Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 7: Iron and Fire (Part 2)
On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the **** of death is fair to every soldier, and he never takes sides. When the artillery shells of the French army fell on the head of the German tank like raindrops, the powerful **** gently flapped its pair of dark wings and landed over the German army. It grinned and placed its sharp sickle around the necks of the soldiers who were still offering sacrifices to it a quarter of an hour ago.
This greedy **** is never satisfied with the amount of blood. The groans of the dying are its appetizers, and the broken limbs are its desserts. All life, noble or humble, brave Still cowardly, they are all its hunting targets. The German army shed its first blood in this battle.
"No. 342 was hit, my God. Poor Fendik."
When the gunpowder from the bomb exploded, the driver Rawick shouted loudly.
Tank No. 342 is in the center of the first row of the formation. The French must have regarded it as the command vehicle of the German tank group. It was immediately submerged by French artillery shells. No one could tell how many 75mm shells it had hit. The tank and its crew became the dust of history in an instant.
"Attention everyone, spread out the formation. One row and two rows to the left, four rows to the right, and three rows follow me. Advance in a battle formation, not in a straight line, all attack forward! Assault!" Ned yelled desperately at the communicator.
Now his heart is full of regret, and he finally realizes what a fatal mistake he has made, how stupid his command to distance himself from the enemy is. He has brought himself and those brave subordinates into a dangerous situation, at this distance he cannot bring harm to the enemy, and the opponent can obviously destroy himself easily. If you don't get rid of the current situation as soon as possible, there must be a bottomless abyss waiting for yourself and this company.
"Fire! Don't stop! Attack, attack, disrupt the opponent's actions! Don't let them have a chance to target us!"
Snyder gave the order loudly, and then he pushed the top hatch and stood on the control tower. Now he can no longer care about personal safety, as long as he can save his company, he is willing to pay any price now.
"Go to my right flank in three rows and shoot at the tanks in the middle of the opponent. It doesn't matter whether you can hit or not. Don't slow down, get full power!"
Snyder stood on the control tower and roared loudly, staring at the French tanks on the opposite side with a telescope in his hand. His company has now dispersed, and under the leadership of their respective platoon leaders, they have formed a small three-car or four-caravan form, roaring towards the French army.
For Snyder, distance is life now, and he must enter an effective attack range before French tanks can destroy him one by one. Although he still doesn't know how far this distance is, one hundred meters or fifty meters, but he believes that he can always find the answer, but before that, he must ensure that he can reach that distance alive.
"One row and two rows, spread out a little bit and keep the current speed. Their 75mm gun is fixed. Don't let them have a chance to aim at you." Snyder put down the telescope.
His car was passing by the burning wreckage of the No. 342 tank. Snyder turned his head and looked at the destroyed tank. The once awe-inspiring No. 4 tank can only be described as horrible now. The entire front armor burst from the edge of its welding line, and the additional armor plate fastened with a nut twisted and landed in front of the front of the car. . The track has been broken, and the escape door on the side of the car body has disappeared, leaving only a large opening that is emitting flames.
Several sturdy road wheels have been broken from the shock absorber and scattered around the wreckage. The car body was squeaked by the fire, and the exploded ammunition kept bursting in the car body, thick Black smoke mixed with bright red flames tumbling up into the sky, and the air was filled with the stench emitted by the burning of rubber and corpses.
342’s turret was thrown away from the body by a violent explosion, and fell to the ground in the mud next to the car body. Various debris in the turret was scattered on the ground, and one scorched one was lying on the side. Half of the body. Although it is too far away to see the rank mark on the broken sleeve of the military uniform, from the recognizable blond hair on that end, it is Sergeant Fendik, the commander of tank 342, and he is the only one in that crew. A beautiful blonde hair.
Looking at the miserable corpses of his subordinates, Snyder couldn't help feeling agitated. This is the third car group he has lost, and this time it is entirely due to his own mistakes, for which he will never be able to forgive himself.
"Attack forward! Don't cease fire!"
Snyder roared with bloodshot eyes. While the No. 4 tank was charging fast, it kept pouring shells toward the French tanks, although these shells were only roughly aimed and were fired on the move. Accuracy can be said, but it still achieved the result Snyder wanted.
The rapidly approaching German tanks and the continuous artillery shells left the French tanks in chaos, and they were unable to organize an organized arresting fire to block the approach of the German tanks.
The French tankers had just calmed down from the joy of destroying a German tank when they realized that they had encountered a new situation. Looking at the German tanks dispersing their frantic charges, the French tankers were a bit at a loss. They didn't know which direction the enemy should attack first, and they didn't know how to stop the enemy from approaching.
Their regimental commander, Colonel Jean de Valier, was not a competent commander. He was at a loss by the sudden change in German tactics.
Although this commander is not a coward, he is a complete trash. This point has reached a consensus among his men. But what made those French soldiers even more unexpected was that there was still an unknown idea in their commanders' hearts, an idea that might ruin them all.
Although the destruction of a German tank made Colonel Jean de Valier's vanity a little bit satisfied, it did not alleviate the trace of anxiety in his heart. The commander believed that the current battle was a mistake from the beginning. In his heart, the fighting enthusiasm burned by previous victories had long been extinguished by the crazy bombing of the Luftwaffe bombers. The strong combat power of the German army gave him a retreat. If the division headquarters strictly ordered him to continue to attack and must occupy the village, or if he still had a trace of fear of the military court, he would have led his tank regiment to retreat. Up.
Colonel De Valier believed that no matter how many German tanks he destroyed, how many German troops he destroyed, or how many fortress positions he occupied, it was useless. When the German rectification of the military comes back, all these efforts will be in vain. He even doubts whether he and this force can survive the terrorist counterattack that the Germans will launch.
The colonel cursed his stubborn boss from the bottom of his heart. If it weren’t for the **** offensive plan he proposed, he wouldn’t have fallen into this field. If he could return to the War Department alive this time, he swears He must use all his connections to drive that **** out of the army.
Jean de Valle has never encountered this kind of situation. The French armored textbook only contains how the tanks cooperate with the infantry offensive tactics, and does not explain how to fight the opposing tank group. Looking at the group of rapidly approaching German tanks, Jean de Valle could only desperately order his subordinates to fire. He did not think of how to distribute his firepower, nor did he order a change of formation to his advantage. The commander delegated all the powers to his subordinates, allowing them to choose the target of the attack.
The French tanks stopped in place and slowly turned their bodies in all directions, trying their best to snap those fast-moving targets into the scope of the main gun. But this is too difficult for their sluggish tanks. The rotation of the precision differential simply cannot keep up with the speed of those crazy sprinting tanks. The French tankers furiously fired one round after another, but the precious rounds all fell far behind the German tanks, creating craters one after another on the French land in vain.
In the end, a few French officers who had awoke realized the problem, and they quickly stopped the messy and futile shooting by their subordinates. The French tank in the center line slowly retreated, and its two wings began to expand slowly, and the defender's tank was transferred to the front. The French launched a wide artillery squadron and resumed organized artillery under the command of low-level officers.
The power of a salvo of forty medium tanks is terrible. The high-density shelling completely blocked the way of German tanks. Snyder began to suffer a series of losses. Tank 343 was smashed into scrap iron. All crew members were killed. Then No. 345 and No. 341 were shot in succession. No. 345 was blown to pieces on the spot, while No. 341 was paralyzed. Thick smoke rose on the attack road.
Since then, Snyder’s fourth platoon has disappeared from the German Army sequence, and the German tanks have completely wiped out the French right-wing attacking forces.
Two tanks in the left-wing attack force ~IndoMTL.com~ and 315 were also beaten to the ground. The life and death of the crew members is unknown. The successive blows put Snyder into a state of blasting away. The tank company commander braved the scattered shrapnel, stood upright on the control tower, and issued one order after another hoarsely.
He absolutely cannot tolerate the worthless destruction of his company. Even if the entire army is wiped out, he will drag a few French tanks to support his brothers.
"Launch smoke bombs. Re-formation and assault at full speed!"
Snyder commanded loudly. Now they are only about three hundred meters away from the French tank. They should be able to cross this distance before the smoke clears. Following his order, a row of smoke bombs exploded in the French tank group, and in a blink of an eye, the French tanks were shrouded in the thick white smoke. The French artillery shells began to fall farther and farther away from the German tanks, and the shooting began to be disorderly.
The thirteen German tanks that survived this death assault took advantage of this opportunity to quickly regroup, and then rushed into the thick fog. The German armored forces began the final assault. They were determined to use their lives to defend their honor. But no one noticed at the time that the gunfire on the village positions in the distance had stopped, and a cloud of smoke filled the horizon at the end of the road. The highest-level rescue force in German history will appear in front of everyone.
In the next chapter, the long-awaited protagonist is finally ready to appear. The next story will be unfolded by the apostle. It is time for him to move his bones after a long rest. Those brave soldiers who appeared on the stage pay tribute to the performance. Haha.