The Third Reich under Ten Thousand Characters Volume 4: The Sorrow of France Chapter 34: Be<er vs. TNK Three

Maximilian's car was constantly bumping on the road where shells flew across the road. His troops were violently bombarded. The extremely white light that the shells fell flashed, and the soil rose slowly with the fire. After the explosion light flashed, only a crater filled with smoke was left....com

"Battery Commander, the tank troops cannot follow us!"

Who can control so much now? The enemy has superior firepower. Jeep can't play any role now. All they can do is run at full speed and run away quickly.

A jeep hit the north shell directly. It was like a woman with a big belly suddenly making a weird groan. The whole body suddenly expanded. The front cover of the jeep was lifted away by air pressure. After a ball of light flashed by, the steel residue was splashed everywhere inexpensively. The wreckage of the jeep was lifted away by three meters high before it was hit hard.

"Hell! How fucking hell!" Maximilian felt that his nose was quite uncomfortable. The smell of soil mixed with gunpowder easily made the soldiers excited, but he couldn't be excited at all now. The French artillery was chasing behind the **! He looked back and saw that the bulky ii tanks were backing back hard, and the muzzles of white smoke from time to time seemed to be telling something, and they were still fighting!

The i-type tanks did not rely on their high maneuverability to escape. They followed closely by the command tank of the d111. Maximilian saw with his own eyes that a type i-type d111 ii was shot and turned into a ball of fire. He was anxious. He had ordered the i-type tank company to leave the battlefield many times, but the stupid i-type tank commanders ignored the orders, so stupidity made them decide to stay and continue to fight. When did the German troops get so embarrassed? Only 5 of the 72 tanks in a battalion withdrew from the woods. Now there are only 39 tanks that can follow the battle sequence, and the others are all reimbursed under the large-caliber artillery hidden in the woods by the French army. The three surviving tanks were in a group, and they kept retreating along the flats. Their turrets were rotating continuously, and the radio was filled with "loading" commands.

There are no bold words, nor are there any slogans of pursuing death. They are soldiers, soldiers of the Third German Empire, and soldiers known as outstanding Germanic men. As long as the blood is still circulating and the brain is not dead, they have a reason to continue fighting.

At this time, his mount stopped moving. Anhausen was almost thrown from the position of the chariot leader. Its chassis had already broken down in the woods, and now it finally lost its ability to move. The French army also seemed to have discovered a big fish, and the artillery fire began to concentrate in this direction. The front shield of the D311 ii tank was constantly hit by shells. Anhausen himself doubted why the tank had not exploded.

A slender sound was heard, and a blood arrow suddenly spurted on Anhausen's face. He turned his head murmuredly. An unexploded armor-piercing bomb was inserted in front of his cannon leader's chest. It looked extremely miserable. The word "retreat..." of the tank did not send out, and a ball of fire swallowed Anhausen. His last thought was: It turned out that it was not a fault bomb...

Maximilian closed his eyes in pain and shouted at the correspondent: "Turn to the radio frequency of the 26th Tank Battalion!"

The commanders of the tank battalion who had lost the commander were suddenly stunned. They couldn't believe that the commander was finished. Just when they didn't know how to act, a voice suddenly penetrated...

"I am Major Maximilian. According to the battlefield regulations, now I am the highest commander of the battlefield. Now I order all surviving tank crews of the 26th Tank Battalion to evacuate from the battlefield! Repeat, all tank crews will immediately withdraw from the battlefield!"

Losing the target of protection, other tanks began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner. To be honest, they were retreating, and the battlefield with fire was flying, and the full craters all told how powerful the French firepower was. In the end, there were only a pitiful 27 vehicles that retreated beyond the range. Among them, half of them accounted for.

The 26th Tank Battalion made a fatal mistake, and their commander did not leave behind the troops behind. Of course, no one was wrong in death, and the responsible person had been killed. It is useless to say more now.

The French also seemed to want to chase the edge of the forest. They lacked the support of the air force. The commander of this French force was Montgomery, the British Army Major General. The first officer against him was Rommel. But this does not mean anything. Annhausen and Montgomery are not competitors of the same level.

Montgomery was one of the few commanders in the British army who faced reality more. Under the argument that a piece of tanks was just a coordinated combat weapon of infantry, Montgomery could not change anything, but he could command his tank troops according to his own wishes. Montgomery was a smart man. He understood what his troops were in and had an advantage. Because of this, he chose the forest to fight with the German tank troops.

The current coalition tanks weigh at least 20 tons, and these clumsy tanks have no mobility at all. Then static ambush became Montgomery's only choice for combat. While he built a new defense line according to the orders of the new commander-in-chief of France, Wei Gang, the new army commander-in-chief, the other side was to find fighter jets to eliminate the vitality of the German army.

History has deviated. In the original history, Montgomery should now be in the combat sequence of the British Expeditionary Force in Belgium. In history, he had just rushed back to France from the British Islands and was given an important task by Wei Gang as soon as he arrived in France. He did not disappoint Wei Gang's expectations and won a good start when he participated in the battle for the first time.

This is a small victory, but for the current coalition soldiers, it is undoubtedly a victory that can boost morale. This victory will be exaggerated by a hundred times or a thousand times, and then sent to all parts of France and Britain. Propaganda is everywhere, with Germany's hope, even if it is just the light of fireflies.

The same troops, under the command of different commanders, the French team, are undergoing qualitative changes. The French leaders lack confidence to win, and the British do not have this concern. The British want a lot, including France and Germany, both defeated. Of course, no one will say this. There are only interests between countries, and Britain and France are combined because of their interests. No one can guarantee whether Britain will have common interests with Germany in the future. Similarly, it is too early to talk about these things. Now the British want to consume as much vitality as possible. Britain needs to win time to prepare for war.

Montgomery issued an order to stop the pursuit. These French soldiers had become obliged at some point. Although everyone wanted to chase and beat the dogs in the water, none of the French wanted to be shot as a model. Besides, they had already won, aren't they? The senior officials would never give any praise for the bravery of the soldiers. In the coalition class, officers who are not officers as sergeants, must not have the idea of ​​getting a medal, because soldiers below sergeants can only get a medal after they are killed. Of course, the families of the soldiers who are killed will get it.

The French army just chased to the edge of the woods and retreated back to the woods. They soon disappeared deep in the green.

In the quiet battlefield, an arm suddenly appeared... This made him very surprised. He had only had time to push the soil on his chest, and the strong pain immediately came. He reached out and touched it. A strong sense of wetness was transmitted from his palm to the center of his head. He grabbed it a little and looked up and saw it. It was a purple-red muddy. I don’t know if Randolph was lucky, or he was unlucky. Although the soil temporarily helped him stop bleeding, it might also cause him to die suddenly due to wound trauma one day.

Randolph found himself a little dazed and his limbs were weak, so he stood up in a daze.

"What a tragic battlefield!" He really couldn't believe everything he saw. The trees in the front woods had been completely destroyed by shells and tanks. In the wood chips and mud, he saw the bodies of many companions. The cross-war mark with the steel wrecks that kept burning flames looked so shocking.

Randolph touched the underwear pocket on his chest, but found it empty. Only then did he remember that the first aid kit was already used on the dead squad leader. He took weak steps and slowly walked towards a corpse next to him and squatted down slowly. This extremely easy action made him feel breathing and almost fainted.

Randolph knew the name of the dead soldier, but it was no longer important now. The deceased had passed away, and the living people needed to do more. Randolph just hoped that the soldier's first aid kit was still there, so that he could save his life. He also wrapped a very precise small package from the left side of his military uniform. This was a pack of anti-inflammatory tablets, mixed with clean water and crushed it on the wound to disinfect it.

The battlefield filled with smoke was terrifyingly quiet, but for this soldier who had been shutting up the gate of hell, there was no terrible square. He unbuttoned the buttons on his chest and abdomen, and rolled up the three-layer leather jacket layer close to his body. A shocking grenade scratch appeared in front of him. The scar was covered with some tiny sand and dust. It is certain that this was something that came in from the cracks of the clothes. Due to the existence of these sand and soil, the wound looked terrible. The bloody red skin and flesh layers were covered with small black objects, which looked like they were infected with viruses. He took off the kettle around his waist, opened the lid, gritted his teeth and poured the water down...

After Randolph treated the wound, he found that it was not so painful to treat the wound on his own. He stood up and looked at the flat. The wreckage of the tank was telling how embarrassed his troops had just retreated. The soldier who had experienced the test of life and death took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. It seemed that he was going to fight alone again.
Chapter completed!