A German infantry who wanted to rush across the street was hit by a bullet, and his body trembled and fell to the side of the road. His body was a little twisted by the shoulders on the side of the road. After twitching for two times, he never moved again.

Not far from him, two German soldiers were shooting violently at their targets with rifles. They were attacking a position where the French were stationed, an ancient building with three stories high.

A cannonball roared across the roof and exploded not far away, bringing out a thick black smoke. The huge explosion sounded deafening, and the splashed rubble and gravel were everywhere. The violent vibration could be felt two hundred meters away.

The shock wave and huge sound shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings and fell to the ground. The building closest to the shell collapsed in an instant.

"Machine gun team! Set up here! Shoot the buildings over there to cover the infantry to get close to there! Quick!" A German infantry platoon leader leaned against the wall of a building and ordered loudly to the soldiers behind him. His accent was a little hoarse, and it seemed that the days of fighting had brought him a little fatigue.

In the room behind him, a German machine gun was quickly set up under the busyness of the machine gun team. Through the curtains, the black muzzle sticks out of the window and aimed at the French positions. They were waiting for the order of the platoon leader, and just waited for a command to pull the trigger to suppress the French firepower.

The bullet hit the platoon leader's feet, splashing a gray smoke. He seemed to turn a blind eye, bent over the broken rubble and urged his troops to move forward quickly: "Left and left and right! Move apart! Pay attention to the French firepower points, anti-tank teams, come to me! Quick!"

A bullet hit the wall on one side of him, leaving a deep bullet hole less than twenty centimeters from his ear. He squatted down, waited for the bazooka team to run up, then patted their shoulders, put his face in their ears and shouted loudly: "See the buildings over there, are you? The French defenders there are fighting stubbornly, give them a shell, I want to shut up!"

The soldier carrying a bazooka nodded, saying that he had heard the order clearly. The ammunition loading hand following him stuffed a rocket into the bazooka barrel, and then knocked on the anti-tank hand's helmet.

The platoon leader saw that they were ready, so he ordered loudly: "Three, Two, One! Fire cover!" After saying that, he took a sudden step forward, picked up the g43 rifle and shot all the bullets in his magazines at the window on the second floor of the building that kept spraying flames.

The machine gun that had been ambushed for a long time also roared, spraying fire tongues and swept towards the French position with tracer bullets, and rolling up a piece of white smoke there, making people know at a glance that the opposite side must have been beaten miserably.

The German infantry on both sides picked up the weapons in their hands and shot fiercely at their targets. Bullets hit the building that the French team was holding. The German army's dense firepower was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Soon the French machine gun positions disappeared, and some rifles that covered the shooting disappeared.

The anti-tank hand carrying an iron fist anti-tank rocket launcher knelt on the ground, leaned out and aimed at his target. A thick smoke ejected from the tail of the rocket launcher, and a rocket flew rapidly towards its target. Then a violent explosion sounded. The window with the French Hatchcas heavy machine gun could no longer be seen clearly because of the explosion. However, the gunshots in this area seemed to have stopped with the explosion!

"Oh God! Let's surrender! Don't shoot! We surrender!" On the French position, a voice shouted in German.

"Hold your hands up! Let us see that you don't have weapons in your hands! Then come over!" a German soldier leaned against the wall and replied loudly in French.

"Don't shoot! We're coming out! We have no ammunition! Don't shoot!" The Frenchman still shouted in German, and then a haggard French soldier walked out of the ruins. He held his hands high, then threw his gun on the rubble of the ruins aside, and walked out carefully.

He also held a white handkerchief in his hand, his neck was shrouded in his coat, his body was covered in dust, and many parts of his leather boots were worn out. He wore a wide rain-covered helmet that looked a bit like ancient armor, and his eyes were filled with fear and prayer.

"Medical Soldier!" A German soldier yelled mournfully on the ground not far away. A few minutes before the end of the battle, he was hit in the thigh by a bullet and fell in the middle of the road, covering his injured place waiting for help.

Two German soldiers walked up with rifles on their backs and squatted beside him. One helped to treat the wound, while the other just looked around with vigilance. About thirty seconds later, two soldiers carrying medical boxes rushed over and began to rescue the wounded German infantry here.

French soldiers followed one after another and walked out of the ruins. Where they abandoned their guns, they almost piled up a hill of guns. About a battalion of French soldiers raised white flags. The French soldiers squatted together in frustration, and were watched by more than a dozen German soldiers holding cigarettes.

The French soldiers held their heads with their hands and looked at two German medical soldiers not far away to rescue the infantry who were injured by someone among them. A few minutes ago, they were still enemies, but now some were injured and screaming, and some became prisoners and squatted in humiliation here. On another street a few hundred meters away, the battle continued.

The German army began to use the defense line stationed by the surrendered French team to detour towards the stubborn French army. The two sides fought wildly between several buildings. A hidden machine gun position of the French army caused considerable casualties to the Germans, and almost five German soldiers fell on the way to charge.

However, with the unique sound of g42 machine gun tearing the linen, the German courage came back again. The extremely high-fire g42 machine gun easily suppressed the French machine gun position. The German grenades began to penetrate the two wings and soon approached the throwing distance of the grenades. So, without any hesitation, several grenades patrolled the French machine gun position at the same time. After a thick smoke, there was nothing to stop these German soldiers shouting long live the head of state to charge forward.

This is a Shura field, and this is the fast lane to hell. Every life becomes small here, and every breath is more precious here. The scorching fire and the burial of rubble, every soldier who can survive here is the elite of the elite. Living for an hour here will be more thrilling than living for a lifetime on weekdays.

This is the most realistic battlefield. There is no crazy man in the TV series who shouts to encourage his comrades to charge, and there is no such crowded attack and defense scene as imagined. Here are only people who put their faces on the ground and pray to continue to live. They will cry when they are hit, and they will bend over and bow their legs when they run, and how ugly it is. But here is indeed a battlefield, a real battlefield.

Unlike those German armored troops that attacked rapidly thousands of miles a day, the German infantry was responsible for encircling and annihilation of enemy troops surrounded by armored troops. Their combat mission was often to capture targets with enemy troops stationed under complex terrain.

These soldiers did not have the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, and lacked the firepower support of the air force. They had to pay a heavy price for every step forward, but they still completed all the tasks assigned by the military.

They proved with their practical actions that the German Army is not only the armored forces, and they won the respect of all German generals with their sacrifices.

Whether on the muddy country road, in the ruins of the city, in the vast forest, or among the steep mountains and ridges that cannot be seen, the German infantry used their perseverance to prove to the world the strength of their "No. 1 Army in the World" to the world.

The French team, lacking ammunition and supplies, surrendered for 3 hours, and the scale of this surrender was unprecedentedly powerful. A French elite infantry division stationed here surrendered to the 7th German Infantry Division, and about 8,000 French soldiers put down their weapons.

In the afternoon, the nearby French soldiers surrendered one after another. In addition to a small number of them resisting, these French soldiers gathered in groups of three or five, sharing some unhealthy foods from the Germans. However, they did not have the expression of the defeated man on their faces. Because of hunger and lack of ammunition, they showed a very optimistic attitude towards being able to have a full meal after surrender.

Colonel Friedric took a flag symbolizing the honor of a force from a French major general. He heard in the suburban command that the French troops, which were facing forward, finally surrendered, and led his chief of staff and guards to the town with gunfire a few minutes ago.

German war correspondents surrounded the victorious German colonel commander, who was wearing a long coat, and the coat was not neat. Friedric had various pieces hanging on his chest, making his dress look no different from the grocery vendor.

He was wearing a pistol and armed belt, carrying a big leather bag with a map, and a telescope on his chest. His outfit made him look a little funny, but his face was filled with a tired and excited smile.

The jurist who handed over his military flag had a look of frustration on his face.
Chapter completed!