On December 6, the French army put up the fiercest resistance on the outskirts of Paris.

Shells fell on almost every inch of land, and corpses were piled up in every trench.

The entire battlefield could no longer see anything other than the smoke of gunpowder, and the thick smoke of gunpowder had a foggy effect.

Bullets roamed through the smoke of gunpowder, and dead people were everywhere.

Because the machine guns were so hard and there were too many bullets, the gunfire actually had a windy sound.

As for the shells, they are flying all over the sky. The whistling of shells and explosions did not stop for a moment.

The French army is really resisting with their own flesh and blood, holding grenades and explosives bags to die with the enemy.

Rommel gritted his teeth with a blue face, The Seventh Mountain Division since the Battle of Metz.

Ashi braved the controversy and rebuilt this brave and warlike army by drawing soldiers from various units.

After just a month of reorganization, Ashi couldn't wait to send this unit to Paris.

When he was about to set out for the campaign, Ashie called Rommel to Berlin to give him a face-to-face lecture.

"Erwin, you will take your warriors to Paris. Capture that European capital, and when you have conquered Paris, I will personally go to Paris to surrender and put on you a medal. ”

The Führer's words were still in his ears, but the current situation of the war made Rommel dare not think about such a good thing again.

The French are really defending their capital with their lives!

Almost every French soldier fought for Paris to the last breath and shed the last drop of blood.

Even when the German soldiers passed by the corpses, they were terrified.

Because you don't know which "corpse" will suddenly jump up and pull a grenade or explosive bag in your hand.

Even a lot of guys who have broken their legs and are covered in blood will lie on the ground and pull the last grenade.

The Germans suffered such losses, not once or twice.

After each shelling, when the Germans attacked the French trenches, there would be a fierce white-knuckle battle.

The French are all fighting for their lives, fighting for one to fight for two and earn one.

There were even some people, regardless of the fact that they had comrades around them, and they pulled the grenade on their bodies when they hugged a German soldier.

After a week of fighting, nearly half of his men had been killed or wounded. If this continues, it is estimated that the Seventh Mountain Division will be rebuilt again.

He already had a reputation as a butcher in the army, and his men became more and more distrustful of him.

Many people dare not say it openly, but secretly believe that this person is a close confidant of the Führer to climb to such a high position.

Actually, this guy is just embroidered pillows and is incapable.

Otherwise, why would the team he led always suffer so badly?

Rommel was helpless, he had been helpless since the attack on France. The tasks assigned to him were all the most difficult.

The Battle of Metz, a group of pillboxes left over from the Middle Ages.

And the fortress of the era of smoothbore guns!

These things are designed to kill people, and although they are a little old, they are ...... The power is really small.

The French army could not hold out with this, and Rommel could not have minimized the casualties in any case.

If the Führer hadn't brought in the Ming Dynasty's giant mortar, Rommel would have been able to break through even if he died in Metz.

Ay......! There's no way around it, even if it's a different person, maybe it's not as good as it is on your own.

"Division commander, the second battalion of the 506th Regiment went up, and more than half of the casualties were lost. The French still held on! The chief of staff reluctantly hung up the phone and said to Rommel.

"Damn it!" Rommel slammed the table.

The second battalion of the 506th Regiment was already the last fully formed unit in his hands. Rommel had always been used as a reserve, but he didn't expect to think that the French troops in the opposite position would not work.

But after being dispatched, more than half of the casualties still retreated.

"Damn, the French can't even supply ammunition, how can they still fight so hard." Rommel looked at the map viciously.

In front of him was a semi-sloped plateau, and the French held the position at the top of the slope, which was considered to have taken advantage of the geographical advantage.

No matter how the Germans attacked, they were attacking from the back.

Again, this was the result of the French shells hitting about the same, and if the French now had enough shells, Rommel would not even have had a chance to get close to the opposing position.

"One more attack, I'll take people with me personally. The 3rd Battalion of the 506th Regiment was ordered to prepare, and the guard company followed me. Rommel gritted his teeth, picked up a rifle from the ground, checked its chamber, and walked out with it.

"Divisional commander! Teachers! Teachers......! Seeing that the division commander was in a hurry, the chief of staff hurriedly stopped him, but saw that Rommel had already walked out.

"You stay at the division headquarters, if I die, you will be the division commander!

That's an order! Rommel's voice came from outside the door.

The chief of staff had no choice, after all, there was still someone left behind in the division headquarters.

Rommel reached the 3rd battalion of the 506th regiment!

The 3rd Battalion also experienced a major battle, but the casualties were not too great. One company was beaten and half of it was left, but the other two didn't even lose much.

Most importantly, Rommel brought his own company of guards.

In each unit, the division commander's guard company was equipped with the finest light weapons.

Moreover, the personnel are all capable personnel drawn from various companies.

Rommel transferred some troops from the first battalion of the 506th Regiment and strengthened it to a company of the third battalion.

Now, this battalion has four companies. And it's the division commander who is in command!

This is already the highest configuration of the German army.

After the troops were put in order, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

On the positions on both flanks, there was constant sound of artillery. Obviously, the troops are on the offensive with their lives.

The first unit to storm Paris, the honor was too tempting.

This time, Rommel did not order the preparation of artillery fire.

After so many days of fighting, the place that should have been bombed has long been blown up.

Even if there are dead ends, there are few places.

Moreover, the preparation of artillery fire was tantamount to sounding the alarm for the French army.

Let them hide in the shelters, and as soon as the artillery stops, they will rush out and shoot.

In the dark, Rommel ordered the troops to crawl close to the enemy positions.

After several days of fighting, the attack was full of corpses. The mines that should have been trampled have already been crossed, and there is basically no risk of stepping on them.

The soldiers crawled forward in the darkness, squirming.

The French army is really short of supplies, if at this time a flare is lifted into the air. The crawling Germans will definitely be spotted, and another mortar fire will come at a rapid fire.

The Germans in dense formations were bound to suffer heavy casualties!

But the French had no flares, and at this time they could only rely on the soldiers to see with their eyes.

But tonight it was cloudy, and the light of the moon could not be seen through.

In front of the French army was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The French army, which had been fighting for a day, had no reserves at all. Now on the position, the number has been messed up.

The people around you may be stragglers from another division or another army.

Even cooks, grooms, orderlies, telephone soldiers, and other people who do not usually go to the battlefield, are now being sent to the battlefield.

Everyone knows that France is already on the verge of collapse.

But everyone felt that if the Germans wanted to enter the capital of their homeland, they had to step over themselves.

A day of hard work has exhausted everyone. Moreover, these people did not receive any supplies for a whole day.

Even lack of drinking water.

Everyone has concentrated the water to the machine gunner, Makqin is a big drinker, and if he doesn't feed this guy, the heavy fire on the position Makqin may lie down at any time.

In the evening, after a small sip of water. Everyone huddles together in twos and threes to keep warm!

There were still people who were interested in singing last night, but no one is in the mood for this tonight.

Everyone was starving to death, and some people even started gnawing on their belts.

The belt with a strong salty smell is chewed very slowly. It often takes a lot of effort to tear off a small piece.

I wanted to swallow it in one gulp, but I instinctively chewed it in my mouth.

When there is something to chew in the mouth, the hunger pang becomes less noticeable.

After one man did this, there was a second, a third, and soon a sound similar to a chirp sounded from the French position.

The sentry was also infected by this sound, lowered his head, unbuckled his belt, put it in his mouth and tried to chew it.

When he looked up, he saw a man wearing a German-style helmet.

Before he could open his mouth to shout, a dagger pierced his throat.

The stab was so ferocious that the dagger stabbed the cervical vertebrae and severed the vocal cords.

With a sharp pull and slash of the dagger, half of the neck was cut off.

Hot blood gushed out in an instant.

Sprayed the German soldiers on the opposite side with their heads and faces!

Ignoring the French soldier who was clutching his neck with both hands and spurting blood from his mouth. German soldiers jumped into the trenches, and at the same time dozens of German soldiers emerged from the darkness.

They got into the French trenches with pistols in one hand and daggers in the other.

Soon, chaos became in the trenches. Gunshots, screamers, grenade explosions come and go!

"The Germans are coming!"

"The Germans are coming!"

The French soldier screamed and ran out of the anti-artillery hole, and as soon as the first person came out, a loud bang sounded in the anti-artillery hole behind him.

The huge explosion wave directly knocked the first French soldier out of the anti-artillery hole.

A German soldier pounced and plunged the dagger in his hand directly into the chest of the Frenchman.

One, two, three......! The German soldier was inserted until the veteran behind him pulled him away.

The French soldier's chest had been stabbed by him and covered in blood.

Blood was pouring out, and the Frenchman's eyes were straight, and he slipped against the wall of the trench and sat down on the ground.

"Don't waste time, deal with the next bomb hole." The German veteran snorted in a low voice and walked forward with the German soldier.

The French soldier lying on the ground pulled out his hand with difficulty and pulled the grenade hanging from his waist.

"Boom......!"

The sudden attack made the French really panic.

Some of the French soldiers began to scurry around like headless flies, and they couldn't tell the direction in the dark.

Some of them, who couldn't tell the direction clearly, ran towards the German soldiers.

Rommel was confronted by a French soldier who was shouting in terror with a bayonet rifle in his hand.

Without time to hesitate, Rommel stood on the spot, took a step forward, and stabbed forward with the rifle in his hand.

The bayonet stabbed deep into the French soldier's body, and Rommel held the barrel of the gun with both hands, and the weight and strength of his body pressed against the gun.

Pressed by this force, the French soldier's stomach was suddenly opened.

The intestines spilled, and the man immediately fell to the ground.

Unable to catch his breath, Rommel stepped over the wailing Frenchman and hurried forward.

In the trench, a French soldier had just come out of the bomb hole and was looking up.

Rommel gave him a shot head-on, which was hitting him in the head. The scorching bullet swept the skull off in one fell swoop, and the white, white, yellow, and yellow skull flew to the side, and brains and blood spurted far away.

Without saying a word, Rommel rushed to the anti-artillery hole, and his hands did not stop at all. The grenade ripped off the string and threw it into the anti-gun hole.

"Boom......!" Two screams came from inside the anti-artillery hole.

A French soldier jumped out of the air and crawled slowly on the ground.

Rommel ignored him, and his heavy leather boots stomped on his head, stomping the French soldier's head into the muddy water.

The French soldier immediately slashed with his hands, but failed to grasp Rommel's clothes.

Rifle bullets shoot non-stop, as long as they encounter anti-gun holes. Pull out the grenade and throw it inside, regardless of whether there is anyone in it or not.

Running and running, Rommel saw a dark figure jumping in front of him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rommel raised his hand and shot it.

That man fell in response!

"Mom! Mom! ……！ Rommel was about to make up for another shot, but he didn't expect the man on the ground to be shot screaming in German.

Rommel ran over and saw that it was a German soldier.

One of his feet was gone, and blood and yellow bone marrow were dripping down the wound.

He was shot in the stomach, and his gray-green military coat was wet with blood.

"I ...... I didn't mean to, I thought you were French. Rommel saw that it was his own people, and he seemed a little at a loss.

"Divisional commander......! I hurt so much, it hurts so much! Mom! ......" The soldier recognized Rommel and, after shouting twice, began to call for his mother again.

Through the faint light of the explosion, Rommel saw a young face that did not speak well.

This little guy is at most eighteen years old, and maybe even sixteen or fifteen!

"You hold on, I'll go find someone." After Rommel had said a word, he ran to the paramedics.

This search, I found the dawn.

When Rommel arrived with the paramedics, he found that the soldier was already dead.

Blue eyes stared at the sky wide, but his chest didn't rise or fall in the slightest.

His face was frighteningly white, and the dirt beneath him was soaked with blood.

Rommel closed his eyes in pain, he had done his best. He searched for a night and finally found the medics.

"Inform the Chief of Staff that we have occupied the French positions and let him order the troops behind to follow.

With Paris in front of us, we march into the European capital. Rommel sat on the ground, gasping for air.