A sharp bayonet passed by the darkness behind and pressed against the neck of a French sentry. The French sentry, who was still dozing off, immediately widened his eyes but did not dare to make any sound.

Soon, Renn's face with little freckles came out of the darkness, pressed into the French sentry's ear, and asked in a calm tone and not very skilled French, "How many people are there? How many heavy weapons are there?"

"I am a soldier of the 9th Army. Not far behind, there are two anti-tank guns, 47mm caliber. Behind the building, there are tanks of the 10th Armored Army. I have seen about 10. I have told you what I know! Please, don't kill me..." The young French soldier begged cryingly.

Renne's fingers exerted a little force, and the bayonet cut the French soldier's throat, and blood gushed out, but the French soldier couldn't make any sound. Every breath and attempt to shout made the cut throat spew more blood out, and soon the military uniform on his chest was soaked with his own blood.

The French soldier covered his throat with his hands and struggled helplessly. His feet kept kicking, and his rifle had been thrown aside. Renne wiped the French bayonet on the French soldier's still struggling body, and then bent down and retreated back into the darkness.

He climbed over the French trenches, jumped into the bushes not far away, and continued to walk forward. Suddenly he stopped because two patrol French soldiers came over with laughter. They took off their pants near the place where Rennes was hiding, and seemed to want to "open the gate and release the water" here.

Renne moved his body little by little and came to the front of the two French soldiers. With a trembling hand, the bayonet picked up from the French soldier flew directly into the eye socket of a French patrolman. Before the other French soldier could come back to his senses, he saw Renne appear in front of him. His hands were wrong, and the French soldier heard the sound of his neck breaking.

In terms of familiarity with the human body, Rennes has reached a point of superb level. Even Marcus felt inferior to his speed and means of killing. It might be difficult for him to assassinate the French president, but it would be a bit useless to deal with a few French sentries on the frontline.

He did not pick up the French bayonet that was inserted into the corpse, because the bayonet was just pulled out of the tortured French soldier. Renn just bent over and passed by the two corpses that began to gradually become cold and returned to the place where he set out.

Bent over a narrow one-way road and jumped over the bushes on the side of the road. Renn saw Marcus waiting there and several commanders. Behind them were their tanks that made the enemy scared.

A Tiger tank with 113 numbers and three leopard tanks that looked like they had been weathered. The armor of these tanks was mottled, and the gun barrel recorded their dazzling battle results. The fewer tanks had destroyed more than a dozen tanks, and the more tiger tanks were painted with small white circles on the gun barrels to prove that it had destroyed 55 tanks.

"I'll go next time I'm going to investigate, Rennes. If they capture you alive and see the Knight's Iron Cross with Oak Leaves on your neck, you will make a big fuss about your identity." In front of Marcus was a broken wooden board that he picked up from somewhere, with a nearby combat map spread out on it.

"Shut up! Marcus! Rennes is our company commander, you have to be more respectful!" The middle-aged captain of the No. 115 tank said to Marcus with a smile.

Renn kicked Marcus in the ass, then did not answer his question, but pointed to the map and began to say, "There are two hidden anti-tank guns here and here. They have three machine guns here, and there are also here. If the infantry follow up, the losses will be a bit big. It is best if we rush in and kill all these heavy firepower first."

"No problem, you just want to do it." The captain of Car No. 114 nodded and said, staring at the map.

"We are already very clear about the location of these firepowers. Once the war starts, we only need to be prepared for some infantry close-up blasting." Rennes pointed to the buildings on the edge of the city and said, "But the enemy has some tanks here. I don't know the model, because it is an enemy rest camp nearby, so I can't get close to it. The French sentry said there are about 10 vehicles inside. According to the previous French tank configuration ratio, there will be 1 to 2 B1 tanks, which is quite a threat. Please be careful."

"Where are infantry? When will they follow?" asked the two grenade officers behind several chariot commanders. They were responsible for following these elite tanks into the city, but obviously, when they were on the periphery, it was a bit dangerous for them to follow behind the tanks.

At least until the French machine gun positions were completely destroyed by tanks, they were not suitable to follow behind, so they had to pay at least 20 soldiers to get close to those French positions and fight back.

"I have seen the terrain. Here you are here, you are the machine gun firepower arranged on this high ground. You don't have to suppress the opponent's machine gun positions. Just find a way to cover our wings and prevent French soldiers from getting close to our tanks." Renn pointed to the hill not far away and said: "Their firepower is not a huge threat to us. On the contrary, I heard that the French army has recently urgently developed an anti-tank bomb, destroying several tanks of the 7th Armored Army. The regiment headquarters deliberately held a meeting to instruct all tanks to be careful of this weapon."

The grenadier officer nodded and confirmed: "We will arrange machine gun fire here to cover the rear and side of your tanks. I will arrange for grenadiers to organize some fire at a safe distance, blocking the French soldiers who are trying to get close to you as far as possible."

"Yes! Your sniper team can play freely. Once we kill the French machine gun position, I will use radio to notify you of attack. At this time, you approach under the cover of armored vehicles and there will be no threat." Rennes motioned Marcus to put away the map.

Then he stood up and began to assign tasks to his subordinates: "The anti-tank gun on the left is handed over to Car No. 114, isn't it a problem?"

"No question!" The captain of car No. 114 nodded. Recently, Rennes intends to arrange some records for them to improve the overall combat level of their crew. This makes the captain of car No. 114 and car No. 115 very grateful to him.

"The anti-tank gun on the right is handed over to Vehicle No. 115 to be responsible for the destruction. These targets are all low threats, so there is no accident." Renn nodded and said.

"I understand!" The commander of the No. 115 nodded.

"Marcus, pay attention to the gaps between the buildings in the distance. French tanks may rush out anywhere. Leave this to you to handle!" Renn glanced at Marcus at last.

"Okay! Just wait for my good news!" Marcus nodded with a smile: "Thank you! I'll keep the cigarettes and chocolates for you."

"Check the ammunition! Start the engine!" Renn ordered loudly: "Adjust the radio frequency and be ready to go!"

While leaping onto his tank, Rennes looked at the smoke-filled city in the distance, which was the French city of Amiens. Half an hour ago, 50 German bombers had just flew over there, and now it seems that they can still hear the sound of explosions in the city.

"Radio communication confirmation!" Renn put his headphones on his head, pinched his throat and said, "Can all tanks hear me?"

This is worth affirming. At least after Alice came to their platoon, the communication radio became much easier. The little girl seemed to have a natural understanding of the radio system and could easily debug the clearest channels for everyone to use. Soon the commanders of each car came to answer, and Renn began to confirm the communication situation inside her tank.

"Bowman hears!" The voice of Bowman in driving position came.

"Bruce is in place!" answered the loader Bruce.

"Andre is here." Andre replied with a chuckling.

"Alice heard it!" The sweet voice of the electromechanical engineer Alice came out, and Bruce screamed in the microphone. Bruce can be said to be a demon in the sex, so Rennes warned this despicable man to be farther away from Alice. Of course, Bruce was also very tactful. Apart from teasing the little girl occasionally, he did not do anything offensive.

"Check the preparations of the heading machine gun! Then report to me!" Renn ordered loudly.

"Prepare!" Alice replied loudly in her headphones.

"It's okay! Bowman, follow Marcus's tank. Bruce, load the armor-piercing bomb!" Renn poked his head out of the turret, then narrowed his eyes and looked towards the city with his telescope: "Andre, at 11 o'clock, beware of the gaps in the building that appeared in the field of view for a while, French tanks may appear there!"

"Bowman! This time we are cover, following the Leopard tank from afar, exert the power of our artillery, and keep a distance! Alice, pay attention to your left!" Renne suddenly remembered something, he put down his telescope, and then pressed his throat telephone and said, "Alice! The last time your machine gun did not fire, I know the recruits were a little timid! But please don't kill everyone. If you hesitate like the last time, I will kill you with your own hands! Do you understand?"

"Okay... OK." Alice replied weakly in her headphones. She sorted out the ammunition on the machine gun, then looked directly in front and on the right through the scope, and saw only a forest of bushes.
Chapter completed!