A sharp bayonet bypassed the darkness behind and pressed against the neck of a French sentry. The French sentry, who had just dozed off, immediately widened his eyes, but did not dare to make any sound.

Soon, Wren's somewhat freckled face peeked out of the darkness, pressed into the French sentry's ear, and asked, in a calm tone and not very proficient French, "How many people are here, how many heavy weapons are there?"

"I am a soldier of the 9th Army, and not far behind there are two anti-tank guns, 47 mm caliber. At the back of the building, there were tanks of the 10th Panzer Corps, and I saw about 10 of them. Please, don't kill me......," the young French soldier cried and begged.

With a slight force on his fingers, the bayonet slit the throat of the French soldier, and blood gushed out, but the French soldier could not make any sound. Every breath he took and tried to scream caused more blood to spurt out of his slitted throat, and soon the military uniform on his chest was soaked with his own blood.

The French soldier clutched his hand to his throat and struggled helplessly, his feet kicking so hard that his rifle was thrown aside. Wren rubbed the French bayonet against the French soldier's struggling body, then stooped back into the darkness.

He climbed over the French trenches, jumped into the bushes not far away, and continued on his way, when suddenly he stopped, as two French soldiers on patrol came laughing, and they were taking off their pants near the place where Wren was hiding, as if they wanted to "open the floodgates" here.

Little by little, Wren moved his body to the front of the two French soldiers, and with a shake of his hand, the bayonet he had picked up from the French soldier flew directly into the eye socket of a French patrolman. Before the other French soldier could come to his senses, he saw Wren appear in front of him, and the French soldier heard the sound of his neck breaking.

When it comes to familiarity with the human body, Wren has reached the point of being superb. The speed and means of his killing are inferior to Marcus's, and it may be difficult for him to assassinate the French president, but it is really overkill to deal with a few French sentinels on the front line.

He did not pick up the French bayonet stuck in the corpse, because it had been secretly pulled out of the tortured French soldier. Wren simply bent over the two corpses, which were beginning to grow cold, and returned the same way he had set out.

Stooping down to run across a narrow one-way road, jumping over the bushes and grass on the side of the road, Wren saw Marcus and several captains waiting there. Behind them are their tanks, which have terrified the enemy.

A Tiger tank painted with the number 113, and three Leopard tanks that look weathered for a long time. The armor of these tanks is mottled, and the barrels of their guns are a dizzying record of their achievements. The few of these tanks have destroyed more than a dozen tanks, and the Tiger tank, which has a small white circle painted on the barrel, proves that it has destroyed 55 tanks.

"I'll go next time I investigate, Wren. If they take you alive and see the Knight's Iron Cross with oak leaves around your neck, they'll make a big fuss about who you are. "In front of Marcus was a broken wooden plank that he had picked up from nowhere, and on it was a map of nearby operations.

"Shut up, Marcus, Wren is our company commander, you have to be respectful!" said the middle-aged commander of Tank 115 to Marcus with a smile.

Wren kicked Marcus in the ass, then didn't answer his question, just pointed to the map and began: "Here and here, there are two stealthy anti-tank guns, they have three machine guns here, here and here." If the infantry had followed, the losses would have been somewhat large. It's best if we rush in and take out all the heavy firepower first. ”

"No problem, you can do whatever you say. The commander of car No. 114 stared at the map and nodded.

"We already know the location of these fires, and once the battle starts, we just need to guard against some infantry close-quarters blasting. Wren pointed to the buildings on the edge of the city and said, "But there are some enemy tanks here, I don't know the model, because this is the enemy rest camp area, and I can't get close." The French sentry said that there were about 10 of them, and according to the previous French tank configuration ratio, there would be 1 to 2 B1 tanks, which was a big threat, so you should be careful. ”

"What about the infantry, when will they follow?" asked the two grenadier officers behind the commanders, who were responsible for following the elite tanks into the city, but it was clear that there was some danger for them to follow the tanks while on the periphery.

At least until the French machine-gun positions were completely destroyed by the tanks, they were not well suited to follow behind, and then they would have to pay at least 20 soldiers to get close to the French positions and counterattack.

"I've already seen the terrain, you guys are here, it's this high ground that you deploy machine-gun fire, you don't need to suppress the opponent's machine-gun positions, just find a way to cover our flanks and prevent the French soldiers from getting close to our tanks. Wren pointed to a small hill not far away and said: "Their firepower is not a great threat to us, on the contrary, I heard that the French army has recently urgently developed an anti-tank bomb, which destroyed several tanks of the 7th Panzer Army, and the regimental headquarters deliberately held a meeting to tell all tank crews to be careful of this weapon." ”

The grenadier officer nodded, then confirmed: "We'll deploy machine-gun fire here to cover the rear and flanks of your tanks, and I'll arrange for the grenadiers to organize some fire from a safe distance to keep the French soldiers trying to get close to you as far as possible." ”

"Yes, your sniper team is free to do as it pleases, and once we take out the French machine-gun positions, I'll radio you to attack, and then you're approaching under the cover of armored vehicles, and there's no threat. Wren motioned for Marcus to put away the map.

Then he stood up and began to assign tasks to his men: "The anti-tank gun on the left hand over to car No. 114, no problem, right?"

"That's not a problem!" the commander of car No. 114 nodded, and recently Wren intended to arrange some missions for them with good records to improve the overall combat level of their crew. This made the commanders of cars 114 and 115 grateful to him.

"The anti-tank gun on the right hand was handed over to car No. 115 to destroy. These targets are low-threat and should not be left unexpected. Wren nodded and said.

"I see!" Captain 115 nodded.

"Marcus, pay attention to the gaps between those buildings in the distance, the French tanks could burst out anywhere, and you'll take care of that!" Wren gave Marcus one last look.

"Okay, just wait for my good news!" Marcus smiled and nodded, "Thanks! I'll keep the cigarettes and chocolates for you." ”

"Check the ammunition for each car!Start the engine!" Wren ordered loudly, "adjust the radio frequency, get ready to go!"

Wren jumped into his tank and looked at the smoke-filled city in the distance, the French city of Amiens, where 50 German bombers had flown half an hour earlier, and the sound of explosions in the city could still be heard.

"Radio communication confirmed!" Wren said, putting the headset on his head, pinching the throat intercom, "Can all the tanks hear me?"

This is still worth affirming, at least since Alice came to their platoon, the communication radio has been much better. This little girl seems to have a natural understanding of radio systems, and can easily debug the clearest channels for everyone to use. Soon the commanders of the vehicles answered, and Wren began to confirm the communication inside his tank.

"Bowman hears!" said Bowman's voice from the driver's seat.

"Bruce in place!" replied Bruce the Loader.

"Andrey is here. Andrei replied with a smile.

"Alice hears me!" said Alice, the electromechanic, in a somewhat sweet voice, and Bruce howled wolf through the microphone. Bruce can be said to be a bad ghost, so Wren warned the lewd man to stay away from Alice. Of course, Bruce is also very sensible, and does not do anything offensive except for the occasional teasing of the little girl.

"Check the heading machine gun's stock! and report back to me!" Wren commanded loudly.

"Ready!" Alice replied loudly through her headphones.

"It's all right!Bowman, follow Marcus' tank. Bruce, reload armor-piercing shells!" Wren poked his head out of the turret, then squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the city with a telescope: "Andrey, at 11 o'clock, the alert will appear in the gap in the building in the field of vision, where there are likely to be French tanks!"

"Bowman! This time we are covering, following the Leopard tank from a distance, taking advantage of the power of our artillery, and opening up the distance!Alice, pay attention to your left side!" Wren suddenly remembered something, he put down the binoculars, and then pressed the throat intercom and said: "Alice! The last time your machine gun didn't fire, I know that the recruits are a little timid! But please don't kill everyone, if you hesitate like last time when I let you fire, I will kill you with my own hands! understand?"

"Good...... Good. Alice replied weakly in the headphones. She sorted out the ammunition on her machine gun, then looked through the scope directly in front of her and to her right, and saw only a bush.

"Get into the alert distance, all tank commanders enter the turret!Close the hatch!" Wren commanded loudly, then retreated into the turret and closed the hatch with his hands.