Two Hundred and Forty-Six Bloody Battles

The bearded man turned his head and put his face on the scope: "Turn 15 degrees to the left! Quick!" As soon as his voice fell, the artillery beside him began to rotate, and the German artillery on the other side was shaking the rotary joystick of the artillery . [First release]

"Boom!" The German anti-tank gun fired again, and another b1 tank was destroyed on the road, but this tank did not die, it just stopped there and did not move. The remaining French tanks seemed to find the position of the German anti-tank guns and began to turn slowly.

Although the turn of the French tank has not yet been completed, the turret has already pointed towards it, and the machine gun fired violently, piercing through the straw stack, hitting the German anti-tank gun, splashing sparks, and the bounced bullets Hitting a loader, the German soldier was hit in the chest by the flying bullet, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The bearded man hurriedly fell down, face down on the ground. Beside him, a German artillery operator was also hit by a bullet, and he was shot in the head. Blood splashed on the cannon, which looked very dazzling.

Just as the German anti-tank artillery position was attacked by the French army, the German Bofors anti-aircraft guns on the other side opened fire. "Boom! It easily penetrated the side armor of the ft-17 Renault tank and beat the driver inside to a pulp.

Obviously, this round of bowing left and right stunned the French. A French armored vehicle began to fire at the place where the Bofors anti-aircraft guns were located, and accelerated towards it. The rest of the French tanks and armored vehicles still turned to the positions of the German anti-tank guns.

"Aim at that armored vehicle! Fire! Fire! Quick!" The second squad leader yelled loudly on the side of the Bofors anti-aircraft gun, lying on the mound with half of his head exposed. Soon after Bofors changed the magazine, he roared again, and the bullets hit the French armored vehicle like a storm, directly smashing the car's modification into a sieve.

However, the anti-tank artillery position over there can be said to have suffered. The French tanks fired a burst of machine guns, sweeping down all the German soldiers there. In a panic, a French b1 tank fired an outrageously deviated 75mm caliber shell-this shell hit a house not far away, and directly knocked that house back to its foundation.

Boller used the MP-44 in his hand to knock down a French soldier who was trying to rush over to throw a grenade. When he turned around and unloaded the magazine and reloaded a new magazine, he happened to see the bloody anti-tank artillery position behind him. . A German soldier with his chest pierced hung on the tail of the cannon, while another fell motionless next to an empty ammunition box with his face covered in blood. Boroll could even see the man's eyes, and it looked like he had just died looking into the back of Boroll's head.

"My God..." Boroll muttered, "Balu! Cover me with firepower! If you can't stand it,

He took people back to the village. "

He struggled to stand up while shouting, and quickly ran towards the anti-tank artillery position with his weapon in hand. Behind him, the bullets fired by the French hit the ground, only a few centimeters away from his heels.

Baloo picked up his G43 and emptied the magazine in one go, which was considered to have restrained the French's firepower. Taking this opportunity, Boroll ran to the position of the anti-tank gun in one breath, and then stopped. A beautiful flying tackle helped him complete the final distance of more than one meter.

"Is anyone... injured?" He asked while gasping for breath.

"Help me load a cannonball, hurry up!" The bearded man lay on the ground and said with difficulty: "The cannonball is not far from your feet."

Borol lay on the ground in a circle, picked up the cannonball that fell beside the corpse, and pushed it into the barrel at once according to the position pointed by the bearded man. The bearded man stood up and quickly adjusted the muzzle position a few times. The French machine gun on the opposite side may have discovered that the bearded man was operating the cannon, and fired again, and the bullets flew around the anti-tank gun again, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Boom!" The bearded man shot the freshly loaded shell out of the barrel, and the shell flew towards his target like a beam of light speed. The shell directly hit the front armor of the last ft-17 tank, and then it was as if The hot blade cut through the armor plate of this tank like butter, flew into the cab of the tank with shattered iron filings, and then drilled through the driver's bone into the engine behind the tank.

"We have to get out of here! They still have tanks! You and I can't deal with that big guy." Boroll held the assault rifle and wiped out all the bullets in the magazine, and he grabbed the bearded man. arm, wanting to take him back to the village. But he found that he didn't pull it, so he couldn't help being taken aback.

"Let me rest here." The bearded man held his bleeding abdomen and said with a grin. He patted the anti-tank gun beside him as he said, "I can't do without my old buddy."

As he spoke, blood dripped down his lips onto his beard, and his teeth were also stained red. After finishing speaking, he pushed Boroll, and then leaned on the gun body of the artillery, grinning his teeth in pain: "Let's go! Otherwise, you will die here in vain."

Pushed staggeringly by the last remaining strength of the bearded man, Bolor leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, staring at the bearded man in a daze, maybe it only took a moment, maybe it took a long time, he himself didn't know. However, after he realized his danger, he quickly adjusted his posture and quickly retreated towards the main entrance of the warehouse.

Soon, Barrou and the machine-gun team also fell back on Bollor's side. Their flank was lost, but the French, despite heavy frontal losses, maintained a ferocious attack.

The flat-firing 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft gun finally found that it could not penetrate the armor of the raging French b1 tank, and the shells were bounced off the armor of this tank. And this French tank is slowly decelerating, adjusting the 75mm cannon on its hull.

And this tank seemed to be more anxious to solve the problem, so the turret also turned, and the machine gun on the turret fired continuously, splashing a cloud of dust on the surrounding mud. The frontal Germans were retreating towards the village, after all they had lost their only heavy anti-tank weapon. On the front of the French, except for a heavily armored b1 tank and a light armored vehicle, the rest of the armored vehicles were also destroyed by the Germans.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several German soldiers on the Bofors anti-aircraft artillery position also knew that there was really no good way to use their weapons against the French B1 tanks, so they had to quickly turn their muzzles and pointed at them. The armored car that kept firing slammed past.

A shell hit the wheel of the armored car, and the wheel of the unmodified car was blown out in a flash. The body of the armored vehicle that lost its balance trembled, but the machine gun also shot over because of the tremor. A grenade hit a German soldier manipulating the Bofors, and the rest of the German paratroopers were forced to get down and seek cover.

They hid in the bunker, picked up the gun from the ground, bent over through the simple trench, retreated to the prepared shooting position, joined the few people who had just destroyed the Maxim heavy machine gun there, and a group of people quickly Go back in the direction of the village.

"Boom!" There was an explosion from the side of the village. It was the landmines planted by the German paratroopers that played a role. Several French soldiers fell to the ground in response, and the surrounding rubble was scattered. In the direction behind, more French infantrymen It is rushing forward crazily.

Baloo carried a G42 panting up to the second floor of a building, and Boroll behind him helped him carry two ammunition belts. The two men set up machine guns at the window, opened the bomb bay and loaded the ammunition belt, while the French infantry on the opposite side had already reached the front not far away.

"Da da... da da." The sound of intensive machine gun firing could not be heard, and the unique chainsaw-like sound of German machine guns due to their super high rate of fire rang out. The infantry fell many in an instant.

Borroll walked downstairs quickly with an assault rifle in hand, just in time to see two French soldiers breaking through the door. He took his MP-44 rifle and fired one shot, knocking down the two French soldiers at the door. A grenade rolled from the hands of a French soldier and exploded in the doorway. The whole house shook, and dust and plaster fell from the ceiling. Bollor heard nothing but a buzzing. I can't hear you.

He covered his nose with his left hand, walked to the door with the assault rifle in his right hand, and found two French soldiers outside the door, but now they had become corpses because of the grenade. Not far away, with French shouts, the French infantry was retreating, which made Boroll feel very strange.

"Boom!" On the frontal battlefield, the anti-tank team that surrounded the French b1 tank by virtue of the trench fired an iron fist rocket, which accurately hit the tank's track and interrupted it. The b1 tank struggled twice, and finally stopped, but its turret was still rotating, and its machine guns were also firing fiercely.

Hiding in the trench, reloading, adjusting, and changing positions, poked their heads out again. The two German Iron Fist anti-tank teams seemed to be very skilled in their business. This time they aimed at an air intake grille on the side of the b1 tank. The rocket hit this place accurately.

The French tank was on fire, and the commander pushed open the hatch to escape. The Maxim heavy machine gun hidden in the warehouse door, which had been kept secret all along, fired. The bullet pierced the commander's lungs with a howling sound, followed by The driver who got out, the electromechanical operator... In short, the people who were still alive in this car were killed by the Germans.

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