Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 18: Crash
Glenn was a little bit incoherent with excitement, but the officers who were also dazzled by anger only heard the word attack. They rushed towards their troops. The staff officers also lost their usual calm and reason, and picked up the phone one after another, and began to issue orders.
The troops were quickly assembled. The officers roared frantically in front of the team, telling the soldiers the humiliating scene in front of the position. The blood of the soldiers was aroused, and they were filled with righteous indignation, vowing to make those despicable Germans pay the price.
The troops entered the starting position, and the tanks all drove to the edge of the woods. Only after Glenn gave an order, they were ready to launch the most violent attack on the Germans.
But Glenn is now awake from the previous fury, he feels a little uncertain. After Glenn calmed down, he immediately began to regret that he had hurriedly issued the order to attack the whole army, but it was impossible to revoke this order. He was now in a difficult situation. What the Germans did in front of the position made it obvious to themselves that it was a trap, and the purpose was to completely anger the British army. However, if the offensive order is cancelled now, the morale that has been boosted will suddenly fall to the lowest point. The enraged soldier will not understand his intentions, and may begin to distrust himself. The officers will also have a grudge against themselves because they have prevented them from avenging their honor. Glenn looked at the German position and thought about countermeasures.
"Colonel, the team has entered the offensive position, please give an order." An officer urged forward.
Glenn finally made up his mind. Now that the order cannot be revoked anyway, he simply lets the soldiers start the offensive with courage, and may still receive unexpected results. Maybe the Germans are just bluffing. They want to make themselves think that they have laid a trap, but in fact they are just outsiders. If such an entire charge cannot take down the Germans, then he will have more reason to retreat. So Glenn finally nodded and issued an offensive order. Then Glenn turned around, closed his eyes with his back to the battlefield, silently prayed for the success of the battle, and waited for the result.
In an instant, the entire British army burst out with a thrilling shout, and slowly pressed towards the German position with an overwhelming momentum.
Xu Jun looked at the British soldiers who were walking firmly towards his position with a telescope, and he couldn't help showing a trace of anger. The opposing commander was either an idiot or a lunatic, and he would have nearly 3,000 people from the two regiments attack the 700-meter-long position at the same time. The team couldn't disperse, they all lined up in a dense formation, which is simply sending the soldiers to death. He didn't seem to learn the lesson from last time, and the coordination of tanks and infantry appeared more chaotic this time. The tanks and infantry were mixed together, and the whole formation was like a plate of unmixed salad, mixed with the noise and slowly pressed over. But the other party has finally learned a good thing. The British soldiers in the front team all wear gas masks. It seems that they have finally learned their own pepper smoke bombs.
"Using smoke bombs is an unmanageable strategy. It's no longer a matter of using that kind of thing. There are more exciting things waiting for you. Don't blame me, this is war!" Xu Jun was ruthless. Cruel, nodded to Muller next to him.
"Start!"
"Yes! General." Mueller replied loudly, then picked up the phone and said: "General orders. Let's start!"
With a harsh howling, the first round of shells fell on the British army. Suddenly, flesh and blood flew across, and corpses were everywhere. But the British soldiers were not frightened by the shelling. They just dispersed the dot formation, broke out a wilder roar, and began to sprint at the German position. The tank also increased its horsepower while firing at the German positions with a 12.7 mm machine gun, and advanced at full speed.
At this time, a group of soldiers on the German position climbed out of the trench under a rain of bullets, ran to the pile of armored vehicle wreckage by the hillside, and began to push up those armored vehicle wreckage. One soldier fell down after being shot, and several more soldiers rushed up immediately. As the wreckage of those armored vehicles was removed, the 88 mm anti-aircraft gun positions hidden behind were exposed. The artillery commander waved his hand, and the 88-mm anti-aircraft gun began to fire quickly at the British tanks. With the dull sound of the six FLAG18 guns, the 60 mm thick frontal armor of the British "Matilda" tank was ripped apart like paper and penetrated. A dozen piles of this kind of 6,000 pounds worth of fire ignited instantly in the field.
The rest of the "Matilda" began to hesitate to retreat, but the infantry once again blocked their retreat.
The second and third rounds of heavy artillery shells smashed into the infantry group. Shrapnel, rags, guns, equipment, and various broken limbs were flying all over the sky. Each cannonball crazily harvested the lives of British soldiers in double-digit numbers. But this did not shake the determination of the British infantry. They simply ignored the screaming shells exploding around them and the bodies of their brothers flying around, and continued to shout and charge towards the German positions. It wasn't until another sound suddenly sounded on the battlefield, the howling of an aircraft engine when it dived.
The British soldiers couldn't help but look up. They saw an unforgettable scene. I don't know when the sky over the battlefield has been enveloped by a black German plane. Inside there are the huge and flexible JU88, and the "Stuka" that frightens all British soldiers. They circled and formed a three-aircraft formation, and then one by one began to dive down into the battlefield. The horrible screams of the dive bombing have almost overshadowed the explosion of German artillery shells. With the shadows of those planes passing by, various 250 kg to 500 kg aerial bombs fell on the soldiers' heads like rain.
The exploding fireballs formed a piece on the battlefield. The soldiers' heads dazzled by the blood are finally a little sober. The previous breath has been wiped out by this terrifying bombing. What followed was a sense of powerlessness and despair. Some veterans began to prepare to escape. They felt that they would never be able to rush through this terrifying line of fire alive, not to mention that there were German machine guns and grenades waiting for them behind. Some soldiers were mentally broken. They knelt on the ground crying and stretched out their hands to the sky to pray that God can save him, and then they were torn to pieces by the next bomb.
The British officers looked at the German dive bombers roaring above their heads in horror, realizing that they would never be able to win anymore. If they continued to stay on the battlefield, they would be dying. They left their soldiers. Fleeing toward the starting position desperately, between honor and survival, they firmly chose the latter.
But this time the Germans seemed unwilling to let them go. Artillery and bombing began to extend towards the British positions. With a shout, the German soldiers jumped out of the trenches, armed with bayonet-mounted rifles, and charged up to the surviving British soldiers. Seeing this scene, the British army finally began to collapse across the board. The British soldiers lost their backpacks, rifles and all the burden on them, and began to flee to their positions desperately. The wounded soldiers knelt on the ground and raised their hands. They kept begging the German soldiers who rushed to their side to be compassionate and let go of their lives, regardless of the fact that they were still gnashing their teeth 20 minutes ago. Vowed to kill all these Germans.
The German soldiers swiftly advanced ~IndoMTL.com~ after a while, they rushed across the center line of the battlefield and rushed into the tank group that was pulled behind by the infantry. Those "Matilda" tanks that cannot run fast have already been scared by the wanton massacre of the 88mm anti-aircraft artillery and the whistling "Stuka", but they just suffer from the inability to surrender to those things. Now I saw the German soldiers rushing up, and the surviving tank crews quickly climbed out of their car and raised their hands to the German soldiers who were forcing them up. Among them was their battalion commander Major Fox. In order to wash away the shame of yesterday, he used himself to replace the captain of this tank. Unexpectedly, the result of personally going into battle this time was worse than last time. This time even people and cars were captured.
At the time when the British army collapsed on the front line, the rear camp of the British Army's 151st Brigade was also in chaos. The logisticians and the wounded were fighting for seats on the truck. The staff members hurriedly dealt with the various telegrams and documents on their hands, destroying the radio equipment. The troops have been defeated, and now no one can care about anyone. Glenn sat in his special car and looked at the chaotic scene before him in horror. He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. The troops were defeated in a confrontation.
He had a foreboding of all this when the first German plane arrived over the battlefield. At that time, he immediately gave the order of the logistics and headquarters to retreat, but he never expected that the infantry in front would collapse so quickly . There is no time for him to pack his luggage. Glenn let out a long sigh and asked the driver to start the car and drove quickly in the direction of Arras. Only his company of guards and a few officers' cars followed. In this way, Glen threw the entire chaotic camp and his poor soldiers far behind him, throwing them at the German who was rushing fiercely.