The street fighting in the city of Amiens is still continuing. The German army and the French army fought fiercely in the city. The battle in a few hours has caused the German army to lose about 500 soldiers, but they still cannot occupy Amiens. The French soldiers are not trained enough and the shortcomings of weak single combat capabilities are fully exposed in street fighting. In most cases, German soldiers can rely on sneak attacks and ambush to kill these French opponents who do not know how to fight at all.

The battle had begun for three hours. At 10 o'clock in the morning, a car was overturned by a shell in the dilapidated city of Amiens. It was not because the German artillery shot every shot, but because the person sitting in the car was so unlucky.

A few French soldiers soon discovered the unlucky guy who had fallen to the ground. More than a dozen French soldiers stood in the middle of the road to watch. They held their rifles, their eyes full of indifference and helplessness. Just more than 100 meters away from here, they were already Germany's defensive position.

"Why don't you save someone quickly?" A French company commander came over and gave orders to his subordinates. Soon everyone surrounded him and opened the already twisted and deformed door. The door was full of holes pierced by debris of shells. It seemed that the people in this car were in danger.

However, because of the order from the commander, the French soldiers still tried their best to save their compatriots. They found that the driver of the car was dead because at least three shrapnel hit the unlucky guy's abdomen and chest cavity. But perhaps because of his luck, the people in the back of the car were injured less.

Soon, a blood-covered priest was dragged out of the car by the soldiers. He covered his stomach and seemed to have been injured. The man looked a little confused, and behind him, the soldier pulled another person out of the car. This man was obviously much younger than the injured man, but his face turned pale and he looked frightened.

A new round of artillery began soon, and the shells flew over their heads and exploded on the street not far away, shattering the cracked glass on nearby buildings. The French infantry did not dare to watch anymore. They carried the two people in all their arms and crawled to a yard beside them.

After passing some broken courtyard walls, the French infantry carried two people to a three-story building that collapsed halfway. There should be a very qualified local person living here before the war, because ordinary people cannot afford to live in a three-story mansion.

The phone rang in the room, and the company commander signaled the soldiers to put the injured, then grabbed the phone and spoke: "This is the command center of the 2nd Company...what?...The Germans pushed forward 50 meters again? Then there are two buildings between them and us?"

He was a little angry and shouted loudly: "What counterattack did you ask me to use? My company has been here since 2 hours ago and has not yet rested! We have killed 31 people but have not received any supplements. There are serious shortage of bullets and medicines. What organization will I use to attack?"

He threw the telephone receiver on the table, then picked it up and hung it on the phone in anger. The French company commander had no choice but to deploy the task. He pointed to one of his squad leaders and said, "You lead the remaining 7 people to that building! If the Germans rushed in, you must repel them."

"Yes!" The squad leader saluted and then walked out of the house with a soldier.

"The remaining people in the 2nd row are organized here." Seeing his subordinates walking out of the house, the company commander continued to say to another person.

"Sir! The German snipers will cause us more casualties!" the platoon leader said reluctantly: "When organizing defense there, we can only hold on for a maximum of half an hour."

"Then let's hold on for another half an hour!" The company commander slapped the table and said angrily: "What can I do? The superiors don't allow them to retreat, so we have to stand here!"

"Yes!" The platoon leader nodded and walked out with a few people.

About 3,000 French soldiers have died in Amiens, and at least 2,000 soldiers have been captured by the German army. However, taking advantage of the terrain, the French army destroyed two German No. 3 assault guns and killed a Leopard tank.

The command center soon became quiet, and the company commander looked at the young man and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"..." The young officer shook his head and said nothing.

"Which unit do you belong to?" The French company commander found a broken bed filled with miscellaneous items and sat down. There was a French soldier's body down at the foot of the bed, and the bullet hit the abdomen. It seemed that he had died for some time. He didn't seem to take the disgusting corpse seriously, and he wanted to chat for a few words at this time.

Because of nervousness, the young man dressed in an officer thought for a long time and organized the language. As a result, he raised his head and was about to speak, a shell hit the center of the yard. The air waves blew into the room, carrying rubble and gravel, making people unable to breathe in an instant. The ears were buzzing. I don’t know how long it took for the whole room to quiet down. The French company commander slapped the dust on his body with his hands twice.

"Ahem!" The company commander helped the young officer who was yelling from the ground and was frightened: "Is anyone else alive? Answer me! Check the loss! Hurry up!"

He looked at the elderly Ying-Nei lying on the ground, and had already breathed only in one breath. Now, after the explosion just now, he had lost the breath of life. He went over and touched the body, and found the blood-stained documents and some banknotes.

...

Renn stared at Alice, waiting for Alice's answer. Time passed by minute by minute until Alice spoke. She cried and said, "I don't want to kill people, nor do I want you to be injured! I'm just scared now! I'm really scared! I don't know what to do..."

Renne's hand shook and the dagger disappeared in his palm. He reached out to Alice: "If you really want to live on the front line, come with me! I'll let you see what the real battlefield is like."

Alice was stunned, then put her hand in Renn's hand. Renn pulled Alice off the stone with force, and then Renn held her with his hand to let her land safely. The two of them ran to Amiens, one after another.

They passed a team of grenadiers who retreated from the front line to rest. The soldiers were covered in dust, some of them still had blood, their faces were covered with dirty debris, and only their deep eyes could tell that these people still had life. The soldiers sat on the side of the road with guns in their arms, and only one soldier in charge of standing guard saluted Renn.

"See them?" Rennes said as he walked forward: "These people are also human beings. They were sent here from all places in Germany. If we don't kill people, don't try our best to kill people, and don't do our best to kill people, then we will die here forever like those killed."

Rennes walked to the bodies of two French soldiers who were killed. The two bodies were piled up together and fell on the corner of a block. It was like broken bricks and rubble on the ground, and no one took a look at them.

"If you don't want to die or let our comrades die, then you have to kill people and kill with the highest efficiency." Renn kicked the two corpses with his feet, and then continued to walk forward: "Bend down! The front line is not far ahead. Follow me closely and move lightly, otherwise you will be hit by a bullet."

Alice nodded, bent down and followed Rennes. The two of them quickly passed through the block and stopped in front of a building, where they saw a German front-line command through the window.

"Long live the head of state! Good morning, sir!" A sentry leaning against a telephone pole stood at the sight and saluted Ren. After all, Ren is now the rank of lieutenant. In the infantry company, he is already an absolute high-ranking official.

"Long live the head of state!" Rennes replied casually and pulled Alice into the command of the German Grenadier Company.

"I was bored waiting behind, so I came over to attend class with a recruit." Rennes walked to the busy German company commander and said with a smile: "I'll bring her to kill someone. Is there a place for me to go over and try?"

"Armored soldier?" The company commander glanced at Renn, then looked at the Knight's Iron Cross with Oak Leaf on the neckline, and a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Ren Hard, it is not a wise choice for you to come to the front line. After all, you are our number one ace tank commander now."

"I'm very good at killing people, and killing people in various situations." Renn smiled: "What I prefer is to break people's heads and watch their brains spray on the wall."

"..." The company commander of the grenade was staring at Renne, nodding after a few seconds and said, "Seeing the red building, we have a sniper team trapped there, there are many French people around, they are organizing a counterattack, we are about to send people over, you guys together?"

"No." Renne waved his hand, still having a gorgeous smile on his face: "It's enough for me to take her there."

...

"British boy, keep talking, it's safe now." The French company commander tilted a match, lit a pipe, took a comfortable breath, and asked casually.
Chapter completed!