"Isn't that a win? The French are nothing remarkable. At the same time, in the town's square, Borol picked up a rifle from the body of a French scout, and groped in the pocket of the corpse with the other hand.

Just now, a seven-man French reconnaissance team arrived here, entered the village in a daze, and was dumpled by German paratroopers led by Borol. The Germans opened fire from all sides, and the French soldiers were all on the ground within seconds.

"It seems that the main forces of the French army are not far away. Baloo pulled out several bills from the corpse of a French soldier and stuffed them into his pocket, then pulled out a box of French cigarettes from the other pocket.

The bearded man came over to divide the spoils, he was clearly more interested in a French army-standard telescope, and he got a French pistol, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"It's not far away, indeed. Borol nodded and said, "A tough battle is coming, let's see how we hold on here for 3 hours." ”

A few hours later......

The rumbling of artillery in the distance indicated that the French had launched a surprise attack on the main German defensive positions, while the village on the flanks remained peaceful and quiet. The earth trembled slightly from the explosion of the cannonballs, and the branches of the trees creaked in the cold wind.

A French B1 heavy tank slowly climbed the slope and appeared in front of the quiet Dutch village where Borol was stationed. Immediately after another B1 showed its turret on the horizon, the two tanks were followed by dozens of French soldiers with unique steel helmets.

The French B1 heavy tank had a 47 mm gun and a 75 mm gun, 60 mm frontal armor, a combat weight of 30 tons, and a novel design, with a fairly good view of the main turret when the main turret was closed, an emergency escape door under the vehicle, and armor protection for the drivetrain. It can be said that in the early days of World War II, except for the Soviet KV heavy tank, the tank had the strongest firepower and protection. However, the Shire B1 was mechanically unstable, often broke down, and required a high degree of cooperation among four crew members to fully combat effectiveness, which was a very inefficient B1 tank due to the lack of such well-trained tankers in the French army at the time.

In another time and space, the German infantry would have clearly been powerless with this French behemoth, and their 37 mm anti-tank guns would not have been able to penetrate the protective armor of such a tank. But now the German anti-tank gun has been upgraded to 75 mm caliber, and it is clear that it is still capable of dealing with such tanks.

Borol put down the binoculars in his hand, bent down in the trench and ran to the position of a machine-gun position, and pointed to the French infantry following behind the French tank: "Fire for a while, leave the tanks alone, and deal directly with the infantry, without those infantry, the tanks are not difficult to deal with." ”

The Heavy nodded, and pointed the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun at the French soldier at the front through the bushes. Borol looked at Balu in the distance and saw that Balu was also looking at him, and he nodded his head at Baru, who also nodded.

"Fire!" At a close enough distance, the German ambush position opened fire, and the reason why the French troops were put so close was that Borol had his own plans: he only had one anti-tank gun, so he wanted his infantry to fire first, while the anti-tank gun on one side hid in the corner and sneaked attack, so that the French tanks did not know what weapon they were destroyed.

With an order, the German machine-gun positions on both sides opened fire, and the bullets flew like locusts towards the French, and the weapons in the hands of the Germans were obviously far ahead of the French army in terms of firepower density. Long guns and short cannons opened fire together, and tracer bullets swept down a dozen French soldiers at once with ordinary bullets.

The surprise attack of the German paratroopers apparently frightened the French, and the French infantry began to retreat, leaving the two huge-looking B1 tanks in the middle of the road. The French tanks were still moving forward, their heavy bodies not fast, but the tall figures made the German paratroopers feel a little uncertain. After all, these big guys look very sturdy - and of course, they are very sturdy too.

On the small turret, the 47 on the side of the 7 mm caliber gun. The French army achieved their first victory as a German paratrooper fell in a trench because he was too close with a machine gun.

"Boom!" the German anti-tank gun, which had been hiding in the corner, finally opened fire, and the shell hit the side of the French B1 tank in one fell swoop, apparently piercing its heavy side skirt, leaving a dark hole in it. The angle of this shot was very well grasped, and the French tank moved forward half a meter by inertia and stopped.

Then there was a loud bang, and the tank exploded. The flames burst out of the hull, the turret was blown into the air, and the cannon in front of the hull suddenly drooped down, as if it had lost its soul. Smoke rose from the tank, obscuring the view of the tank behind it, and the French tank behind clumsily reoriented itself in an attempt to get around the obstacles that stood in its way.

The smoke obscured the view of the French troops, as well as the German troops, and the fire of the German units stopped because it was impossible to aim and shoot. They watched in silence as the French troops withdrew from their positions, and the brief exchange of fire cost the French troops about half of their strength – about twenty soldiers and a tank.

The German paratroopers began a short rest, burying the only fallen comrade in a roadside drain, and everyone did not speak, but clutched bread with oil-stained and mud-stained hands. Although there was a short rest, some people fell asleep in the trenches after the battle.

Apparently the French did not intend to let the German paratroopers complete their task easily, and after about ten minutes, a heavy artillery shell landed on the central square of the village, and the loud explosion made everyone feel angry, and soon the second shell hit a room, and the huge impact tore the house into pieces of wood. The furniture was reduced to broken wood and splattered everywhere, with boards and broken glass even inserted into the walls of nearby houses.

The German paratroopers hid in the trenches, endured hellish ordeal with their steel helmets, and the French fired a dozen shots in one breath before stopping, and the whole town was in ruins, half of the church collapsed, and fortunately the Dutch residents inside had long been driven somewhere else.

After the shelling, Borol inspected his defensive positions and counted the ammunition left in all his staff. Soon he dismantled a Maxim machine gun due to a lack of ammunition - he threw some key parts into the toilet. The German soldiers who operated the machine gun had to get their own weapons back, and they were divided into two groups, responsible for the security of the left and right flanks.

Soon the French armoured offensive began again, and this time the French seemed to use all the forces they could muster. Far away, Borol saw three French FT-17 Renault light tanks and two B1 bulks. These tanks were followed by two armored vehicles, but were not protected by infantry.

Borol immediately put down the binoculars in his hand and followed the drainage ditch and the dug trench to the location of the small warehouse on the flank of the village. He bypassed a Maxim machine-gun emplacement at the entrance to the warehouse, and from the back of the warehouse came to the side of the anti-tank guns.

"The French have come with quite a few tanks this time, and it seems that they are trying to bypass us and attack our main position on the flank. Borol pointed in the direction the French tanks were coming from and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man sat on top of an ammunition box with an unlit cigarette in his mouth: "We can probably kill two, and the third one may be discovered, so it's best to cover us with Bofors...... But I don't know how long I can last. ”

Sighing, Borol patted the bearded man on the shoulder: "Hold on as long as you can." ”

"Phew!" A short distance from them, a German sniper hiding in a house opened fire, and the sniper exited the room out of the window, and at the door he saw Borol looking at him, so he made a gesture.

"Their infantry is coming around. Borol whispered a bitch and ran towards the sniper with his assault rifle, shouting in the direction of the village square as he ran, "Come on! ”

"Suddenly, suddenly!" On the frontal battlefield, the German paratroopers' Maxim machine guns fired, this time there seemed to be no target, so the frequency of their fire was not fast, it was estimated that they wanted to save ammunition, after all, they still had such a heavy machine gun in the warehouse, and the bullets could be brought back to this machine gun position for use.

Soon Baloo arrived with a G42 and set up a machine-gun emplacement on the weak German flank, and the distinctive sound of the German machine gun sounded, and several French soldiers were killed on the flank. Soon the French machine guns also began to return fire, relying on their numerical superiority they opened their bows left and right, temporarily suppressing the German machine gun attack.

"Boom!" Not far behind Borol, German anti-tank guns opened fire, and a shell accurately hit an FT-17 Renault tank, which was directly pierced by the shell, and once again exploded violently.

"Quick! Hurry up and reload the shells!" the bearded man commanded, turning back to his flank, where the Germans were struggling to return fire under the pressure of French machine guns. The German snipers hidden in the ruins opened fire and killed a French machine gun shooter, and the German machine guns roared at one point, and the French infantry could only lie down and wait for their own fire to suppress the opponent again.