Napoleon held the telegram from Meula in his hand, and his heart sank.

Marseille is France's most important port in the Mediterranean, and there is no such thing as it. It was only more than 600 kilometers away from Paris, which was not too far for the Ming army.

As long as the Ming army gained a foothold in Marseille, it was a nail wedged into the flesh of the French.

It can be said that as long as Marseille falls, it is only a matter of time before Paris falls.

"Hold off on attack!" After weighing it again, Napoleon sighed helplessly.

He knew that this was a taboo for soldiers, but he couldn't help it. He was already preparing to send a few divisions back to strengthen the French mainland.

At least on the Mediterranean coast of France, it is necessary to guard it to the death.

After the Ming army defeated the British army and wiped out the Voronezh salient. The southern front presents an eerie calm!

If in the past, such a brilliant victory.

Da Ming will definitely take the opportunity to continue to tear apart the coalition defense line, and then intersperse with the rear of the coalition army.

Fight until you take advantage of it, and the strength is unsustainable.

But now that the two sides are strictly guarding their own fronts, the small units of the Ming army have also turned into artillery fire.

Relying on artillery raids, eliminate some coalition units.

Other than that, there was no further action.

The southern front has stopped, and the northern front is really a desperate fight.

Ding San lay on his stomach in the shell crater, and the scorching crater made his hair curly.

But he still held a sniper rifle and lay motionless.

Ahead, Ming tanks were leading the infantry charge.

The line of charges was dense, all huddled behind the tanks.

Makqin's bullets can be seen, shooting fire on the turret of the tank.

The ricocheting bullets flew everywhere and landed on the ground with a "poof" and "poof" sound.

Makqin can't hurt the tank, let alone the three-type tank, even if it's a type of tank, it's difficult to hurt the slightest.

The worst thing is that kind of eight-eight cannon!

This is the artillery that the Prussians rely on for survival, which can hit planes and tanks on the bottom, and can be called a universal cannon.

Even the latest Type 4 tank is enough to drink a pot of water in a head-on hit.

The scope locks onto both sides of the tank, especially the craters or trenches at the front of the hull.

Suddenly, a Prussian soldier burst out of the trench.

The bag of explosives under the armpit was "hissing" and "hissing" and emitting green smoke.

"Bang!" Almost at the same time as he came out, Ding San pulled the trigger.

At a distance of five hundred meters, a sniper bullet struck him in the shoulder with a powerful inertia.

"!" Ding San pulled the bolt to push the bullet and reloaded a bullet.

It was clearly aimed at the chest just now, and this guy jumped up too fast.

The 12.7 mm bullet knocked the Prussian soldier off the shoulder.

Blood burst out and sprayed all over the ground, and the white snow was shockingly red.

The Prussian soldier was also a tough guy, with an explosive bag in his mouth, and he struggled to lie on the ground with the only remaining arm.

This is a ten-kilogram explosive package, and if it explodes under the tank, the people inside the tank will be shocked to death.

Ding San aimed and fired another shot, which hit him directly in the waist.

Twelve .7 mm bullets, the whole cut this Prussian soldier in half.

The back half of the two thighs were taken out by inertia.

The blood flowed more, like a fountain of blood spurting out from the ground.

It's just that this blood fountain can't last, so it won't spray for three or two seconds.

The Prussian soldier still used his remaining arm, squeezing hard, trying to continue crawling.

But without the help of his feet, he couldn't climb out at all.

"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and the explosive pack exploded a few meters away from the tank.

The explosion sent up a cloud of smoke and smoke, and the black smoke carried the Prussian soldier back to his hometown of Bavaria.

This is another way for the Prussian army to deal with tanks, the Warrior Charge!

Dare to do this lifeless person, all of them are deadly guys.

They are usually finished with the Daming tank!

But one person to put together a tank is worth it in the eyes of everyone, including themselves.

On the battlefield, human life is not valuable.

Ding San hurriedly put away the sniper rifle and carried it to a crater more than 30 meters ahead.

You can't stay in a crater for too long, or you'll get mortar shells.

It wasn't very accurate, but the salvo was scary.

If you don't keep it, a hair will fall on you, and you won't have a chance to regret it at that time.

Sure enough, as soon as Ding San ran into the crater, a dull explosion sounded behind him.

And not one, but a dozen.

The shell crater where he had just hid was shrouded in a cloud of gunsmoke.

On the battlefield ahead, more than a dozen Ming tanks fired guns in a row and advanced forward.

"Phew!" A cannonball hits the turret and is deflected off by the tortoise's lid-like turret.

This is not an eight-eight gun, but a seventy-millimeter infantry gun.

This kind of infantry cannon barrel is too short, and the invading ability is very small, and it cannot penetrate the round turret of the Type 3 tank.

The tank is fine, but Ding San is fine.

The ricocheting bomb fell directly five or six meters in front of Ding San's body, and the "boom" shell exploded.

directly shook Ding San to his head, and shrapnel flew "whoosh" and "whoosh" on his head!

Fortunately, it got into the crater, otherwise it would have been a sieve now.

"!"

Ding San spat out the soil in his mouth.

Re-set up the sniper rifle and aim at the suspicious craters and foxholes in front of the tank.

The old monkey bent over and followed the back of the tank.

The exhaust fumes from the tank smoked the old monkey into disgust.

But even so, he still followed behind the tank butt.

This is the safest position, and no one else can grab it.

It's disgusting on the battlefield, it's a good thing not to eat guns.

Above the head, a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun, hit abruptly.

Bullet casings kept falling from the tank and smashed on the old monkey's head several times.

This is a heavy machine gun indicating the target, firing at everything suspicious.

The first was to suppress the Prussian army machine guns, and the other was to find the hiding place of the 88 guns.

"Whew!" A point of light shot from the opposite woods and flew past the turret of the tank.

The tank commander shouted in horror: "Eighty-eight guns! ”

A few tracer bullets followed and hit the 88 artillery positions in the forest.

Almost immediately, more than a dozen tanks opened fire on the place where the tracer bullet was pointing.

Columns of smoke from shell explosions came and went, and finally, more explosions occurred.

A series of muffled explosions, and even shells were blown into the sky and exploded.

Ammunition is gone!

This eight-eight cannon is finished.

The tankers breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts!

The 88 guns are firmly in the ranks of the number one killer of Daming tanks!

The smoke-emitting tanks behind him were all masterpieces of eight or eight guns.

Once destroyed by the 88 guns, the flames coming out of the tank can be as high as five or six meters.

The invulnerable tank has become an iron coffin for the soldiers.

The ammunition inside exploded, and even the turret could blow up.

With it, many infantry were directly stoned to death in the back.

The tanks roared on the ground, and the sky resounded with the roar of Stuka.

Stuka flew fiercely in the sky, and their purpose was to attract the attack of the eight or eight cannons.

As soon as the Eight Eight Cannons fired, the Stuka in the sky would immediately pounce on him like a shark that smelled blood.

After a bomb, the cannon was gone.

Stuka, who had been bombed through, began to lower his altitude and fired recklessly at the Prussian positions below.

Twelve-seven-millimeter bullets were in a string, whipping the ground.

The people on the ground were beaten to the point that they were on their backs!

Hearing this cry of death, the Prussian soldiers burrowed into the anti-artillery holes early.

The tanks finally rushed fifty or sixty meters, and the infantry began to drill out from behind the tanks and rush to the trenches of the Prussian army.

Stuka flew away, and at this distance they could not drop bombs or strafe them, because they would injure their own people if they were not careful.

This was also the only chance for the Prussian army to repel the Ming people.

At the urging of the whistle, the soldiers got out of cover, pulled out grenades, and threw them out without looking at the target.

With the sound of a grenade exploding, the Prussians poked their heads out, their rifles set on fire at the sight of a figure.

Even though many people were hit by tank machine guns, many more were successfully shot.

At a distance of fifty or sixty meters, the marksmanship is amazingly accurate.

More than a dozen Ming soldiers were immediately knocked to the ground, and the rest were all lying on the ground, throwing grenades while crawling towards the Prussian positions.

"Ah......h

Leaning against the tank in one of the nearest trenches, suddenly a burning man burst out.

This is the victim of the Molotov cocktail, the flames are steaming with black smoke, and the people inside the flames let out a terrible howl.

This guy didn't have a gun in his hand, but he was clutching a blaster.

Before everyone could react, they howled and rushed towards the Ming tank.

A tank that had rushed too far ahead became the target, and the Burning Man scurried underneath the tank and slipped straight into it.

"Boom!" The massive steel body of the tank shook for a moment, and then lay still on its stomach.

"Rush Rush!" The old monkey threw a grenade at the front.

Taking advantage of the smoke of the explosion, he ran more than ten meters ahead.

As soon as he lay down, several bullets flew over his head.

The war of artillery shells turned into a war of grenades and rifles.

The distance is near, and the casualties are beginning to increase uncontrollably.

The old monkey rolled over into the trench, regardless of whether there was anyone or not.

The Arca rifle in his hand swept half a shuttle to this side, and then half a shuttle to that side.

With an Acre rifle on his shoulder, he searched the trenches with a grenade in one hand and a box gun in the other.

Encountering a turn, the grenade was torn apart and thrown over.

After an explosion, before the smoke cleared, the box cannon fired at the figure inside the smoke.

The soldiers behind him saw that the company commander was so fierce, and immediately swarmed forward, and the sound of grenades and rifles rang out.

rushed out of the trench for a long time, and when he came to the last turn, the old monkey king touched his waist but felt empty.

The grenades are gone!

Gritting his teeth, the Arca rifle changed its magazine.

Stick the gun out and sweep it out.

After sweeping, he picked up the box cannon and rushed out.

It was a machine-gun emplacement, machine gun parts shattered to the ground, and two bloody corpses were overturned outside the trench.

It would seem, mortar shells came before themselves.

Sitting weakly in the trench, all his strength seemed to be drained all at once.

The gunfire on the positions became quieter and quieter, and the old monkey knew that the Prussians were almost finished.

The casualties in this battle must have been very large, damn it, I didn't expect the Prussians to be so difficult.

Much more difficult than the French!

Li Xiao took the telegram from the front in his hand and looked at the map again.

As I imagined, the Prussians were tenacious and warlike.

After a day of attack, the casualties of the sharp knife company at the front reached sixty percent.

It was only with the blessing of superior firepower and tanks that it was only possible to gnaw away a few strongholds of the outer defense line of Vyazma.

"The Prussians were hard to fight, and their fighting spirit was far superior to that of the French.

The sharp knife knocked down two positions in a row, and there was not a single living person to be seen.

All the soldiers, held out until the last moment.

There were even wounded people who carried grenades and loaded corpses, and when our troops were not paying attention, they blew themselves up to kill and injure our soldiers. ”

Stilwell also had the telegram in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

They thought that the Prussians would be more difficult to fight, but they did not expect it to be so difficult.

"The more difficult it is to fight, the more we have to fight, our soldiers can't always pick up soft persimmons and pinch them.

I'm used to fighting with the wind, and if I really encounter a tough battle in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to persevere. ”

Li Xiao doesn't care!

From the Liao army to the Ming army, these people under his command fought too many battles with the wind.

It takes some hard work and hard fighting to temper it, and the steel knife is not sharp, and it is only known if it has been cut.

"Fortunately, there was no movement on the southern front, and Napoleon had no intention of attacking.

Aerial reconnaissance, some of their troops even showed signs of withdrawing into the country. ”

"That's not going to work! The southern front must be pressed, and Napoleon cannot be allowed to run. Hearing that Napoleon had the intention of withdrawing his troops, Li Xiao immediately became solemn.

"Marshal, but our troops on the southern front ......!" Stilwell hesitated, the Southern Front was only one-fifth the strength of the coalition forces.

Tank and heavy artillery fire, again not as much as on the Northern Front.

It really provoked Napoleon's desperate attack, and whether it could withstand it is really two words.

"This battle is not to be won!

Rather, it was to destroy the backbone of the resistance of the entire Europeans.

To be exact, to take out their ability to resist.

What is the ability to resist? It's human resources! ”

Li Xiao clenched his fists.

Stilwell shuddered as a terrifying image appeared in his mind.

"If we defeat and then slaughter, then hatred will blindfold Europeans.

Our grandchildren, grandchildren, grandchildren, it is impossible to reconcile.

This deal is not cost-effective.

Only when people are eliminated on the battlefield, the history books will only record what merits, and there will be no invective.

It's a difference in reputation, and it's a real need.

I believe that when the news of the second child's successful landing in Marseille reached Napoleon, he actually did not want to fight.

But how can he do it if he doesn't fight, it doesn't matter if he wants to fight or not.

The important thing is that I want to fight! ”

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