The situation reversed, and everyone could see that the French were now using the lives of soldiers as bargaining chips to approach victory inch by inch, but the German team could not find any effective way to stop the opponent's pace for a while.

When the French army suddenly launched a group charge, the German officers and soldiers on the front line could hardly believe their eyes. They really could not believe that the tactical literacy of the French commander would be so low.

Suddenly abandoning the tank and effectively covering it, relying on the soldiers holding worn-out rifles howled and charged towards their strong positions. This is a stupid act of suicide no matter how you look at it.

In just a few minutes, the Reed team suffered extremely heavy casualties from the French infantry, and dozens or hundreds of lives disappeared from the world almost every second.

According to the situation at that time, the casualties of the French troops participating in the first wave of charges may have reached 70%. It can be said that those troops have lost their combat effectiveness in terms of institutionalization. The losses suffered by the French team can cause any psychologically normal commander to stop his heart when he gets the casualty report.

But what the Germans couldn't understand was that not only did the French not stop this cruel charge that was consuming a lot of life, but also continued to pour new blood into this meat-mixed battle. The French commander's indifference to the lives of his soldiers could not help but move the strongest armed SS members.

The wave of dusty yellow-brown military uniform, shabby Adriatic helmets and 1917 bayonets hit the German positions endlessly. The soldiers in the front row were shot down by the whole row, while the soldiers behind them did not hesitate to cross the bodies of their comrades and continue to advance wildly.

The Germans finally understood the French commander's intention. The French team was preparing to crush the German trenches with the bodies of soldiers. In order to win, they would do whatever they could to subdue the position with the blood of the soldiers, just as they had done in World War I.

The French commander who commanded the attack must be a cold-blooded madman, which was the unanimous view of all the front-line commanders of Germany at that time. But they had to admit that this madman might be successful. The German team could no longer prevent the opponent from slowly approaching their positions, and the front-line troops were already in a serious crisis.

"Shoot! Keep shooting!"

Warrant Officer Schmitt roared at the top of his lungs.

The French team had already advanced within a hundred meters in front of its position. Although its soldiers were trying hard to pour bullets into the other side, they could not stop the other side from advancing slowly.

The corpses of French soldiers in front of the position were stacked, and the height of the pile of corpses was still increasing. However, whenever a row of enemies was shot and fell, another row of French troops would immediately appear in the sight of the German soldiers. They shouted and flipped over the pile of corpses, staggered forward with bayonets, and then were neatly knocked down in the mud by the German soldiers.

Schmitt stared at the hellish scene in front of him, and even though he was recognized as having a steely will, he could not help but feel a burst of vomiting from his stomach.

Schmitt tried his best to hide his anxiety in front of the soldiers. He straightened his body and tightened his muscles. Because Schmitt knew that if he didn't do this, he would tremble like a leaf in the wind.

It was not because of his timidity, but an involuntary instinctive reaction, because Schmitt felt that he and his brave subordinates might never be able to return to Germany again.

He had imagined how he would end his life, and he was also prepared to die gloriously on the battlefield, but when this moment was about to come, he found that he was not prepared at all.

The German soldiers did not think as much as their platoon leader thought. They just mechanically repeated the shooting movements, loading, loading, aiming, and shooting, and made a volley every two seconds. After knocking down a row of enemies, they continued to load, aiming, and shooting.

The distance between the two sides was close to seventy meters, and the distance between the two sides was close to being able to vaguely distinguish the face of the opponent. The armed SS members were surprised to find that under the Adria helmets were black or brown faces.

“African colonial forces!”

"It's the savage blacks and Arabs!"

The soldiers couldn't help but screamed. It was famous for African soldiers to ignore their lives. Only then did the Germans understand why the other party suffered such losses and maintained the momentum of attack.

The German soldiers' shooting became even more crazy, and everyone knew what would happen if they fell into the hands of those savages.

French colonial troops continued to advance with their blood, the first row of impact lines was 60 meters away from the German position, and French tanks were 120 meters away from the German position.

Suddenly, a row of fireballs appeared in the dense formation of the French team, and then the second and third rows, the German artillery finally started their blocking and shooting.

From 80 mm mortars to 75 mm infantry artillery, the regiment artillery poured hundreds of kilograms of high-energy medicine and more steel debris to the French infantry in just over a dozen seconds.

At the same time, huge fireballs rose from the offensive formation of French tanks. Several Matildas who rushed in the front were beaten to the ground. Then what caught everyone's eyes was the brilliant sparks when the ammunition exploded.

"Fenris" finally arrived at his launch position. German tank sniper gunners struggled to fire 88mm armor-piercing bombs at French tanks, and their shooting speed even exceeded their previous battle.

They must use their actions to atone for the mistakes they made before, because the current scene would not have happened if they had not transferred their positions without their permission.

The power of "Fenris" was once again proved. The German gunners fired nine volleys in half a minute, and the French tank group then completely collapsed.

When the French tankers learned from the burning car of their comrades, their tanks could not resist German shells at all, Major Firian, who had already been retiring, had already turned around and fled to his position.

The company commander's departure and the sound of the destroyed tanks around him completely shattered the French tankers' determination to continue fighting. The French tanks in the front row began to turn one by one, and then chased the figure of their commander and fled towards the French position. The tanks in the back row turned around before they understood what was going on.

What's more, because the steering directions of each vehicle were different, several tanks collided. At this time, the French tankers who were already panicked had a deep understanding of the meaning of quick decisions. They actually drilled out the tank that they could not move and ran backwards.

The French tank group left behind twenty-three burning wreckages and all the infantry fighting bloody battles withdrew from the battlefield. Their performance in front of the German team was more like a vanishing than a retreat.

Several tanks that were panicking actually rushed into the subsequent infantry formation that was constantly rushing forward. Not only did they break the infantry formation that was about to charge, but the tanks that were determined to retreat also knocked many soldiers who could not dodge to the ground. Then they crushed them without hesitation, and the French team was immediately in chaos.

But all this was still too late for the German soldiers on the front line, and the French infantry had approached their positions.

The German artillery's blocking shooting did not achieve the effect they wanted except for causing certain casualties to the opponent. The shells did not even slow down the French team's pace by one or a half points.

Although the firepower of the German regiment artillery was strong, the French attack formation that was three kilometers wide effectively dispersed the firepower of the German artillery. For the German soldiers on the front line, the support provided by the artillery was only a drop in the bucket. Basically, just after a circle of French soldiers was blown down, the gap would be immediately filled by another group of French infantry.

"Sir! Sir! Scheme the reserve team! It's too late to give up the front line!"

Major Murray said to Daogen in a low voice.

"No! It's not time to dispatch the reserve team yet! Let the second-line position be raised to the third-line position first, which is the focus of the French attack. The commander of the third-line position is... Warrant Officer Schmitt."

Daogen frowned and looked at the French infantry group that was approaching this line of positions. The veins on his forehead burst out, and everyone could see that the SS colonel was in anger.

"Yes, sir, it's Warrant Officer Schmitt."

"If it were him, I should be able to hold on for a while. I believe in my vision. I immediately ordered the seventh and eighth rows on the second line to support the third row positions immediately."

"The order has been issued, and the two platoons are moving towards the three platoon positions."

"Look! What is that!"

The combat staff, who were watching the frontier battle situation with a telescope, screamed loudly.

"It's the French foreign legion! It's the foreign legion!"

The combat staff shouted.

Daogen quickly picked up his telescope and looked towards the position. He immediately found his target in the chaotic enemy camp. A large group of soldiers wearing white cylinder caps were advancing towards the German frontier positions, looking like a white warship in the large ocean of blue and black steel helmets.

"Their goal is to have a three-row position on the front! Immediately order the ninth row on the second-line position to join the support for the third-row position! How could there be a foreign corps? It's so damn, it's not mentioned in the previous information!"

The blue veins on the forehead of Taoist root raised a little more.

The French Foreign Corps is not the kind of mercenary mob that ordinary people think of. This corps with a history of hundreds of years is definitely one of the most elite corps in the French team.

Although his early reputation was not very good, he refused to accept applicants in order to solicit enough soldiers. As a result, a large number of exiled nobles or thrillers, either smuggled immigrants and wanted criminals from abroad joined the foreign corps.

Various types of personnel fill the entire corps, and the soldiers' loyalty is incredible. Basically, as long as the battle begins to be unfavorable to the corps, a large number of deserters will be immediately generated. Sometimes the desertion rate reaches 30%, which is unimaginable to other regular troops.

However, after decades of development, the foreign legion has corrected his mistakes. Now his system of identifying soldiers is actually more stringent than the French Army's conscription conditions, and all the selected soldiers have first-class personal qualities.

Moreover, since the soldiers entered the corps, they were constantly instilled with the idea of ​​loyalty to the corps. What is interesting is that the oath of this French foreign legion is not "loyalty to France", but "loyalty to the foreign legion".

Their slogan is "The Legion is my family". This kind of omnipresent loyal education has created a unit with extremely strong cohesion. Because all the Legion soldiers are a family, no one will ignore their family for their own escape, so the Legion will never allow the comrades who give up their legion to escape.

But this also caused a sequelae, and this habit led to the army being either completely victorious or completely wiped out in battle.

In addition, they also had a habit that seemed very stupid to Daogen. In order to prove their bravery, these soldiers refused to wear steel helmets. No matter how fierce the battle was, they insisted on wearing the unprotected white dome hat that had become the symbol of the foreign legion.

In any case, the French foreign army is definitely a difficult enemy, and their combat effectiveness is even better than that of the armed SS.

Dogen said to the combat staff worriedly: "Report this situation to the General Command immediately. I hope the support troops can catch up..."

"Grenade! Pitching grenade!"

Schmitt shouted loudly, and he picked up a grenade beside him with the tail cover, pulled the fuse hard, and then swung his arm to throw out the grenade that was spraying with white smoke.

The French colonial soldiers had rushed to a distance of fifty meters from the German trench, which was exactly the distance where the grenades could exert their power. The German soldiers began to throw bombs at the wall of people facing them.

For infantry, grenades are sometimes more terrifying than machine guns. After the grenades exploded in the French infantry group, the German soldiers were surprised to find that the French team's pace had stopped for the first time.

But this lasted for a few seconds, and then the colonial soldiers began their crazy advance again.

At this time, the two only machine guns in Schmitt's platoon, which were originally as crisp as lawn mowers, almost stopped at the same time.

Schmitt's heart suddenly became cold, and it was actually at the most critical moment...

"Machine gun! Keep shooting!"

Schmitt roared loudly.

"It's reached the limit, sir! It's reached the limit!"

Sergeant Crent, a squad leader, shouted at the machine gun bunker. The machine gunners looked helplessly at the burnt barrel, and then picked up the Mauser rifle beside them.

"Fight!"

Schmitt gritted his teeth and swept out the last box of bullets in his mp38 at the French infantry, then threw the gun and pulled out his Ruger from the holster at his waist.

"Grenade!"

Schmitt made a loud order. When this row of grenades exploded in the French camp, Schmitt issued another order.

"All rows, bayonets!"

At this time, the armed SS members understood that their last moment had come. The soldiers pulled out their bayonets from the edge of the trench without saying a word and inserted them into Mauser's 98k bayonet seat. Then they held the rifle steadily and raised it upwards. The sharp bayonet was shining with dazzling cold light.

The soldiers looked coldly at the French colonial soldiers approaching them. No one could find a trace of fear in their faces, and only saw contempt for the enemy.

The armed SS members raised their heads proudly, waiting for the arrival of cruel hand-to-hand combat. They knew that they would definitely die in hand-to-hand combat, but now no one is nervous about the upcoming death. After all, death is inevitable for them. So instead of dying in fear, it is better to sacrifice with pride. This is the best destination for a Germanic warrior. At least they fulfilled their oath and fought for Germany until the last breath.

Author's notice: I've been waiting for a long time. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry to you. I'm still ill and have to get an IV every day. I didn't expect that this viral cold is so difficult and the fever makes me dizzy. Although I have had this before, this time is the most powerful, so I really can't write a book. I promise you that I will continue to update VIP once the disease is cured. So please be a little patient with your brothers who support this book, and don't urge me to do so in the book review area.

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