"It shouldn't be that simple. Wren put his face on the commander's periscope, carefully observed the surrounding situation, and then he put his hand on Andrei's shoulder, which is a habit developed after a long battle, if there is something urgent, he will pinch Andrei's shoulder hard, then at least Andrei knows that it is time to fire.

"You mean the French fled too fast? They fled very fast all the time. Andrei replied as he slowly rotated the turret.

"No, it's different, this is the only chance they can stop us. So they can't give up so lightly. Wren looked around and said, "Our sappers have set up pontoon bridges, and they have known about them for a long time. They had two hours to prepare, but they didn't even have a decent return shot. ”

"You mean the tank we killed, doesn't count?" Andrei asked with a snort.

"I can't say it, anyway, I don't have a good hunch. Wren said with a frown.

He removed an MP-44 assault rifle from the stand, checked the bullets in the drum, and tucked the binoculars hanging from his chest into the collar of his clothes. He pulled the bolt and said to Andrei: "Reload the armor-piercing bullet......s! Go up the slope over there and find a hidden place. Adre, you take over the command for the time being, take care to cover me. ”

As he spoke, he took off the intercom and hung it in a convenient position. Two more grenades were picked up from a utility compartment and hung on his jacket pocket.

After he finished explaining the task and was ready, he pushed open the tank hatch and quickly drilled out. Although the French army was retreating, the bullet still hit Wren's side, he jumped out of the tank, found a place to crouch down, squinted his eyes and looked around, only to realize that one of his epaulettes had been blown away by the bullet.

Raising an eyebrow, Wren bent over and ran to a large rock with one breath, where the bodies of two French soldiers lay out, a position abandoned by the French army. He leaned against the stone, took out his binoculars and looked at what he could see, but found nothing suspicious.

Three French soldiers climbed out of the trench not far away, trying to escape. Wren picked up the assault rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger in that direction. "Suddenly, suddenly!" several gunshots rang out, and a puff of white smoke erupted in that place. Three French soldiers fell to the ground and never got up again.

As soon as Wren rolled over, bypassed the large cover rock, and jumped into the trench dug by the French, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he found himself stepping on the corpse of a French soldier whose head had been pierced.

Bending over and weaving through the narrow trenches, he soon came to a T-shaped fork in the road. He leaned against the wall and looked around the other corner, where he saw that the French soldiers were firing fiercely at Tank 112, which was about to cross the river.

Without thinking about it, Accardo put his gun on the wall of the trench, then took a grenade in one hand, pulled the fuse and threw it around the corner. Then he turned around and picked up the gun that was propped up on the ground, and the grenade exploded in the trench behind him, sending out a puff of black smoke and rubble.

He rushed in in the smoke and shot the French soldier on the ground in pain. As he walked on, a French soldier was fleeing in a hurry, he raised his gun, aimed it at the back of the man's heart, and shot the man in the back.

Still not daring to show his head, for fear that the snipers of his own people on the other side would give him a shot, Wren continued to bend down and shuttle through the French trenches, until he found a command post of the French defenders, and then slowed down.

He leaned against the wall of the trench and waited patiently at another bend where there was a firing position of a French mortar, arranged in a trench dug deep out. And on the side is a French army headquarters, which seems to be not small, and there are telephone lines, which is estimated to be an important front-line headquarters. If you count the officers, there are no less than ten French soldiers inside.

Wren didn't think much of it, and swaggered in with his assault rifle. A French soldier with a mortar shell looked at him dumbfounded, unable to utter a word. Wren walked over and fired two shots at him at the sound of the cannon, and he fell reluctantly with wide eyes, blood gushing from his chest.

But he was not alone, for soon a second French soldier fell, and as Wren got closer, more French soldiers spotted the uninvited guest and were ready to draw their guns and return fire, but they were still a step too late. Wren was carrying an MP-44 assault rifle, which was obviously more suitable for trench warfare than the French bolt rifles, and the first French soldier to fall to the ground was not yet dead, and he saw the young man in the German officer's uniform, holding a gun and firing fiercely, knocking over one French soldier after another.

A French officer, who did not have a steel helmet, saw the terrible scene on the mortar position outside, where seven or eight infantrymen had been knocked to the ground. In the midst of the smoke, a young man wearing the uniform of a German armored non-commissioned officer slowly walked over.

The French officer was so frightened that he quickly touched the pistol pinned to his waist, but he was still a step slower, and a French bayonet flew over and plunged directly into his eye. He screamed, covered his face and fell to the ground, then remained motionless.

Several French officers around were stunned, and then hurried to find a place to hide, but the gunshots rang out, and several French officers who had just bent down fell to the ground screaming, leaving only two people who raised their hands in fright.

"Oh my God, I surrender, don't shoot!" a French officer shouted as he raised his hands.

"Two! France...... Officer! I ...... Luck...... OK. Wren said in broken French, "I ...... Ask questions! You ...... Reply. Huh?"

"Okay! Okay, as long as you don't shoot. The two French officers quickly nodded.

Wren walked to the shed, took out a French bayonet from the corpse on the ground, wiped it twice on the corpse's chest, and then stuck a knife on the map on the table, stepped on the chair with one foot, pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the two people and asked: "Why, defense, no reinforcement?"

Wren has trained French, although it is a little weird when he speaks, but there is no problem in understanding military terms, which is also caused by training methods and time, in order to train qualified talents in a short time, Accardo is more inclined to take the test and cramming teaching methods, so there are many dumb Russian and dumb French and dumb English talents in the German army.

"We set traps here, and soon large-caliber artillery will attack the entire river beach...... There are red dots on the map, and these shellings have been calculated to shoot Zhu Yuan......" The French officer led by pointed to the map and stumbled to explain the plans of the French.

"Suddenly!" Wren pulled the trigger and killed the French lieutenant who spoke, and another French officer shouted in fright and begged for mercy: "Oh God! Oh my God! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Please! What else do you want to know? I'll tell you!"

He said...... I...... Don't believe it, that's it...... Simple. You...... Say it again. Wren pointed a gun at the French officer, who had almost gone mad, and continued to ask.

"He's telling the truth! I swear by God! I know so much! Please, don't shoot......" The French officer knelt down for Wren as he cried.

"Suddenly!" Wren pulled the trigger expressionlessly, the MP-44 assault rifle beat the French officer who was still crying and begging a second ago into a sieve, Wren walked over, kicked the still shaking corpse, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I promised that grenadier to kill a few more." And, as you can see, I don't have time to take prisoners. ”

He carefully put away the maps, then walked out with his gun in hand, picked up a grenade from the corpse of a French infantryman who had fallen in the doorway, pulled the fuse and threw it into the command post, and continued to walk out without looking back.

As he walked out of the command post in France, the explosion was heard. He shook the dust off his shoulders, glanced at the half of the epaulettes that had been blown away by the bullet, and as he walked back, he took the iron box from his breast pocket, poured out a piece of chocolate candy and threw it into his mouth. Now he had to get the entire German bridgehead defense out of there, otherwise the French heavy artillery fire would directly destroy the entire beachhead.

But he was still a step too late, and just as he was about to rush back to his tank, the French shelling began. The large-caliber shell pierced the air and howled sharply, and hit directly near the German pontoon, and it happened that the third German Leopard tank drove off the pontoon, but was directly hit by a heavy artillery shell.

In Wrenna's eyes, which finally brought a hint of shock, the turret painted with the number 111 was blown into the sky, and the entire chassis of the tank was twisted and shattered. Then all the surrounding soldiers fell in a pool of blood, followed by a huge explosion, and the shock wave of river sand and water droplets flew out dozens of meters, hitting him in the face, burning and hurting.

However, the French artillery did not run amok for long, because there were still German killer Stuka bombers cruising in the sky. The French heavy artillery exposed itself as soon as it opened fire, so Stuka swooped down, quickly costing the French artillery dearly.

However, the Germans on the river beach were still in shambles, and the Germans lost a tank and more than 30 infantry in an instant.

When Wren returned to his tank, Andrei was silent and did not speak. Wren put the gun on the shelf, and then put on the headphones without saying a word, and inside was the commander of the No. 124 tank shouting over and over again: "Carter......! I can't hear ......"