An armored vehicle printed ruts on the soft beach, and then broke through the bushes blocking the road without any scruples, revealing its already dirty front. Originally, due to winter camouflage, its front was painted white, but due to time and environment, it was now full of scratches, with oil and dirt on it - in short, you just need to take a look, you won't want to reach out and touch it.

The captain of the armored vehicle lifted the hatch cover on the turret, revealing a tired face. He had not rested well for three consecutive days. His dirty face was also covered with oil stains and dust. Many stains could be seen on the black armored soldiers' uniforms. The pink collar edges representing the armored soldiers have also turned slightly dark red because they have not been cleaned for a long time.

The thick communication antenna is surrounded by railings, which ensures that even on a fierce battlefield or in dense forests, the antenna will not break due to accidents. Of course, such a large antenna also allows the radio communication equipment in this armored reconnaissance vehicle to contact the main force dozens of kilometers away.

They are the armored reconnaissance battalion of the 7th Panzer Division of the 7th Panzer Army. They are the warriors who will always run at the forefront of the troops. They are the blades of the 7th Panzer Army that made the French army frightened.

This 6-wheel armored reconnaissance vehicle has a perfect bulletproof appearance, and it is difficult to penetrate its not thick armor from almost any angle. Moreover, this equipment has a very powerful engine that can provide stable and powerful power, allowing this armored vehicle to be much faster than a tank in most cases. Of course, the 20mm caliber cannon is one of the standard weapons of German fighters. It has an extraordinary rate of fire and first-class penetration performance. Combined with a coaxial 7.92mm caliber machine gun, it is simply a nightmare for French light tanks and infantrymen.

With this advanced equipment, the German armored reconnaissance forces can often face the French team independently. They are like the wolf knights in the game, strangling the opponent's reconnaissance forces, and sneaking into ambushing and setting up flexible maneuvers, just like sinister and cunning devils, which are unimaginable.

Cooperating with a large number of reconnaissance teams equipped with BMW motorcycles, these fully mechanized reconnaissance soldiers formed a large airtight net in front of the advancing tank and armored forces, drove away the opponent's reconnaissance troops, tested the opponent's defense line, and eliminated some simple obstacles - it is no exaggeration to say that because of such an efficient armored reconnaissance force, the German armored forces are now invincible at the speed of lightning.

"Hey! Hey! This is the No. 3 reconnaissance vehicle of the 1st Platoon, 2nd Company of the Investigation Battalion. Call the battalion department. Please answer if you hear it!" The commander grabbed the walkie-talkie with a high-power radio and asked loudly.

His half of his body exposed outside the turret shook slightly as the armored vehicle shaking left and right, and his face also showed a very happy expression. Beside him, the gunner in charge of the machine cannon also poked his head and let out a loud cheer.

"Shit... This is the battalion! We can hear your call! We can hear your call! Please speak!" In the headphones, the loud voice of the communication personnel of the reconnaissance battalion department came.

The captain looked at the golden beach and the vast sea in the distance, and smiled and licked his lips. On the blue sea, there, the snow-white waves slapped on the beach, making a refreshing sound.

The commander pressed the telephone and said with a smile: "Report to the battalion department! Report to the battalion department! We have arrived at the English Channel! In front of me is the English Channel!"

"The weather is good today. If you do, I will go down and wash your butt!" The communications officer on the radio joked: "I will submit your report to the division headquarters, long live the head of state."

"Long live the head of state! I'm taking off my clothes!" The captain laughed and turned off the telephone, then glanced at the cannon leader and continued to speak, "Are you interested in going into the sea to wash your butt?"

"I'm afraid of freezing the treasures in my middle." The cannon leader laughed.

Soon, news that the 7th Panzer Army's vanguard troops arrived in the English Channel reached Rommel's army.

"Long live the head of state! Report to the general! The 2nd Company of the 7th Armored Division's division's Investigation Battalion arrived at the English Channel. We have completely sealed the road for the British and French forces to retreat south in Belgium." The Chief of Staff knocked on the door of the front line command that Rommel had just established with a telegram.

Rommel was looking at the nearby combat map at the front of his desk. He expected that the 7th Panzer Army would complete the final mission assigned by the head of state today, but he did not expect that the news would come so quickly.

He straightened up, and as a result, the chief of staff looked carefully at the telegram in his hand, then raised his head and smiled, "I think we should get a bottle of French wine at this time, and then celebrate it with a cheers. But what I want to do more is to sit on the new stuff sent from Berlin and go to the beach of the English Channel to take a look."

"General, although the new equipment has undergone safety tests, if you have to go, it is safer to ride an armored vehicle..." The staff officer frowned and said. He complained helplessly: You can't be more stable, so let us subordinates have a little better? I have made some terrifying and exciting experiences every day, and I feel that I will live for several years less!

"It's okay! I talked to several drivers directly under the military headquarters, and they all said that the thing is actually quite safe." Rommel said excitedly while installing the camera and handing over the papers: "You don't know, that thing is really a good thing. Our head of state is really amazing, it seems that everything can be created!"

Originally, Rommel liked to take photos of the troops in front of the army by light single-wing reconnaissance aircraft, but because of the restrictions on field airports, such entertainment activities are often unattainable for Rommel. This time, Berlin produced a batch of helicopters, and I heard that there were a total of 100 of them. This new aircraft can take off and land without relying on airport facilities, so Rommel immediately salivated.

As the head of state's favorite armored forces and one of the most respected generals among these armored forces, Rommel's request will naturally not be rejected by Akado. So the head of state personally ordered that each armed army headquarters be equipped with a helicopter as equipment for special tasks.

Of course, the so-called special tasks are actually diverse. For example, Goodrian likes to deliver some important urgent items with helicopters; while Rommel likes to use helicopters to take photos and inspect them.

Rommel, who had installed the camera, put on his leather windbreaker, pulled his staff and walked out the door, handing over the task of setting up defense to his deputy commander. The two of them came to a flat land, where a brand new Crusader helicopter was parked.

"Long live the head of state! General!" The ground maintenance personnel of the helicopter saw Rommel and immediately stood attentively saluted.

"I'm going to take a plane to the English Channel to check it out and start the engine immediately!" Rommel smiled and walked to the helicopter, found a seat to sit on, and then tied the seat belt to himself. He fixed his seat position, then took off the headphones and throat telephone used to communicate with the pilot from the side and put it on his head.

The pilot also boarded the plane at about the same time, checked the fuel tank and communication system, and then confirmed whether some equipment was working properly. Then the pilot on the co-pilot checked the ammunition of the machine gun fixed beside him, and then started to start the plane.

The plane's engine made a deafening roar, and a huge airflow blew the soil on the ground to dissipate around. The entire helicopter shook slightly and then soared into the air and left the ground. The pilot continued to increase the power, and the plane slowly rose, until it was a few dozen meters above the ground, and stopped, adjusted its posture slightly, and flew towards the direction Rommel asked for.

On the ground, tanks followed one by one, winding forward along the highway. Grenadiers on both sides followed tiredly with their weapons on their backs. Rommel saw some soldiers looking up and waved to his helicopter. The top of the tank's turret was covered with a German 10,000 flag for the Air Force to identify targets. He picked up the camera and pressed the shutter at the torrent of steel rushing forward.

The helicopter continued to move forward, and soon the scenery below changed a little. The buildings on the ground were burning, and black smoke columns were connected one by one. Thousands of French soldiers were walking dejectedly on the muddy country road. On both sides of the road, the German soldiers responsible for escorting these French prisoners were sharing cigarettes happily.

French heavy artillery after ball were piled up on one side of the road, with curious German soldiers standing on it, full of seized trucks and war horses, which made Rommel's staff widen their eyes.

These French prisoners looked at the sky in despair because there was a sound of engines that had never been heard. They were frightened to see a plane without wings flying overhead, making a loud and loud sound. The huge propeller was actually above the entire plane, and the people on the plane actually took photos of them with their cameras.
Chapter completed!