"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German machine-gun gunfire rang out, and the tracer bullets were a little glaring during the day. The bullet flew over a distance of several hundred meters and hit the bushes in the distance.

Like a real saw, the G42 machine gun, affectionately referred to by French soldiers as "Accardo's Saw Blade", prunes the bushes with a spray of bullets. The bullet knocked off the branches of the bush and splashed a cloud of debris.

With the screams, a French soldier was shot in the neck, and the French machine gun, which had just been fired at the German machine gun, was suddenly dumbfounded. At this time, the Germans, who had suddenly relieved the pressure, began to return fire fiercely, and the G43 semi-automatic rifle and the MP-44 assault rifle suppressed the French infantry on the opposite side with dense firepower. Soon, another attack by the French army was repulsed.

"Check the ammunition! Machine gun crews move positions! Everyone pay attention to concealment, the enemy may carry out artillery shelling. An officer reloaded the magazine of the MP-44 in his hand and gave a loud order: "Check the wounded!

Looking at a French B1 tank burning with smoke not far away, the officer frowned, and then said to the radio operator next to him: "Call the battalion headquarters and ask them to find a way to support a few tanks coming, the French army's offensive is becoming more and more fierce, and tanks are also used." ”

"Yes, sir. The radio operator immediately grabbed the receiver: "1 company calls the battalion headquarters, 1 company calls the battalion headquarters, we need reinforcements, we need tank reinforcements." ”

Upon hearing the call from the radioman, the company commander officer turned around and began to assign tasks to several platoon officers who had rushed over: "Here reorganize the defensive line, dig the trenches a little deeper, and prevent the French from shelling." I need to lay out crossfire here, and here, to cover our anti-tank crews for the attack. ”

"Company commander, don't we have reinforcements from armored troops?" a platoon commander asked puzzledly, "It's not worth it to let our anti-tank men go up and take risks." ”

"It's not very suitable for the deployment of armored forces, so there won't be too many people sent from above. The company commander pointed to the surrounding terrain and said: "There is only one way to attack frontally, and counting the flat terrain on both sides, it is only a few points, as long as there are two or three tanks, it is enough to hold here." ”

He looked into the distance: "So we need to be prepared to hold this treacherous terrain before reinforcements from above arrive." ”

......

The assembly place of the German front, the command post of the 9th Grenadier Regiment of the 1st Motorized Rifle Division. In the square of an unknown French town, several armored vehicles were parked next to the fountain in the center of the square, and looking to the side, 4 Leopard tanks were parked.

"Second Lieutenant Wren, the situation here is very complicated, our regiment is responsible for holding on to a defense line several kilometers long, and the forces are too scattered. The commander of the 1st Grenadier Regiment pointed to the map and said, "I am very happy to have sent you here, but with only 4 tanks, I cannot guarantee the safety of the entire defensive line." ”

"Tell me about the situation, I was notified when I came, saying that time was pressing. Wren looked at the map, then pointed to a black line and said, "There's a road here, it's the widest breach in the vicinity, and if they take the outer defensive positions, they'll rush all the way to Stone." ”

"You think the same as I thought, but I just received a call for help from the 1st Battalion, which is being attacked by French tanks here. The regimental commander pointed to the location of a small road on the map and said: "The Frenchman on the other side is a connoisseur, and he attacked the place with a tank, so that I had to spread my forces to take care of it." ”

"Can't the assault guns in the regiment go over?" Wren asked with a frown, his tank platoon only had 4 tanks, and if it was used in a dispersed manner, the strength would be even smaller.

"No way, other places are also very important, I can't draw other troops, so I called the division headquarters to ask for reinforcements. I also have a company of infantry reserves, which can be sent to you if necessary. ”

"Well, I'll send one tank to reinforce the path, and three tanks to reinforce the road. Wren thought for a moment and said, "In this way, it depends on which way the French choose to attack." ”

"Wouldn't a single tank be dangerous?" asked the regimental commander, a little incredulous.

"It doesn't matter, I'll pick the tank carefully. Wren marked a few locations on his minimap with a pencil, then asked for a few topographical maps of the vicinity, stuffed them into the leather bag he was carrying at his side, then wiped his nose with his sleeve, and finally smiled: "If there are no other problems, I will arrange it." ”

"No problem, good luck. The regimental commander smiled at him, and then sent Wren out in the messy headquarters.

Back next to the tank, the four commanders were already waiting for him, and Marcus was the first to ask with an expectant expression, "Hey! Wren, what's the mission?"

Wren walked to the front of the tank, pulled out a map from his map purse, laid it on the slanted armor, pointed to the two dots on it, and said, "We're in charge of guarding these two places." ”

"What are you kidding? two places?" Marcus stared at the map twice, and then suddenly realized that Wren didn't contradict him, so he jerked his head up and looked at Wren in disbelief, "You're not telling the truth, are you?"

"I'm going to let you go to the other side of the road, and cars 114 and 115 will follow me and set up defensive positions on both sides of this road. Wren pointed not far away and said, "I'm drawing fire on the road, and you're setting traps on both sides." ”

"Wait, wait, Wren, I want to stay on this side of the road. Marcus suddenly objected, "Remember, we have a race where I have to destroy a lot of tanks to catch up with you! ”

"Marcus, you're more experienced here, and I'm going to stay and command the entire platoon battle, so I have to send you, understand?" Wren said helplessly.

Marcus thought for a moment, then smiled: "Wren, my chocolates will be given to you for the next supply and the next supply! Look, you go to the path, I'm on the road, how about I? I can also command the defense of the road." You know what I'm capable of, right?"

"Okay. Wren thought for a moment, then nodded: "No pursuit, no brute force!" Traps must be carefully prepared, and the core goal is to stabilize the entire line of defense. Got it?"

The temptation of two large boxes of chocolate candy is quite tempting for Wren. So he put away the map, jumped into his tank, glanced at the cheering Marcus, and then slipped into his captain's command hatch.

While loudly commanding Bowman in front of him to start the engine, Wren brought headphones and a walk-ie. The tank shuddered again, the engine roared, and black smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipe.

Wren adjusted the intercom, and then gave the crew the battle order this time: "Go south from the road on the right side of the town, turn right at the third intersection, target Highway 3, and go!"

"Wren! The other tanks haven't started yet...... Only us?" asked Andre, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, let's go to the path, give up the opportunity on the road to Marcus. I'm not short of tanks anyway. Wren smiled, then leaned against the hatch and yawned, "I don't know when I can take another vacation." ”

With a slight shake of the tank, Tank No. 113 finally came to their defensive line. Several huge craters lay across the middle of the road, and in some of the collapsed houses around them, a group of German soldiers were lying on their backs enjoying the sun. Except for the slight white smoke in the crater, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the war.

"Welcome to the Route 3 intersection. A Wehrmacht officer with an MP-44 on his shoulder walked up to Rennes' tank and smiled: "I'm in charge of the defense here, thank you for coming to support." I didn't expect them to send you here, and I'm relieved to have you here. ”

"How's it going?" Wren asked casually.

"We lost 39 people and 83 soldiers remained. The company commander pointed to some of the trenches behind him: "They launched 3 attacks, and the fire was very heavy. One B1 tank was used for the last time. ”

"I need a camouflage bunker, can you lend me some?" Wren asked, looking at the terrain in the distance.

Because it was a second lieutenant, and it was a star tank commander with the Iron Cross, the company commander seemed very talkative: "There is no problem, I can lend you 20 soldiers, but there is not much time, according to previous experience, in another half an hour, the French will attack again." ”

"Then let's not waste time, let's get started!" Wren said, pointing to a collapsed house, "There are two walls to use there, just pile up the furniture inside and stuff it outside." ”

"Seven soldiers in one row! I need manpower! Hurry! Hurry!" ordered the company commander in a loud voice.

Soon, the rubble was cleared, and Wren's tank drove down the small road and slowly into the building with only two walls left. The barrel of Tank 113 protruded out of the window of the building, merging with the entire collapsed building. Wren picked up the binoculars, looked at the hillside in the distance, and then looked at the few paths on the other side that were not wide, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Behind the hillside that Wren had just swept with his binoculars, a French B1 tank slowly moved forward, followed by another B1 tank, then a third, then a fourth. If one looked from the top of the hill, they would see dozens of French tanks, armed with blackened infantry, heading towards Wren's defensive position.