Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 15: Battle (2)

"Remember, wait until the enemy infantry gets close before firing. [,360,Search jdxs free download novel] Listen to my command! Concentrate on fire to destroy the French infantry, don’t aim at those armored vehicles, you can’t penetrate them, just Can waste your ammunition. Give them to the artillery to clean up. Our target is the infantry. Did you hear everything clearly?"

The platoon commander, Warrant Lieutenant Schmidt, stood in the trenches and yelled at his men.

The third-level SS team leader wore a polished black 35-shaped helmet, and the SS SS logo on both sides of the helmet was even more dazzling against the hazy sky.

The stiff gray-green military uniform, rocky gray breeches, and black officer riding boots that can shine through the shadows. A full set of officers’ equipment hung on the standard armed belt. From pistol holsters to map bags, all leather products were shining with grease.

The exquisite silver assault infantry combat badge and black war-wounded badge worn under the left chest pocket prove the bravery of the owner, and the dazzling second-level Iron Cross represents the superior's ability to this warrant officer. For sure.

The appearance of the SS officer now makes it feel like he is not participating in a battle, but rather like preparing to participate in a military parade.

The warrant officer's subordinates have long been accustomed to the outfit of Chief Schmidt. This brave officer has always participated in battles like this, without worrying that he would become the target of a French superior shooter. According to his own words, the bullet that can kill him has not been produced from the enemy's production line.

Warrant Officer Schmidt is actually using this special way to boost the morale of his subordinates. Although it seems a bit out of sync with the atmosphere of the battlefield, it is indeed effective. Even in the most critical moment, as long as the soldiers can see his conspicuous figure, everything will be back on track.

"Listen clearly, sir!"

The soldiers responded noisily.

They have made the final preparations and are waiting for the enemy to attack themselves.

The machine gunners squatted in their bunkers and calmly observed the movement of the opponent's position. Two hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition chain had been hung on the receiver of mg34, and the bullets had been loaded. Now, as long as the archer's finger moves lightly, he can finish the band within ten seconds. 7. 92mm bullets will pour like a storm on all targets within his range. May God bless those poor enemies.

The infantrymen are also waiting for them. The 39-type grenade with the back cover unscrewed is neatly placed at everyone's hand, so that the soldiers can get them as soon as they need to be used.

Most of the soldiers here have accumulated rich combat experience from the pre-stage battles of the First SS Mechanized Division.

Each soldier opened the flip cover of his magazine bag. It happened before that the infantry could not be loaded with bullets because of a machine gun failure, and the enemy could not break through the position. Why did he not have time to open the magazine bag and be killed by the enemy? Said it is a very stupid way of death.

The non-commissioned officers patrolled in the trenches with their mp38s on their backs. From time to time, they patted the shoulders of the soldiers in their squads to encourage them, correcting the small mistakes made by some nervous recruits, because now even the smallest All of the mistakes may kill that guy in the upcoming battle.

"Hidden, artillery fire!"

The position officer yelled loudly, and with a dull whistling sound, several huge fireballs rose up in the trenches.

The violent detonation and air pressure when the shell exploded can tear the eardrums of soldiers, and injure the internal organs of soldiers who have no experience in gun protection. Immediately after the explosion, the shock wave carried countless steel shards across the entire position like a storm, blowing away all objects that were not fixed on the ground, and piercing dozens of French-made pieces on the breast wall of the bunker within the killing range on each side. Metal.

The French shelling did not achieve the effect they wanted, and none of the shells accurately hit the trenches directly. The German soldiers squatted in the trenches well-trained, covering their ears with their hands and opening their mouths to ease the explosion sound. In addition to the damage caused by air pressure, Warrant Lieutenant Schmidt's men had no casualties.

The French gunners launched three rounds of shelling at Schmitt's position within ten minutes, but they did not get any substantial results except for destroying a small ammunition pile and two simple toilets. While the smoke from the shelling was still floating on the battlefield, a sharp whistle sounded from the French battlefield, and the French team began their official attack.

"Enter the battlefield!"

The non-commissioned officers roared loudly, and the soldiers hurriedly got up from the trenches. They shook their heads and set up their weapons.

"Wait for my order!"

Schmidt reiterated his order loudly, and then took the field call from the communicator.

"Sir, the French are attacking. Don't worry, my people and I will hold our ground. Yes, I will report to you at any time."

Putting down the phone in his hand, Schmitt took out the pistol from the holster, and then stood on the edge of the trench with the Luge proudly holding the binoculars in one hand and looked forward to the position.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the warrant officer is extremely handsome now, and the German officer should be so handsome, fearless, and full of heroism.

"The French attacked, they dispatched tanks!"

The lookout soldiers outside the command post yelled loudly. Dougen quickly interrupted the discussion with the staff. He stood up and walked to the front of the observation window and looked at the front of the position with a telescope.

"Unbelievable, it is incredible!"

Dogen murmured, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The French attacked, and it was a real massive attack. A steady stream of French tanks appeared from behind the French army's position, and the roar of the engine could clearly reach Daogen's ears so far. The steel monsters roared and staggered towards the German position, and the exhaust gas from the exhaust pipe filled the entire formation like a cyan haze.

"There are at least a hundred tanks there!" Daogen couldn't help his eyes widening.

The French tank cluster covers the entire frontal position. Daogen has never seen such a large armored cluster put into battle at the same time.

Hundreds of tanks lined up in a neat formation to strike forward, and the front of the impact was a full two kilometers wide, which surprised all the German officials and soldiers who saw this sight.

The German soldiers stood in the trenches and stared at the magnificent sight in front of them dumbfounded. The shock of the sight in front of them almost made them forget that they were in battle, and those neatly arranged The tanks came to break through their positions and kill them.

"The French are crazy!" Daogen gritted his teeth and said: "They are really crazy!"

Dougan turned and walked to the table. He picked up the handset of the phone.

"Sir, I started here, and the French began to attack me! They were desperate! Yes, for hundreds of tanks, their infantry should be behind those tanks. I asked the division artillery to intercept and shoot. Yes, I understand. Have the wings been attacked in the same way? How could the French still have so many tanks...I understand, OK, please rest assured, I won’t have any problems here.

Sorry, sir, I’m a little surprised, you know what they used...oh, you’ve got the report, yes, it shocked me and reminded me of the Battle of the Maas . Then I will report immediately if there is any situation, goodbye, sir. "

Dogan put down the phone, he went to the observation window and continued to pick up the telescope.

"Chairman! Immediately issue an order to all the troops, and fight back with all their strength. We cannot let any Frenchman break through our position." Daogen said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir."

"It's all Renault ft17, sir. It's all the old-fashioned Renault tanks. I didn't expect the French would use this kind of attack." The intelligence staff put down the telescope in his hand and shook his head.

"It reminds me of the last war. I still can’t forget the appearance of this tank assaulting our position. My ears are still echoing the helplessness of those comrades in this tank machine gun. Screaming." Daogen said with a look of memory.

"But for us now, this kind of thing can only be a good target, sir." The intelligence staff smiled.

"Yes, it's time for us to take revenge. Last time we failed to teach them well, this time we will completely destroy them. Order "Fenris" to stop shooting, don't put a junk like this Go back!"

The French Renault ft17 tank continued to stagger forward, saying that it was advancing. In fact, its speed is not much faster than walking.

This small tank produced in 1917 finally caught up with the fighting in the final months of World War I. It was recorded in history as the world's first tank with a rotating turret.

But it is not as perfect as the French boasted, but because the French soldiers drove it to greet the final victory of the war, it won a huge honor, so its shortcomings were also honored by that circle. The halo was covered up.

In fact, this type of tank was outdated ten years ago, but I don’t know why the French continue to manufacture it. As a light tank, its output has reached more than 3,000, and the army of more than a dozen countries All are equipped with this old-fashioned armored vehicle.

Just before the outbreak of this war, there were more than 1,000 Renault ft17s in the French team continuing to serve. The strange thing is that the German Army has rarely encountered such tanks until now. Even the captives have encountered only about two hundred tanks at most.

The staff is still wondering where the equipment is hiding, and now it seems that the answer has finally been found. Due to the massive consumption of the advanced technical weapons in the previous stage, the French had to gather these old tanks to form a reserve army.

This kind of tank is simply a pile of scrap iron in front of the modern German army. Its front armor is only 22 mm thick, and its weakest point is only 6 mm thick.

Like many contemporary tanks, the hull of this tank is riveted by rivets, and its defense capability is slightly compromised.

A large driving wheel, eight small load wheels, and a small inducement mechanism are no longer able to meet the needs of modern warfare. The outdated elastic suspension system and the low-power engine make it have a top speed of only ten kilometers per hour, and in this off-road situation, it can't even run five kilometers per hour.

And its weapon is a 37mm short-barreled artillery, which has very limited power, not to mention that most of the tanks do not even have this small gun, only an 8mm machine gun made in France, which means it When entering the German Army's anti-tank fire range, there will be a long distance without any counter-arms.

Now this old-fashioned tank with thin armor and no deterrent weapons is slowly advancing at a walking speed in front of the German positions. This is completely suicide.

This is also the place that Dougen would be surprised by this. In his eyes, using this tank to attack a position with intact anti-tank forces, no matter how much it is invested, it is at most a spectacular suicide. .

"Sir, we should order the 37mm anti-tank gun to be ready to fire as soon as the French tank enters range."

The combat staff said on the side.

"Our "Fenris" is limited in number. Even if one shot can destroy one of these tanks, we cannot destroy all of their tanks before they approach our position.

Their subsequent tanks will make up for the positions of the destroyed tanks, depending on the number they can rush into our positions sooner or later. As long as that kind of thing breaks through our position, even the old-fashioned equipment is still a murderous weapon, and even an 8mm machine gun is enough to bring disaster to our infantry. "

"It seems that the French want to achieve this result. This is the tactic they use, relying on quantity to make up for the gap in equipment.

It’s really like going back to the past~IndoMTL.com~ Just like what they did in Verdun, they also wanted to rely on this purely expendable tactic to break through our position. Only this time they spread the mountains and plains. The soldiers changed into tanks.

They are using the lives of soldiers in exchange for distance. It's a terrifying tactic. If we were an ordinary armored force, their tactics might really be successful.

Unfortunately, it was us that they met. They didn't even know that we had Fenris. Coupled with our own anti-tank firepower, they will never be able to break through our position head-on. "

Dougan turned his gaze to the position on the side of the command post. He was pleased to see that twenty "Fenris" tank sniper guns were slowly entering the long-awaited launch positions for them.

The soldiers are skillfully manipulating the huge gun barrels and slowly turning to the French tank group in front of the position. With a deafening roar, the demon wolf of the head of state launched its first attack on the swarming enemies. One volley.

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