Major Foucault, the second battalion commander of the First Tank Regiment of the Tank Brigade of the British Army, was looking at everything in front of him in his "Matilda" type 2 tank.

He really couldn't figure out how the invincible tank troops he had always been proud of were in such an awkward situation.

After the six "Matildas" were blown up by the Germans, the high morale of their troops caused by the successful destruction of the opponent's anti-tank artillery became a huge drop. And he was also scolded by Colonel Glenn. His troops became the laughing stock of all infantry soldiers.

So in order to cleanse the shame and boost morale again, in this surprise, I took a desperate bet on all the "Matilda" type 2 to the front line, and the "Matilda" type 1 also came out to follow.

Unexpectedly, the infantrymen did not accompany him at all, and they all ran to the front of the tank. This made me feel ashamed of being completely ignored. I quickly ordered other tanks to advance at full speed while shooting.

However, the speed of "Matilda" was too slow, and because the continuous marching tracks were seriously worn, even the second type could only run 12 kilometers per hour in this soft field, let alone those first type. As a result, not only did not catch up with the infantry, but also distanced between their tanks. When his "Matilda" type 2 finally followed the infantry, the second row of "Matilda" type 1 was still struggling 200 meters away.

The infantry finally suffered from abandoning themselves to charge alone, and was beaten to the ground by the Germans. When he was about to order the tank troops to advance towards the Germans, the infantry actually surrounded his tanks. I really don’t know what they were thinking. Now he was full of infantry in front, back and left and right, and he couldn’t move at all, so he had to stop and shoot at the Germans. Major Foucault really wanted to open the top cover and drill out to drive the infantry cowards away, but the "bang" sounds made by German machine guns and bullets kept hitting the tank turrets forced him to give up this idea.

Xu Jun looked at the British infantry who were struggling and rushing forward with sadness. It was the stupidity of the British officer who caused everything that was now chaotic. When Xu Jun saw this, he ordered Mueller, who was so excited that he was drooling around.

"Let's get started."

"As for orders! General." Then Mueller fired a red signal flare into the air.

At the forefront of the position, the British infantry suddenly heard a sharp roar of artillery shells, screaming to disperse the dense formation, but this once again aggravated the chaos.

The British soldiers lying in the middle watched the shells fall in front of them. To their surprise, the legendary terrifying scene of flesh and blood flying did not appear. The shells did not explode after being inserted into the soil, but rolled white smoke came out, and the soldiers and tanks were shrouded in a smoke.

The roar of the second round of shells was even more sad.

"Mortar! Hidden!" an officer shouted.

But the soldiers no longer cared about anything, and there was a large area of ​​white smoke shrouded around them. The Germans were still firing wildly, and the deadly bullets flew out of the white smoke like locusts. There was nothing more than such passive beating.

The mortars still hit smoke bombs, but the smoke emitted by the smoke bombs was strangely pale yellow. The soldiers nearby were coughing violently by the thick smoke, and some even covered their eyes and cried. One after another, these shells were hit into the crowd. In an instant, a cough and crying sound came from the British assault group.

"My eyes!"

"Ahem, help me, I can't breathe anymore. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The British officers looked at the thick smoke in front of them with their eyes and noses rushing out, and then rolled in pain on the ground.

A terrifying term "poison gas" appeared in their minds. Suddenly, the German shooting stopped. The officers saw German soldiers wearing gas masks rushing towards them with bayonets, which made the officers even more determined that the smoke was poisonous gas.

"Retreat!" an officer screamed.

He fled to his position with his head. The soldiers behind him were overjoyed when they heard the order and immediately got up from the ground and turned around and ran backwards.

The retreat of this small team caused a chain reaction. All the British began to turn around and run away. The soldiers who were smoked by the smoke also endured the pain and supported each other and ran back desperately. They were now determined to leave this hell quickly and find a good doctor. The retreat turned into a runaway.

Major Focos was frightened in his tank, and the smoke had already penetrated into the tank through the vents and various gaps. The pungent smell and the painful eyes hooked up his fearful memories. His two brothers died in the battle of the first battle. At this time, the earphones were already filled with screams from other crew members.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Major Focos shouted at the radio and his driver.

"No! I can't see the road, and we are surrounded by our own people."

The other crew members also reported the same situation. Major Focos felt that his respiratory tract was as painful as fire, and he was not attentive to anything now.

"Abandon the car! We must leave here immediately. All the unmovable crew abandon the car. Get out of this smoke. Retreat! Retreat!" Major Focos roared with his painful neck. Then he opened the top cover and drilled out, and took the crew members who were also smoky and crawled in the direction of their positions.

The "Matilda" types outside the smoke had already hung upside down when they were not in good condition. When they heard the order to retreat, they immediately reversed at full speed and fled back to the starting point.

Colonel Glenn felt very depressed from the beginning of the attack. How did the infantry run to the front of the tank?

"But that's nothing. The glory of the British Empire Army is to move forward bravely and rush forward in front of all the teams. God prefers infantry." Colonel Glenn thought. He watched the brave young men roaring and rushed towards the enemy's position, and couldn't help but think of his glory during World War I. It was the same at that time. I really miss it.

Strangely, the Germans' positions were completely unchanged. "What are you doing? Are those stupid Germans knocked out by the fire in front of them? It seems that my soldiers can easily win." Colonel Glenn thought happily.

After the Germans opened fire, Colonel Glenn was not worried. His team seemed to have rushed to a place only 100 meters away from the Germans. It was too late for the Germans to open fire now. Now, as long as the tanks follow, they can immediately break through the distance of 100 meters, and victory is right in front of them.

But the situation later shocked him. His brave young infantry men actually blocked the tank.

"Hell, why are you thrusting like this? What is the battlefield commander doing?" Colonel Glenn shouted angrily.

When the German smoke bombs hit the infantry group, Colonel Glenn was still wondering what kind of tactics it was? But when he saw the chaos at the edge of the smoke from his telescope, the horror memories of 1917 came back to his mind.

"It's poison gas! The damn Germans have used poison gas on us. Hurry up! Get me the headquarters! Give me the gas mask! Fortunately, there is no wind today. Oh my God! Damn German guy!" Colonel Glenn was frightened and speechless.

Finally, a calm staff officer came forward to remind him, "Col. What should I do now? Retrieve the team?"

"Yes! Retreat, let them retreat! Hurry! Let them retreat!" Colonel Glenn shouted desperately after reacting. But before his order was issued, the team had already collapsed.

"Archite! Ask the artillery positions to shell the Germans! To destroy all the shameless Germans into hell!" Colonel Glenn shouted to the staff.

"Col. The artillery battalion called and they were bombarded by German large-caliber artillery and suffered great losses."

This news finally caused Colonel Glenn, who was about to collapse, to fall to the ground all of a sudden.;
Chapter completed!