"Didn't this win? The French are nothing great." At the same time, in the square of the town, Borol picked up a rifle from a French scout and groped in the pocket of the body with his other hand.

Just now, a seven-person French reconnaissance unit arrived here and entered the village in a daze. It was made of dumplings by German paratroopers led by Borol. The German army opened fire from all directions, and all the French soldiers fell to the ground within a few seconds.

"It seems that the main force of the French team is not far away." Baru took out several notes from the body of a French soldier, stuffed them into his pocket, and then took out a box of French cigarettes from the other pocket.

The bearded man came over to divide the spoils. He was obviously more interested in a French team's standard telescope, and he got a French pistol and looked in a good mood.

"It's indeed not far away." Borol nodded and said, "A tough battle is coming. Let's see why we stay here for 3 hours."

A few hours later...

The rumbling sound of artillery in the distance showed that the French army had already carried out an assault on Germany's main defensive positions, while the flank village still maintained its serene and tranquility. The earth shook slightly by the explosion of shells, and the branches were squeaking by the cold wind.

A French B1 heavy tank slowly climbed up the slope and appeared in front of the quiet Dutch village stationed by Borol. Immediately after another B1 revealed its turret on the horizon, behind these two tanks, dozens of French soldiers with unique helmet shapes.

This B1 heavy tank in France has one 47mm and 75mm gun each, with a front armor of 60mm and a combat weight of 30 tons. It is designed in novel ways. After the main turret is closed, there is still a good field of view. An emergency escape door is also installed at the bottom of the vehicle. In addition, the transmission system is also protected by armor. It can be said that it was the tank with the strongest firepower and protection power in the early days of World War II, except for the Soviet KV heavy tanks. However, the mechanical performance of the Charles B1 tank is not very stable and often breaks down. It also requires high cooperation of four crew members to fully exert combat effectiveness. The French army lacked such well-trained tank players at that time, which caused the combat efficiency of this B1 tank to be very low.

If it was in another time and space, the German infantry obviously had no choice but to use this French behemoth. Their 37mm caliber anti-tank guns could not penetrate the protective armor of this tank at all. However, now the German anti-tank gun has been upgraded to 75mm caliber, which is obviously still capable of dealing with this tank.

Borol put down the telescope in his hand, bent down in the trenches and ran to a machine gun position, pointing to the French infantry following behind the French tank: "Open fire soon, don't worry about the tanks, just deal with the infantry. Without those infantry, the tanks will not be difficult to deal with."

The machine gunner nodded and pointed the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun at the French soldier in the front through the grass. Borol looked at Baru in the distance and found that Baru was also looking at him. He pointed his head at Baru, and Baru also pointed his head.

"Fire!" At a close enough distance, the German ambush position opened fire. The reason why the French troops were put so close was Borol who had his own plans: he had only one anti-tank gun, so he wanted his infantry to fire first, while the anti-tank gun on one side hid in the corner to attack, making the French tanks unclear what weapon they had been destroyed.

"Tu! Tu!" With a command, both machine gun positions on both sides of Germany opened fire, and bullets flew towards the French like locusts. The weapons in the German army obviously were far ahead of the French team in terms of firepower density. The long spears and short cannons fired together, and the tracer bullets swept down more than a dozen French soldiers with ordinary bullets.

The sudden attack of the German paratroopers obviously scared the French. The French infantry began to retreat backwards and threw the two huge-looking B1 tanks in the middle of the road. The French tanks were still moving forward, their heavy bodies were not fast, but the tall figure made the German paratroopers feel a little confused. After all, this kind of big guy looks very strong - of course, in fact, they are also very strong.

On the small turret, the 7.5mm machine gun next to the 47mm caliber artillery was firing violently. A German paratrooper was hit by the machine gun and fell into the trench because the distance was too close. The French team achieved their first victory.

"Boom!" The German anti-tank gun that had been hiding in the corner finally opened fire. The shell suddenly hit the side of the French B1 tank, which seemed to penetrate its thick side skirt, leaving a pitch-black hole on it. The shooting angle was very good. The French tank moved forward half a meter with inertia and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the tank exploded. The flames suddenly rushed out of the car body, and the turret was blown into the air. The cannon in front of the car body suddenly drooped, as if it had lost its soul. The tank raised thick smoke, blocking the view of the tank behind. The French tank behind was clumsy and adjusted its direction, trying to bypass the obstacles blocking the road.

The thick smoke blocked the French team's vision and also blocked the German team's vision. Because they could not aim and shoot, the German troops' firepower stopped. They watched the French team withdraw from their positions silently. This short round of fire exchange caused the French troops to lose about half of their strength - about twenty soldiers and a tank.

The German paratroopers began a brief rest and buried their only companion who died in the drainage ditch on the side of the road. Everyone did not speak, but grabbed the bread with their hands covered in oil and soil to satisfy their hunger. Although after a brief rest, someone still fell asleep in the trenches after the battle.

Obviously, the French army did not intend to let the German paratroopers complete their tasks easily and comfortably. About ten minutes later, a heavy artillery shell fell on the central square of the village. The huge explosion made everyone feel bored. Soon the second shell hit a room, and the huge impact force tore the room into pieces of wood. The furniture turned into broken wood and splashed everywhere. Some wooden boards and broken glass were even inserted into the walls of the nearby house.

German paratroopers hid in the trenches and endured the helmets like hell. The French fired more than a dozen shots in one go before stopping. The whole town was in ruins and the church collapsed halfway. Fortunately, the Dutch residents inside had been driven to another place.

After the shelling, Borol checked his defensive positions and counted the ammunition left by all the staff. Soon he demolished a Maxim machine gun because of insufficient ammunition - he threw some key parts into the toilet. The German soldiers operating the machine gun had to get their own weapons back, and they were divided into two groups to be responsible for the safety of the left and right wings.

Soon the attack of the French armored forces began again, and this time the French army seemed to have used all the power they could take out. Afar, Borol saw three French ft-17 Renault light tanks and two B1 big guys. These tanks were followed by two armored vehicles, but they were not protected by infantry.

Borole immediately put down the telescope in his hand and followed the drainage ditch and the dug trenches to the small warehouse on the flank of the village. He bypassed a Maxim machine gun position arranged at the entrance of the warehouse and came from behind the warehouse to the edge of the anti-tank gun.

"The French have come a lot of tanks this time. It seems that they want to go around us and attack our main position on the flank." Borol pointed to the direction of the French tanks and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man sat on an ammunition box with an unlit cigarette in his mouth: "We can probably kill two, and the third one may be discovered. It is best to use Bofos to cover us...but I don't know how long I can last."

Sighing, Borol patted the bearded man on the shoulder: "Still last as long as you can."

"Bang!" Not far from them, the German sniper hiding in a house fired the gun. The sniper left the window and exited the room. At the gate, he saw Borol and the others looking at him, so he gestured.

"Their infantry are coming around." Borol whispered a bitch, and ran towards the sniper with his assault rifle. While running, he shouted loudly in the direction of the village square: "Come on! I need support."

"Tutu! Tutu!" On the front battlefield, the German paratrooper's Maxim machine gun fired. This time, there seemed to be no target, so they did not fire quickly. They probably wanted to save ammunition. After all, they also had such a heavy machine gun in the warehouse, and the bullets could be brought back for use in this machine gun position.

Soon Baru rushed over with a g42 and set up a machine gun position on Germany's fragile flank. The unique sound of the German machine gun sounded, and several French soldiers who were detouring on the flank were killed. Soon the French machine gun also began to fight back. Relying on their number advantage, they fired left and right, temporarily suppressing the attack of the German machine gun.

"Boom!" Not far behind Borol, German anti-tank guns opened fire, and a shell accurately hit a ft-17 Renault tank. The tank was directly penetrated by the shell, and another violent explosion occurred.
Chapter completed!