The bearded man turned his head and pressed his face to the scope: "15 degrees to the left! Quick!" As soon as his words fell, the artillery next to him began to turn, and the German artillery on the other side was violently shaking the rotating joystick of the artillery.

"Boom!" the German anti-tank guns opened fire again, and another B1 tank was destroyed on the road, but the tank did not explode, but stopped there and did not move. The remaining French tanks seemed to have found the position of the German anti-tank guns and began to turn slowly.

Although the French tank's turn was not yet complete, the turret had already pointed over, and the machine gun opened fire, piercing the straw stacks and hitting the German anti-tank guns, splashing a spark, and the bullet hit a loader, who was hit in the chest by the flying bullet and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The bearded man hurriedly lay down on his stomach and lay face down on the ground. And beside him, a German artillery operator was also hit by a bullet, and a shot hit the head, blood splattered onto the cannon, which looked very glaring.

Just as the German anti-tank gun positions were being attacked by the French, the German Bofors anti-aircraft guns on the other side opened fire. "Boom!" "Boom!" The Bofors anti-aircraft gun had a fast rate of fire, and in the blink of an eye, it had already fired three or four shells at the French Renault tank that was following behind, and these shells easily pierced the side armor of the FT-17 Renault tank, and the driver inside was pulp.

Apparently this round of left and right bows stunned the French, and a French armored vehicle began to fire at the place of the Bofors anti-aircraft guns, and accelerated to rush over. The rest of the French tanks and armored vehicles were still turning against the positions of the German anti-tank guns.

"Aim at that armored car!fire!quick!" shouted the second squad leader, who was on the side of the Bofors anti-aircraft gun, lying on the mound with half of his head exposed. Soon Bofors replaced the magazine, roared again, and the bullets hit the French armored car like a storm, directly knocking the modified thing into a sieve.

However, the anti-tank gun position over there can be said to have been defeated, and the French tanks swept down the German soldiers there with a burst of machine gun fire. In a panic, a French B1 tank fired a ridiculously deflected 75 mm shell - the shell hit a house not far away, and directly knocked the house back to its foundations.

Borol used his MP-44 to sweep down a French soldier who was trying to rush over and drop a grenade, and when he turned around to unload the magazine and reload the new one, he happened to see the bloody anti-tank gun position behind him. One German soldier with a pierced chest cavity hung from the tail of the cannon, while another lay motionless next to an empty ammunition box with a bloody face. Borol could even see the man's eyes, and it looked like he had just seen the back of Borol's head when he died.

"Oh my God...... "Baru, cover me with fire, and if you can't resist it, take the men back into the village." ”

He shouted and struggled to his feet, and ran quickly in the direction of the anti-tank gun position with his weapon in hand, and behind him, a bullet from the French hit the ground, about a few centimeters from his heel.

Baloo picked up his G43 and ran out of magazines in one go, which allowed the French to restrain their firepower a bit. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Borol ran to the position of the anti-tank gun in one breath and stopped. A beautiful flying tackle helped him to complete the last meter or more.

"Someone...... Hurt?" he asked, gasping for air.

"Reload a cannonball for me, hurry!" said the bearded man, lying on the ground with difficulty, "The cannonball is not far from your feet." ”

Borol lay on the ground, picked up the shell that had fallen from the corpse, and pushed the chamber into the chamber according to the position of the bearded finger. The bearded man rolled over and quickly adjusted the position of the muzzle a few times. The French machine gun on the opposite side probably spotted the bearded man operating the cannon and opened fire again, and the bullets flew around the anti-tank gun again, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Boom!" the bearded man knocked the freshly loaded shell out of the chamber, and the shell flew like a speed of light towards his target, and the shell hit the front armor of the last FT-17 tank, and then cut through the armor steel plate of the tank like a hot blade into butter, flew into the tank's cab with splintered iron filings, and then drilled through the driver's bones into the engine behind the tank.

"We've got to get out of here! They still have tanks! You and I can't get that big guy out. Borol swept away all the bullets in the magazine with his assault rifle, and he grabbed the bearded arm and tried to carry him back into the village. However, he found that he didn't pull, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Let me rest here. The bearded man covered his bleeding abdomen, grinned, and patted the anti-tank gun next to him as he spoke: "I can't do without my old fellow." ”

As he spoke, blood dripped down his lips and onto his beard, and his teeth turned red. After speaking, he pushed a Borol, and then leaned on the body of the artillery, grinning in pain: "Hurry up! ”

Pushed by the last remaining strength of the beard, Borol leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, and looked at the beard in a daze, maybe only for a moment, maybe after a long time, he didn't know it himself. However, after he realized his danger, he quickly adjusted his posture and quickly retreated towards the main entrance of the warehouse.

Soon, Baru and the machine-gun squad also retreated to Borol's side, their flanks were lost, but the French, in addition to heavy losses on the front, maintained a ferocious attack.

The flat-firing 40 mm Bofors anti-aircraft guns eventually found themselves unable to penetrate the armor of the raging French B1 tank, and the shells bounced off the tank's armor. The French tank was slowly slowing down, adjusting the 75 mm cannon on its hull.

The tank seemed to be in a hurry to solve the problem, so the turret also rotated, and the machine guns on the turret continued to fire, splashing dust on the surrounding dirt floor. The Germans on the front were retreating towards the village, after all, they had lost their only heavy anti-tank weapon. In addition to a heavily armored B1 tank and a light armored vehicle left in front of the French, the rest of the armored vehicles were also destroyed by the Germans.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Several German soldiers on the Bofors anti-aircraft gun position also knew that their weapons might not be too good against the French B1 tank, so they had to quickly turn their guns and bombard the armored vehicle that was constantly firing.

A shell hit the wheel of the armored car, and in an instant it blew the wheel of the unmodified car away. The body of the unbalanced armored car trembled, but the machine gun also shuddered, and a grenade hit a German soldier maneuvering Bofors, and the rest of the German paratroopers were forced to lie down and seek cover.

They took refuge in bunkers, picked up their guns from the ground, bent down to the guò improvised trenches, retreated to the pre-prepared firing positions, and joined up the few men who had just destroyed the Maxim heavy machine guns, and quickly retreated in the direction of the village.

"Boom!" there was an explosion on the flank of the village, it was the German paratroopers who had planted the mines, and several French soldiers fell to the ground, scattered with rubble around them, while in the direction behind, more French infantry were rushing forward frantically.

Baloo climbed up to the second floor of a building panting with a G42 on his back, and Borol in the back helped him carry two chains. The two men set up their machine guns at the window, opened the bomb bay and loaded the chains, while the French infantry on the opposite side had already gone from a short distance to the front.

"Dada...... Da-da-da. The sound of dense machine-gun fire was inaudible, and the chainsaw-like sound of the German machine guns, which was unique to the ultra-high rate of fire, rang out, and many of the French infantry on the opposite side fell in an instant.

Borol hurried downstairs with an assault rifle and saw two French soldiers breaking down the door, and he picked up his MP-44 rifle and fired a shot, knocking them down in the doorway. A grenade rolled out of the hands of the French soldiers, then exploded at the doorway, shaking the whole house, the skin of the ceiling and the dust falling down, and Borrol's ears could hear nothing but the buzzing sound.

He walked to the door with his left hand over his nose and his right hand with an assault rifle and found two French soldiers outside the door, but now they were corpses because of the grenade. Not far away, the French infantry was retreating to the shouts of French, which struck Borol as very strange.

"Boom!" On the frontal battlefield, the anti-tank group, which had circled the trenches to the vicinity of the French B1 tank, fired an iron-fisted rocket, which accurately hit the tank's track and interrupted it. The B1 tank struggled twice before finally stopping, but its turret was still spinning and its machine guns were firing heavily.

Hiding in the trench to load, adjust, and poke their heads out again in a different position, the two German Iron Fist anti-tank teams looked very skillful in their operations, and this time they aimed at an air intake grille on the side of the B1 tank, and a rocket hit the place accurately.

The French tank burned, the commander pushed open the hatch and tried to escape, the Maxim heavy machine gun hidden at the door of the warehouse, which had been kept secret, fired, and the bullet whistled through the commander's lungs, followed by the driver, the mechanical...... In short, all the people who were still alive in this car were killed by the Germans.