"General, you're ready." Muller reported to Xu Jun, holding a signal gun in his hand.

Xu Jun had already briefly told Mueller about his plan, but he didn't expect that this guy accepted it all without even mentioning any questions. It seems that he is blindly confident in Xu Jun now, and he is such a simple guy.

"Okay, let the British taste our power. I want the British commander on the opposite side to experience a battle that will last forever." Xu Jun said with a smile. "I hope he has participated in a war."

"Haha, it seems that the British have made up their minds to eat us. It seems that they have sent a group. I look forward to seeing them fleeing." Mueller said excitedly.

Xu Jun picked up the telescope and looked forward. The British soldiers lined up in a scattered formation and slowly moved. Finally, they knew why "Matilda" was called an infantry tank. It was indeed as slow as those infantry. When the soldiers entered the effective range of the rifle, with the rapid whistle of the officers leading the team, the British soldiers began to roar and run quickly with their guns. "Matilda" also began to stop shooting for a short time. But because of this, the tank began to slowly

It fell behind the infantry. The infantry rushed forward regardless of the backward tanks. It seemed that the performance of the tank troops during the last attack had already made the British infantry officers lose their confidence in them. The British army's sense of honor prompted them not to stop the soldiers from being disconnected from the tanks. They just shouted and asked the soldiers to maintain the charge formation. As a result, it turned into a strange formation of infantry in front and tanks behind, and quickly pressed towards the German positions.

"What is this a coordinated tactic for Step and Tan?" Xu Jun shook his head as he saw it.

"I really don't know what the British Army Department thinks. They dress like a target here." Mueller said to Xu Jun while smiling.

Xu Jun watched the British soldiers running conspicuously in their yellow military uniforms on the green fields in France, and replied with a smile. "Then I hope our soldiers can have a happy shooting. I have learned about the stupidity of the generals of the British Army Department, haha."

Seeing the British soldiers getting closer, the German officials shouted in the trenches. "Calm down! Calm down! Wait for orders, no shooting. Put them in a little more." The officers shouted excitedly and restrained the soldiers while looking in the direction of Xu Jun frequently.

Xu Jun felt nervous and trembling. The critical moment was coming. He didn't know whether his tactics could succeed. If they failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"General!" Muller urged Xu Jun. "They are almost 100 meters away."

Xu Jun looked at the young faces of the British infantry opposite, gritted his teeth and pulled out the Gru P08 pistol that he was asking for Mueller.

"Open fire!"

"Open fire!"

The orders began to be passed on the position.

British Army Private Wells ran desperately towards the German position with his "Lee Enfield" rifle. He tried his best to make himself yell like a veteran, with bubbles on his mouth. He carried a heavy backpack and his whole body of equipment was "ding" in a row. The leggings seemed to be a little tight, and now the calf hurts, and the strap of the helmet seemed too loose again. Now the helmet has been run away crooked.

Wells didn't care about so much. He wanted to make achievements in this battle, just like his grandfather did in Asia. My father said that when his grandfather returned from Asia with medals on his chest, the whole town cheered him. He also brought back a few exquisite porcelain and paintings painted on a very soft paper. It was said that it was the things of the Asian emperor. His grandfather exchanged those things for a small farm, and all his neighbors envied them. At that time, he made up his mind to become a hero like his grandfather.

Wells ran desperately, staring at the damn German positions opposite him. He wondered why the other party had not made any movement yet. Did the other party want to surrender? Why didn't they hang up those German white shorts?

Some veterans didn't think so. The more they ran, the colder they were. Although they didn't know what would happen later, the situation was too strange. It seemed not very good. The veterans took out their secret skills and secretly slowed down without being discovered by the officers and hid behind the team.

Wells rushed to the front with great excitement. He could clearly see the Germans' faces. At this moment, he felt something was wrong. The Germans did not look like they wanted to surrender. Instead, they stared at him motionlessly with guns, with fierce eyes glowing. Then Wells heard a sound of commands in the German positions, short and powerful. Wells finally knew what would happen, and he shouted in fear. Then with the sudden burst of gunfire, Private Wells saw the whole hell.

German soldiers were firing at the British infantry frantically, regardless of the threat of the tank shells that were constantly exploding around and machine gun bullets running around.

mg34's crazy miserable roar, 98k's crisp and loud squeal, mp38's rapid and brisk singing, flag/38/20's dull and hesitant sighs form a magnificent and magnificent music of death.

100 meters away was a scene of hell. The first row of British soldiers were torn to pieces when the Germans first started shooting. The soldiers behind fell down like wheat in the wheat field, or struggled and shouted on the ground with their wounds.

All this makes people feel like they are back in 1918. The only difference is that the Germans performed on this clearing at that time.

The impact of the British infantry was stopped in an instant. The recruits ran around in the crazy barrage of the Germans, and the veterans fell to the ground with their heads in their arms. The German m24 long-handled grenades kept exploding in the crowd, and the British found that their m36 grenades could not be thrown into the German trenches. No one could throw this 510 grams oval grenade so far. And if any British soldier dared to stand up and throw the grenades, he would be ready to lie down with holes all over his body.

The second tanks of the first row of "Matilda" finally followed the infantry at this time, but because the infantry formation had been completely disrupted, they were surrounded by their own infantrymen looking for cover everywhere, and could only use machine guns and artillery to vent their anger, but could not move a step.

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Chapter completed!