The Germans who charged against the charge did not continue to pursue the fleeing British soldiers, but stopped at the edge of the smoke and retreated back into the smoke. Then, after a roar of the engine, everything returned to peace.

The smoke began to slowly dissipate, revealing the bodies of British soldiers everywhere, and countless guns were thrown all over the ground, and there were still bursts of calls for help from injured British soldiers from afar. The seven "Matilda" II tanks abandoned on the battlefield had already stopped steadily at the German positions, with their muzzles facing their original owners.

Colonel Glenn looked at all this in frustration, feeling that his future was as dim as the sky now.

"Col. Please allow me to report to you." A military doctor came over.

"Is it about the casualties of poison gas? How about it, what is the casualties? Is it very serious? Did you find out what poison gas is?" Colonel Glenn asked anxiously.

"Col. I don't know what to say. I checked all the soldiers who were injured before and found no signs of ulceration or burns. All the injured soldiers only felt the same pain as their eyes and throats. After cleaning, the symptoms slowly disappeared. So I suspected that the other party was not using any poison gas, but an irritating substance. Later, I found this on the soldiers' clothes, and after analysis, I determined that this thing was..."

"Pepper, hahahaha!"

Xu Jun laughed wildly in the trenches. "The effect you see is produced after mixing and burning the pepper and smoke bombs. Hahaha, they will definitely think they are poisoned! The horror of 1915 is still shrouding the British Army."

"Your Deputy Head of State is such a genius. This method is something I would never imagine." Daogen looked up.

"My dear deputy head, your tactics have made us completely revenge on the British, and all the soldiers cheer for you." Randolph caught up.

"General! We repelled the attack of one of the opponent's regiments, killed at least one company of British soldiers, seized seven British tanks, and only a dozen soldiers were killed or killed. This is a great victory and a classic battle example that can be written into the army textbooks." Muller shook his tail happily on the side.

"You have earned yourself a real medal. General." Hans said with a little meaning, and then gave a standard military salute.

"Oh, no, this is all due to the hard work of all our brave soldiers and the stupid tactics of the British commander. I just suddenly came up with a mean trick. Unfortunately, we won't want to eat the pepper stewed sausage made by the chef in the past few days." Everyone laughed at this.

"It was your trick that defeated the British and won us time, General." Hans looked at the woods beside the position, and a heavy tractor roared out beside the woods under the setting sun. "It should be that the 78th Artillery Battalion has arrived, General."

At this moment, a terrifying roar came from a distance from the British position in the distance, "These damn German liars!" Xu Jun and these German officials who could understand English couldn't help but laugh again. The sun slowly set from the West, and Xu Jun's first battle in this world came to an end.

Night soon fell, and the troops on both sides stopped all their actions. The British and Germans began to confront each other through the open space of more than 1,200 meters.

The German soldiers were cheering and making noises with freshly out of the pot, chewing the fried sausages, cheering each other about how many British men they had killed in the battle ahead, laughing at the British's ugly offensive operation, and talking more about their new young, smart, great and noble commander. The soldiers now firmly believe that this great man can lead them to completely defeat the British men on the opposite side, and then lead themselves to destroy all the enemies and end the war quickly.

And what is our new young, smart, great and noble commander doing now?

The trenches dug by the French during World War I were indeed very complete. In addition to ordinary infantry trenches, there were artillery shelters, field kitchens and position aid centers. However, these facilities now have no thick pine wood covers that used to be.

Now Xu Jun is sitting in the previous artillery shelter. Muller found a piece of timber cover with a truck to cover the open-air shelter and arranged it into a temporary field command and officer canteen.

Xu Jun sat on an ammunition box set up in a tree next to a long folding table brought from the field kitchen while drinking freshly brewed coffee while looking at the map on the table. The other officers sat around the table and ate their own dinners, relaxingly joking with each other.

Xu Jun can finally relax and sort out his thoughts. Overall, the situation has begun to improve, at least the British army on the other side can no longer threaten him.

The 78th Artillery Regiment finally arrived here. Slom finally failed to fulfill his vow to arrive here within 20 minutes. He spent a full half hour on the road. However, because he finally brought the cannons over and the British attack had been repelled, Xu Jun did not make things difficult for him, but expressed a little dissatisfaction with his loss.

Srom quickly explained the situation. It turned out that in order to speed up the junction with the main force, they drove the convoy on a branch road that extended to the southwest as marked on the map. They were originally in that direction and could meet the main force. But when they were halfway through the drive, they found that it was not the road on the map at all. What they didn't expect was that the dirt road had a slow arc, which was originally towards the southwest, but soon turned to the south, and they were taken to the southeast of the battlefield.

They originally wanted to contact the large army, but they couldn't contact them no matter how they were. They didn't know what the battlefield was and didn't dare to run around casually. So they stopped there and waited for instructions.

Xu Jun forgave the dramatic loss of the 78th Artillery Corps. Since they have become the laughing stock of the entire Seventh Division soldiers, don’t punish them anymore.

After this incident, the 78th Artillery Regiment has been called the "Lamb" regiment by German soldiers.

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Chapter completed!