"Bombardment! Keep bombarding!"

"The French army is already attacking the mountain, fully cooperate with them!"

The American captain looked at the French battalion attacking like a madman, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

「yes，sir！」

The U.S. tanks quickly fine-tuned their muzzles, and one by one the barrels aimed at the defensive positions on the hillside at the maximum elevation angle.

"Bang-"

In an instant, the US tank exploded, the heavy tank body shook backwards, and one shell after another spun and flew out at high speed.

"Whoa—"

"Boom! Rumble! Boom!"

Countless fires erupted on the hillside, the blazing flames lit up many dead branches, and the air was twisted and blurred by the blazing heat.

After the bombardment, the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment got up in disgrace, and many of them were choking on the smoke and coughing again and again.

"Damn, when did we have such armored troops, Lao Tzu also broke through and killed them!"

Yu Congrong picked up the slightly damaged heavy machine gun and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Yes, we have our own ...... Advanced Armored Forces!"

Wu Qianli clenched his fists and said with a firm gaze.

"Captain, they're coming!"

Pinghe set up his sniper rifle and reminded loudly.

In the distance, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Countless figures of French soldiers appeared, and they rushed upwards like crazy in a charging posture.

In the rear of the French army, Ralph brandished a pistol, encouraging the soldiers of the French battalion to charge.

"Guys, remember General Napoleon's glorious 'Battle of the Three Emperors'?"

"The warriors of France won more with less, and smashed the crown of the Emperor of Austria with their guns!"

"Today, we are also going to use guns and cannons to smash the prestige that the squadron has just established in the Far East!"

Ralph's face flushed with excitement, his vocal cords ached, and he struggled to keep up.

"Long live Napoleon! Long live France!"

The soldiers of the French battalion cheered excitedly, but still attacked according to tactics, with the best route and spacing.

On the hillside

"Brother, these foreign devils are crazy, aren't they?"

"It was obviously ambushed, but it turned out to be like a big advantage."

Wu Wanli looked at the high morale of the French army and said with some surprise.

"Hahahaha...... It seems that my conjecture must be correct, this is the French foreign battalion, the 'madman army!'"

Wu Qianli smiled and said in his heart.

"Comrades, the opportunity to make a contribution has come, give me a hard beating!"

Wu Qianli set up the submachine gun, swept a shuttle, and shouted.

With his order, countless gunfire instantly lit up on the silent position, and dense bullets erupted.

In the face of the sudden firepower, the French soldiers in the front row were directly torn apart, and their bodies exploded into pools of blood clots.

But the French army behind did not have the slightest fear, but more carefully lowered their bodies and attacked along the cover towards the mountain.

"It's time to get to the mountainside, set up a firing point, and counter-suppress their fire!"

Seeing that the casualties were too large, Ralph hurriedly ordered adjustments.

Soon, some French troops found cover, set up light machine guns, and fired at the positions above to coordinate the attack.

The 7th Regiment was facing the attack of the opposite side with steady point fire, and there was a slight gap in the firepower network, and some French troops took the opportunity to charge.

"Commander, if this continues, they will soon be able to attack."

"Their forces are still sufficient, and they must be consumed again, otherwise the casualties in the direct white-knuckle battle will be too great."

Mei Sheng looked at the French soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and hurriedly reminded.

"Don't worry, commander, give the reconnaissance battalion five minutes, and after five minutes, I guarantee that the machine guns of these foreign devils are all silent."

Pinghe calculated a little and hurriedly protected it

Sermon.

"Three minutes."

Wu Qianli listened to the sound of soldiers on the battlefield constantly falling, looked down with cold eyes, and said firmly

"Three minutes?"

Pinghe frowned a little embarrassed, not daring to respond directly.

"Add me, three minutes, kill all the fire points!"

Wu Qianli replied expressionlessly, and raised his sniper rifle, locking on to a target.

Unaware, the locked French soldier thought he had found excellent cover and opened fire indiscriminately.

He was in a particularly good position, with a misshapen boulder in the way, and the gun was shot right out of the gap, and the vital points were all in the shooting corner.

According to the shaking of the gun's flames, Wu Qianli locked the position of the French army and aimed directly at the boulder.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew out, and smoke and dust exploded from the gap in the boulder, and the bullet was deeply embedded in the stone.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wu Qianli did not hesitate, and fired three more shots in a row, and the bullet accurately hit the bullet hole just now.

The last one pierced through the boulder and hit the French machine gunner's head with precision, and a white mist of blood splashed next to the boulder.

"This ......"

Pinghe looked at the dumb fire point in the distance, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Commander, after this battle, you must teach me."

Pinghe eagerly glanced at Wu Qianli, and quickly joined the sniper battle.

Not long after, the sniper guns of the reconnaissance battalion rang out one after another, each time killing a French soldier as if it were a death sentence.

Exactly three minutes later, the light machine guns of the French battalion were all silent.

No soldier dared to continue to make up for it, after all, the survival rate with a machine gun was already lower than that of a charge.

"General, Mr. Captain is sending a radio."

"He said that the U.S. military could carry out the last round of artillery bombardment, and he hoped that we would back off for the time being."

"When the bombing is over, take the position of the squadron in one go."

A French non-commissioned officer whispered in Ralph's ear.

"Retreat?"

Ralph looked at the position that was almost a short distance away, and became a little unwilling.

According to his original prediction, at this time, they will have another round of rockets, and they can take the opportunity to kill the position.

But he didn't expect the sniper on the opposite side to be so ruthless, especially the shot that pierced the boulder reported below, he almost thought it was a lie.

"Bazooka cover, back for now."

Ralph watched more and more soldiers fall to the ground, gritted his teeth and ordered.

The French non-commissioned officer nodded hurriedly and conveyed the order.

Soon, many French soldiers raised their bazookas, pulled the trigger, and the rockets flew out.

Taking advantage of the rockets that were blooming on all sides of the position of the Seventh Regiment, the French soldiers hurriedly retreated.

"Okay, these foreign devils have finally been repelled by us."

Wu Wanli looked at the back of the French army and said with a smile.

"Hit back, I guess it's time to call for artillery support."

"Commander, at this distance, you can gamble, kill it, and fight in a mess."

Yu Congrong was a little anxious, and persuaded very quickly.

"Lei Gong, use half of the artillery fire to seal their retreat for me."

"The rest of the mortars are all filled with smoke bombs to cover the tank fire of the American devils."

"Other comrades, get on the bayonet!"

"Kill me!"

Wu Qianli did not hesitate at all, directly loaded the bayonet, and was the first to rush out of the position.

"Kill!"

The fighters of the 7th Regiment raised their bayonets, quickly jumped out of the position, and rushed down the hill to kill.

"The head of the regiment said that he would leave all these turtle sons here!"

"Anti-infantry bombardment and smoke grenades are prepared in batches, and the artillery is fired!"

Lei Gong roared angrily, and his right hand was fierce

Swing down. Look at the book

Just now, the French army attacked the mountain, and they have been holding back, waiting for this moment.

The soldiers of the artillery battalion, who had been prepared for a long time, picked up the shells and quickly stuffed them into their chambers.

"Bang! Boom! Bang!"

Rows of mortars burst into flames, and the muffled sound of cannon discharges was incessant.

For a time, white smoke dispersed from the artillery camp position.

"Go on!"

"I'm going to beat them up! Don't give them a respite!"

Lei Gong personally picked up a cannonball and shouted loudly.

When the soldiers of the artillery battalion heard this, they didn't care about choking on the white smoke, and continued to quickly stuff the shells into the mortars again.

"Bang! Boom! Bang!"

After the muffled sound, the second round of shells shot into the sky again.

At this time, none of the shells of the first round had completely fallen

As a result, two small black dots in mid-air fell rapidly, and exploded in succession with almost no intervals.

"Boom! Rumble! Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded in the rear of the French battalion, and the orange-red flames that rose up were more than two meters high, and countless French battalion soldiers were directly devoured.

Not only that, but a mortar shell fell straight down, right near Ralph.

"Not good! Protect the General!"

Several French soldiers pounced on Ralph and knocked him to the ground.

"Boom!"

The cannonballs exploded very quickly, and countless fragments flew in all directions with extremely strong potential energy.

"Damn ......"

"If it weren't for the American-style weapons sent by these U.S. troops, how could the squadron have such strong artillery fire......

Ralph pushed away the corpses that were pressed against him with difficulty, and looked at the dense fragments on the backs of these soldiers, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

He looked ahead with angry eyes, only to see clouds of smoke rising from the battlefield.

"Assault battalion company, grenades!"

In the white mist, Wu Qianli carried a bayonet, charged forward quickly, and shouted.

"Yes!"

Wu Wanli and the soldiers of the first company of the assault battalion drew their grenades one after another and threw them in front of the smoke.

The company, with Wu Wanli as the company commander, all selected the experts in throwing grenades in the army, and all of them had amazing arm strength.

Soon, the grenades spun and flew out.

The soldiers of the French battalion had just recovered from the bombardment, looking at the white fog, and before they could react to what was going on, countless grenades emitting white smoke fell beside them.

"Lie down! Hidden!"

Seeing this, Ralph hurriedly reminded loudly.

However, it was too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers of the French battalion in the front were swallowed up by the explosion one after another, and suffered heavy losses.

Before the smell of gunpowder from the grenade explosion dissipated, Wu Qianli and the others, who were as red-eyed as a killing god, entered the French battalion.

"Die!"

Wu Qianli roared angrily and lifted the dark red military thorn and stabbed it out.

"Click—"

The body of a French battalion soldier who had just gotten up instantly softened, and the gun in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Wu Qianli clenched the handle of the gun and quickly drew the knife, scarlet blood splattered all over.

He didn't hesitate at all, his eyes stared straight ahead, and he rushed forward straight.

A French non-commissioned officer pretended to be dead and fell to the ground, quietly picked up his gun, and was about to aim it at Wu Qianli.

"Fuck, dare to sneak attack?"

Wu Qianli drew his pistol and immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After firing three shots in succession, the French soldier was shot in multiple places, and red blood flowed down the blood hole.

At this moment, another Frenchman viciously raised his bayonet and stabbed Wu Qianli in the side.

"Bell!"

After a loud crash of steel, the stabbing French soldier staggered

Take a few steps back, revealing an incredulous look.

"Grandma, this black-skinned devil is really strong!"

Yu Congrong endured the pain of the slight crack in the tiger's mouth, gathered all his strength at one point, and penetrated the heart of the French soldier fiercely.

"Ahh

The French soldiers screamed miserably, and finally fell unwillingly, and their eyes were still staring at Yu Congrong viciously before they died.

In this way, Yu Congrong and Wu Wanli protected Wu Qianli's flanks, and as the tip of the Seventh Regiment, they rushed to the front.

The other soldiers of the Seventh Regiment were greatly encouraged, and one by one they excitedly joined the "sharp knife" assault and entered the depths of the French camp at once.

By this time, the soldiers of the French battalion finally panicked.

They subconsciously retreated, and the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment also took the opportunity to kill deeper and deeper.

The soldiers of the Seventh Regiment of Ganggang worked in a group of three or three, completely handed over their backs to their companions, and constantly cooperated to strangle the enemy.

The original assassination ability of the French army was not weak, but it was just chaotic in the bombing.

finally reacted, and was blown up by a grenade again, and Wu Qianli and the others, who were like wolves and tigers, tore apart their military formation.

Now, some of the soldiers of the French battalion have been scattered and can only resist alone.

But in such an unequal fight, the decline of the French battalion has become more and more obvious.

It didn't take long for Ralph to see Wu Qianli carrying a blood-red bayonet, approaching step by step.

"General, quickly retreat, the squadron is coming, and it will be too late if you don't leave."

A French non-commissioned officer said anxiously as he helped Ralph.

"Retreat? Huh."

"Believe it or not, we didn't have long since we retreated before we had to be blown up in a mess."

Ralph sneered and rejected the order to retreat.

"Woohoo—"

As soon as he finished speaking, another round of mortar shells flew behind them.

"Boom!"

Several French soldiers who had sneaked away were killed on the spot before they could scream.

"This ......"

"General, the squadron has blocked our retreat, what should we do now?"

The French non-commissioned officer looked at the dark artillery craters behind him and asked in a panic.

"What's the panic, the French warriors are not afraid of Verdun, are they afraid that they will not succeed?"

"What we have to do now is not to collapse, hold them back, and gamble that our reinforcements will arrive first."

"As long as the reinforcements arrive three minutes first, the outcome of the battle can be determined!"

"Warriors of France, kill me!"

Ralph snatched the bayonets of the soldiers beside him and joined the battlefield with the last of the French battalion's fresh troops.

When the soldiers of the French battalion saw that the rear road had been cut off and that the general had also gone up, they were red-eyed one by one and rekindled their will to fight.

"Kill!"

With the shouting of slaughter, the two waves of troops collided fiercely, and the white snow was stained red with blood.