over to the bodies of the two killed French soldiers, who had just piled them up and collapsed on a corner of the block. It was as if there were broken bricks and rubble all over the floor, and no one looked at it.

"If you don't want to die, and you don't want our comrades to die, then you have to kill, kill with maximum efficiency. Wren kicked the two bodies with his foot, and then continued to walk forward: "Bend down! the front line may not be far ahead, follow me, move briskly, or you will be hit by a bullet." ”

Alice nodded, bent down and followed Wren, and the two of them quickly made their way through the block, stopping in front of a building, where they saw a German front-line headquarters through the window.

"Long live the Führer!Good morning, sir!" a sentry leaning against a telephone pole smoking a cigarette saluted Wren, who was now a lieutenant. In the infantry company, he is already an out-and-out officer.

"Long live the Führer!" Wren replied with a casual salute and pulled Alice into the headquarters of the German grenadier company.

"I was bored waiting in the back, so I came over to the recruits for class. Wren walked up to the busy German company commander and said with a smile: "I brought her to kill people, is there a place for me to try?"

"Panzer?" The company commander glanced at Wren, then looked at the Knight's Iron Cross with oak leaves on Wren's neckline, and immediately smiled on his face: "Wren, it is not a wise choice for you to go to the front, after all, you are now our number one ace tank commander." ”

"I'm good at killing, killing people in all kinds of situations. Wren smiled, "What I like more is to smash people's heads and watch the brains spray onto the wall." ”

"......" The company commander of the grenadier stared at Wren, nodded after a few seconds and said, "See that red building, we have a sniper team trapped there, there are a lot of French people around, they are organizing a counterattack, we are about to send people over, you together?"

"No, I don't. Wren waved his hand, still with a brilliant smile on his face: "I'll take her there." ”

......

"Go on, English boy, it's safe now. The French company commander struck a match, lit a pipe, took a pleasant puff, and asked casually.

"I'm an observer assistant sent by General Gott, and my chief, the man who just died, was hit by a shell on the way with me, and now I need a radio...... Contact my supervisor to report back to the situation. The young British officer looked very depressed, but he spoke very good French: "I have come here to tell General Gott the truth about this place, and to tell him whether the battle in the direction of Amiens can withstand the German attack." But now it looks like it's going to be very bad, and it won't be long before we're going to be surrounded!"