Putting down the telescope in his hand, de Gaulle proudly pointed to the French tank rushing up the hill in the distance, and said to his adjutant: "This time we are determined to win, and there should not be many German defenders near Stone." ”

"Oh, how can the general see that?" asked the adjutant with a smile.

"The German armoured forces are rapidly attacking westward, and I judge that they must be trying to encircle the main forces of our army in Belgium. But after all, they underestimated us France, and with me attacking the flank in Stone, it was still a question whether they dared to penetrate the English Channel so quickly. De Gaulle said, pointing into the distance.

Sometimes when your boss is a more shrewd person, most of the time you need to disguise yourself as a less clever subordinate - this is similar to when there is already a "funny" actor on stage, then you need a "funny" to set off the atmosphere.

So when he knew De Gaulle's ability, his adjutant became a miscellaneous "praiser" role. He habitually asked de Gaulle to express his opinion, and as long as he clapped his hands on the side, he would have completed the task of this staff officer.

"So this time we attacked Stone, are we sure of it?" the staff officer continued.

"It's up to us to see if we can secretly display the warehouse. De Gaulle pointed to the hillside in front of him and said: "If we can take this place, we can avoid the main road that the Germans are focusing on, bypass the main defensive positions of the German army, and cut into Stone." ”

He glanced at his staff officer with some pride, and then continued: "In order to achieve the suddenness of this attack, without giving Germany time to call for help, there is not even artillery preparation. ”

"It seems that this time, the Germans are going to suffer. The staff officer nodded and said.

De Gaulle said loudly to the herald behind him: "Order the troops!

The French tanks slowly rushed up the hill and then rushed to the narrow gap in the road, where only a few tanks could pass at a time, so most of the French soldiers and tanks could not deploy.

"Straight ahead! French tanks! two!" Wren shouted with his binoculars, "B1, aim and fire!"

"Armor-piercing bullets!" Andrei shouted with his face pressed against the scope.

"Armor-piercing! reloaded!" Bruce, with his muscular arms, pushed a cannonball into the bomb bay and reported loudly.

"Fire!" Wren commanded loudly.

"Boom!" an armor-piercing bullet flew towards its target with a loud bang, and the huge impact caused a puff of smoke and dust to kick up around the tank.

"Bruce!load!" Andre yelled loudly.

"Reloaded!" replied Bruce again loudly as he pushed the cannonball into the bomb bay.

And on the small road directly in front of them, a French tank was paralyzed on the road by a shell that had been pierced through its hull, emitting a puff of black smoke. However, the tank next to this tank did not stop, and still rushed in the direction of the German position as fast as possible.

"Boom!" another armor-piercing shell erupted from the muzzle of the gun, flying towards its target with strong kinetic energy, this shell was powerful, directly destroying the turret of the B1 tank that rushed up, the huge impact force distorted the entire turret, and the fast-advancing French tank also swayed and stopped moving forward with such a powerful knock.

"Target destroyed!Adjust the turret!" Wren put down his binoculars and shouted with his hand on the intercom: "Bowman, reverse 5 meters! We need to move our position! Bruce! Continue to pierce the armor! I see the French tank coming up again!"

The tank quickly retreated a few meters and left where it had been parked. Wren raised his binoculars and saw more French tanks pass over the wreckage of the two tanks and charge towards the German defenders' positions.

"Armor-piercing! load!" Andre continued to shout loudly as his eyes rested on the scope.

"Boom!" The shell flew out of the barrel again and hit a French Soma S35 tank that rushed over, this time the French tank driver was not so lucky, the whole tank burned, and the tank driver burned and tried to climb out of the tank, but stopped struggling halfway through.

"French tanks! Andrei didn't stop, and shouted loudly again.

"Oh my God, where did you get so many French tanks?" Clark looked at Bowman to the side with some horror, Bowman did not speak, just stuck his head on the periscope, waiting for the next order.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German machine guns roared again and began to fire heavily on the French infantry, and soon a dozen French soldiers fell in pools of blood. However, under the cover of tanks, the distance of the French army was still getting closer to the German line.

The Germans also had two anti-tank groups, blocked on the path to the left of Rennes, and they were responsible for covering Rennes' flanks and preventing the French tanks from bypassing the main junction and attacking the side intersection. But they really didn't expect that this time the French would come not only a few tanks, but dozens of tanks.

The French tanks were still attacking forward, and some French tanks were firing back. They rushed past their burning companions and fired at Wren's tank at an angle that had been adjusted long ago, but unfortunately these shells were not on target and did not pose much of a threat to Wren.

"Straight ahead! French tank! one!" Wren had to get back into the turret of the tank as he closed the hatch and shouted to Andrei, "Type B1, aim and fire directly!"

"Armor-piercing shells!" Andrei shouted loudly.

"Armor-piercing! reloaded!" Bruce didn't hesitate, pushing the shell into the bay again, and then loudly reported that he had completed the operation.

"Fire!" Wren commanded loudly.

"Boom!" another armor-piercing shell flew towards its target, another French tank burst into flames in smoke, and soon another French tank rushed through the wreckage of the French hull and fired a shot in the direction of Rennes.

The shell of the French anti-tank gun of 47 mm caliber drew a straight line and hit the front armor plate of the Rennes tank directly, and the shell was beveled out, leaving only a deep pit in the steel plate welded outside. And Wren's tank, because of this hit, shook violently.

"Oh my God! I was hit, I was hit!" Clark's voice in the front row came loudly.

"Shut up! They didn't penetrate our front armor!Calm down!Calm down!" Wren commanded loudly, "Bowman, keep reversing! Keep reversing." ”

The tank shook again, then stopped again after a while, and on the slightly skewed turret, the powerful 75 mm long-barreled anti-tank gun roared again with a loud "boom".

The shell flew towards its target again, easily tearing open the hull armor of the opposite B1 tank, shattering the 75mm howitzer mounted on the hull, and of course the French tanker inside could not escape death, and the huge French tank was quickly paralyzed on the road.

As the battle continued, the uphill slope at the junction stretched all the way down, and seven French tanks had already been destroyed here. However, the battle continued, the Germans still sprayed tongues of fire from the machine-gun positions, and the French soldiers failed to open the gap, still struggling at a great distance.

Of course, the 7 French tanks lined up in a twisted straight line, almost like a wall that stretched downhill. Because of the burning and smoke, Wren still didn't know how many French tanks were behind the wreckage, he only knew that as far as the current situation was concerned, it was indeed not optimistic.

Another French Soma S35 tank burst out and fired at Rennes' tank with its 47mm gun. The shell hit Rennes' tank again, this time not only leaving a shallow pit, but directly breaking the weld, and the entire steel plate fell off again.

"Boom!" In the scope of the French tank driver, the devil-like No. 113 Leopard tank on the opposite side opened fire again, and he watched the opposite tank gun spew flames, and his own tank exploded immediately after, followed by endless darkness coming at him.

"Eighth tank!" Andrei's shouts were a little out of tune, not because of excitement, but because of panic. The constant rush of French tanks caused an incomparable sense of pressure on his nerves.

When the ninth tank rushed out, Andrei fired the first shell of the day that did not destroy the target. The armor-piercing shell hit the front of the tank's turret and was ejected due to the angle, but because the shell still hit the French tank, the shock guide shell of the French tank did not hit their Leopard.

"Boom!" the shell flew directly past the Leopard tank, hitting the collapsed house where the Leopard had just stopped, and shattering the tattered furniture piled up there.

"Reload!" shouted Andrei in exasperation. Then he opened fire again, directly flying the turret of this French tank.

However, as a result of this mistake, the two French tanks rushed closer and a shell hit Rennes' Leopard tank again. Thankfully, however, the shell did not penetrate the front armor of the Leopard tank, and was once again ricocheted off by the inclined armor plates.

A second shell followed, but this time the Leopard had good luck, as it grazed the roof of the tank and flew over the tank, only to knock off one side of the night running light.

"Boom!" the Leopard opened fire again, achieving its 10th record in a short period of time, when a French tank on the opposite side was hit and exploded, sending up pitch black smoke.