On the French position, a soldier with a rifle on his back yawned and walked to his place where it was time to change the guard, and at about 7 o'clock in the morning, a mist was still everywhere in the cold suburbs of Amiens.

The German bombardment of Amiens half an hour earlier did not disturb the outer defenders, so the soldiers here endured the bombardment and actually slept well. The trenches were cleaned, because according to the experience of the First World War, any one trench could be held for several weeks. If you don't keep it hygienic, it will stink after that.

The French soldier walked to the end of the trench, where there was a concealed observation post with flares and telephones, and even seats with an extremely concealed firing port. He walked in and kicked his comrade who was leaning against the wall: "Hey, I said, get up quickly when you have slept enough, it's time for the changing of the guard." ”

The teammate he kicked didn't move. This made him very unhappy, after all, as a sentry, sleeping so soundly was not good news for the other soldiers.

"Hey, get up, get up quickly, what should the Germans do when you sleep so dead?" the soldier who came to change the guard joked and kicked the sentry again, only to see the situation clearly by the sunlight outside.

The soldier's hand clutching his throat was stiff and stuck, and his body was already cold. There were large patches of red blood on his chest, and it looked like he had lived desperately for a long time before he died.

"I, my God, help, help!" The soldiers who had come to change the guard staggered to the ground and began to shout frantically, and several soldiers who were on guard around hurried over with their guns in hand, only to see a scene that shocked them.

"Phew!" a French soldier immediately fired a shot into the sky, and then shouted loudly: "Quick! Notify the company! German troops have infiltrated and kill!" and just as he was shouting, the French army's old Maxim heavy machine gun opened fire without warning on a machine gun position not far away. Soon, the position, which had been very silent, became noisy, and the sound of long guns and short guns came and went, because as long as the eyes were not blind, they could see, and not far away, the German tanks rushed over the bushes.

"Fire! Hold the infantry behind them back!" ordered a French officer loudly from his position.

"Sir, the Germans have no infantry cover. I saw a different tank, it was very far away from us, in front of it were three Leopard tanks, they worked together quite well, and the machine-gun position on our left flank had been taken out. One soldier reported loudly.

"Let the anti-tank infantry attack and take out the German tanks that are rushing into our positions! Hurry! or it's all over!" the officer, already disrupted by the sudden appearance of the Germans, gave the order as he dodged the bullets that swept through the dirt with his steel helmet. Dust splashed onto his steel helmet with a clang.

"Boom!" Not far away, an anti-tank gun opened fire, and the 47 mm caliber anti-tank shells seemed to be helpless against the frontal armor of the Leopard tank in the distance, and the cannon hit its own target, but did not stop its own target.

"Who let these fools open fire? How could they have penetrated the front armor plate of the Leopard tank at this distance? Are they crazy?" The officer, who was obviously a little hysterical by the stupid men, pointed to the artillery position not far away and cursed, as if in response to his scolding, a high-explosive shell from the German tank hit the position of the anti-tank gun, directly knocking the 47 mm anti-tank gun into a part. They were followed by five or six French soldiers from this position, most of whom were broken into pieces and swept away into the distance.

"Hey, hey, battalion headquarters? I'm the 2nd company! Our line is about to be broken by the Germans! Ask for support! Ask for support!" The company commander quickly grabbed the phone next to him and began to call for support, but he shouted twice only to find that the telephone line had been broken, and his telephone soldier had been shot in the head and fell in the trench with a bloody face.

"Signal Corps, I need a Signal Corpsman!" the company commander shouted twice, and then lay on the trench with half his head exposed, staring at the approaching German tank not far away, he just tried to retract his head, only to have a bullet pierce his steel helmet. His eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

About 300 meters away, a young German sniper lowered his sniper rifle and said with excitement on his face: "I killed an officer! He was there just now, with half of his head bared to see the situation on the battlefield, and I saw him the last time he appeared!"

Beside him, a bearded middle-aged sniper pulled the trigger, and the rifle made a crisp "bang". The bearded man did not put down the rifle in his hand, and said calmly: "Shut up! Keep working! Our task is to cover the tank! We don't just hit some useless targets! Hurry up!"

In his scope, the German Tiger tank was moving slowly. Wren was constantly observing the situation around him, and what displeased him the most was that he had not yet found an opportunity to train the female signal soldier sitting in front of him.

"Boom!" the No. 115 tank gun erupted in flames, and the shell accurately hit the French anti-tank gun hidden behind the bushes. At this time, the French position was already in shambles.

"Wren! I've already destroyed that anti-tank gun! I haven't found any French tanks coming to reinforce me! I see that the French soldiers around me are retreating. "After the No. 115 tank finished firing, it called out to Wren on the intercom.

"Andrey, how did the French tanks over there react?Marcus, what's going on over there?" Wren asked loudly, grabbing the intercom.

"I didn't find a French tank, if you don't mind, I can try it with a shot. Andrei replied loudly.

Marcus's voice also came through the headphones: "I don't see the target either, I don't know if the French tanks are behind those buildings, but I know that if they don't rush out again, the French infantry here will be finished." ”

"Watch out for the French infantry in the trenches!they might have those anti-tank bombs!" Wren reminded and adjusted the radio frequency: "1st Company of Grenadiers, we're almost done here, your men can follow!" ”

"1st Company of Grenadier received!" On the other side of the radio, the German grenadiers began to move, and several armored vehicles rushed out of the bushes, covering the German infantry following behind, and began to approach the positions of the French troops.

"Alice, on the right, there are several French soldiers, open fire!" Seeing that the German infantry behind him began to attack, Wren ordered his mechanical and electrical personnel loudly: "Cover the infantry behind, hurry up!"

"Alice!" After waiting for a long time and not feeling the forward machine gun of his tank fire, Wren shouted loudly, "Alice, fire! Are you waiting for me to kick your ass?"

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the forward-directed machine gun finally fired, but the bullet was a little far away. A cloud of dirt was splashed about a few meters at the feet of several French soldiers, but it did not hit the target.

At this time, in the rear of car No. 114, a French light machine gun position that had been hidden opened fire, the machine gun sprayed tongues of fire, and the bullets flew towards the German infantry, knocking down two German infantrymen in an instant. Everyone stopped advancing, and the Germans lay down waiting for the machine-gun fire from the tanks in Rennes ahead to suppress that position.

"Machine gun position on the left! Infantry on the right front hand over to you, Alice!Andrey, turn the turret and use the coaxial machine gun to get the machine gun position. Wren commanded loudly, and as he commanded, the turret began to spin rapidly.

"Wren!Wren!" Alice's voice suddenly came from the headphones: "Those French infantry are rushing over with something!

"I'm not free! I'll do it myself!" Wren looked through the window to see the French soldiers, who were holding a bomb of a strange pattern, which looked like a new weapon to destroy German tanks.

While saying that he was not available, Wren grabbed the assault rifle from a convenient place, and while checking the ammunition, he said to Alice: "Alice! They have anti-tank bombs! You must kill them, or we will be blown up! If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

"Wren! help me, I don't want to do this!" Alice's voice screamed through the headphones. The guide machine guns had not yet fired, and the French soldiers were getting closer and closer.

"You'll have to do it on your own! Alice!" Wren slipped the drum back into the assault rifle, then pulled the bolt and patted Andre on the shoulder: "Keep aiming!

Seeing Andre nodding, Wren continued to command loudly: "Alice, fire! or we'll all be finished!"

"Ahh

Wren lifted the hatch and leaned out, gun-wielding out to shoot at the nearest target. The bullet hit the target with great precision, the first and second rounds hitting the arm of the French soldier holding the bomb.

The bullet hit the bone with a crisp sound, and the French soldier's front arm was broken by Wren's bullet, and the third bullet coincidentally hit the French soldier's head, and the blood exploded at once, which looked spectacular.

But Wren knew that he was still a little late, and the bomb in the hand of the French soldier flew towards their tank according to inertia.