Two Hundred and Forty-Five Strikes

"Isn't this a win? The French are nothing special." At the same time, in the square of the town, Boroll picked up a rifle from a French scout, and fumbled in the pocket of the corpse with the other hand with.

Just now, a 7-man French reconnaissance force arrived here, entered the village in a daze, and was made dumplings by German paratroopers led by Boroll. The Germans opened fire from all directions, and the French soldiers fell to the ground within seconds.

"It seems that the main force of the French army is not far away." Baloo took out a few banknotes from the corpse of a French soldier, stuffed them into his pocket, and then took them out of the other pocket. A box of French cigarettes was dug out.

The bearded man came over to share the spoils. He was obviously more interested in a French army standard telescope, and he got a French pistol, which seemed to be in a good mood.

"It is indeed not far away." Boroll nodded and said: "A tough battle is coming, let's see how we can stick here for 3 hours."

a few hours later...

The rumble of artillery in the distance shows that the French army has launched an assault on the main German defensive position, but the village on the flank still maintains its peace and tranquility. The ground trembled slightly due to the explosion of the shells, and the branches were creaked by the cold wind.

A French B1 heavy tank slowly climbed up the slope and appeared in front of this quiet Dutch village where Boroll was stationed. Immediately afterwards, another B1 revealed its turret on the horizon. Behind these two tanks, there were dozens of French soldiers with unique helmets.

This French b1 heavy tank has a 47mm and a 75mm artillery, a frontal armor of 60mm, a combat weight of 30 tons, and a novel design. After the main turret is closed, it still has a fairly good view, and an emergency escape door is also installed on the bottom of the vehicle. , In addition, the transmission system is also protected by armor. It can be said to be the tank with the strongest firepower and protection in the early days of World War II except for the Soviet kv heavy tank. However, the mechanical performance of the Shire b1 tank is not stable, and it often breaks down; and it requires a high degree of cooperation of four crew members to fully exert its combat effectiveness. Very inefficient.

If it was in another time and space, the German infantry obviously had nothing to do with this French behemoth, and their 37mm anti-tank guns could not penetrate the protective armor of this tank at all. But now the German anti-tank guns have been upgraded to 75 mm caliber, and it is obviously still capable of dealing with this kind of tanks.

Boroll put down the binoculars in his hand, bent over and ran to a machine gun position in the trench, and pointed to the French infantry behind the French tank: "Fire later,

Leave the tanks alone and go straight to the infantry, without them the tanks aren't too difficult to deal with. "

The machine gunner nodded, and pointed the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun at the frontmost French soldiers through the grass. Borol looked at Balu in the distance, and found that Balu was also looking at him. He nodded his head at Balu, and Balu nodded in return.

"Fire!" At a close enough distance, the German ambush position opened fire. The reason why the French troops were placed at such a close distance was that Boroll had his own plan: he only had one anti-tank gun, so He hoped to let his infantry fire first, while the anti-tank guns on one side hid in the corner and attacked sneakily, so that the French tanks could not figure out what weapon they were eliminated by.

"Tut! Thu!" With an order, the German machine gun positions on both sides opened fire, and the bullets flew towards the French like locusts. The weapons in the hands of the German army were obviously far ahead of the French in terms of firepower density. Long guns and short cannons fired together, and tracer bullets with ordinary bullets swept down a dozen French soldiers at once.

The sudden attack of the German paratroopers obviously frightened the French, and the French infantry began to retreat, leaving the two huge looking b1 tanks in the middle of the road. The French tanks were still moving forward, their heavy bodies were not fast, but the tall figures made the German paratroopers a little confused. After all, this kind of big guy looks very strong-of course, in fact they are also very strong.

On the small turret, the 7.5mm machine gun next to the 47mm caliber gun was firing violently. A German paratrooper was shot by the machine gun and fell down in the trench because the distance was too close. achieved their first victory.

"Boom!" The German anti-tank gun that had been hiding in the corner finally opened fire. The shell hit the side of the French b1 tank at once, and it seemed to penetrate its thick side skirt, leaving a hole on it. A dark hole. The shooting angle was very well grasped. The French tank moved half a meter forward by virtue of inertia, and then stopped.

Immediately after there was a loud noise, the tank exploded. The flames burst out of the car body, the turret was blown into the air, and the cannon in front of the car body suddenly drooped, as if it had lost its soul. Thick smoke from this tank blocked the view of the tank behind it, and the French tank behind it adjusted its direction awkwardly, trying to skirt the obstacle blocking the way.

The thick smoke blocked the view of the French and also the German troops, whose fire stopped because it was impossible to aim and shoot. They silently watched the French troops withdraw from their positions. This short round of firefights cost the French troops about half of their strength-about twenty soldiers and one tank.

The German paratroopers took a short rest and buried the only comrade who died in battle in the gutter on the side of the road. Everyone didn't speak, but grabbed the bread with their oily and muddy hands to satisfy their hunger. Although there was a short rest, some people fell asleep in the trenches after the battle.

Obviously, the French army did not intend to allow the German paratroopers to complete their tasks comfortably. About ten minutes later, a shell from a heavy artillery fell on the central square of the village. The huge explosion made everyone jump in their hearts. , and soon the second shell hit a room, and the huge impact tore the room into splinters. Furniture turned into broken wood was scattered everywhere, and some boards and broken glass were even inserted into the walls of nearby houses.

The German paratroopers hid in the trenches and endured hell-like suffering with their hands on their helmets. The French fired more than a dozen shots at a stretch before they stopped. The whole town was in ruins, and half of the church collapsed. Dutch residents have long been driven elsewhere.

Borol inspected his defensive positions after the bombardment and counted the ammunition left by the crew. Soon he dismantled a Maxim machine gun because of insufficient ammunition-he threw some key parts into the toilet. The German soldiers operating the machine gun had to take back their own weapons, and they were divided into two groups, responsible for the safety of the left and right flanks.

Soon the French armored attack began again, and this time the French seemed to use all the strength they could muster. Far away, Boroll saw three French FT-17 Renault light tanks and two big B1s. These tanks were followed by two armored vehicles without infantry protection.

Boroll immediately put down the binoculars in his hand, followed the drainage ditch and the dug trench to the small warehouse on the side of the village. He bypassed a Maxim machine gun position arranged at the entrance of the warehouse, and came to the anti-tank gun from behind the warehouse.

"The French have brought a lot of tanks this time. It seems that they want to bypass us and attack our main position on the flank." Boroll pointed to the direction where the French tanks came, and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man was sitting on top of an ammunition box, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth: "We can probably kill two of them, and the third one might be discovered soon. It would be best to use Bofors to cover us...but I don't know how long I can last."

Sighing, Boroll patted the shoulder of the bearded man: "As long as you can hold on, let's hold on."

"Bah!" Not far from them, a German sniper hiding in a house opened fire. The sniper left the window and exited the room. He happened to see Boroll and the others looking at him at the door, so he gestured. made a gesture.

"Their infantry are coming around." Boroll scolded a bitch in a low voice, ran towards the sniper with his assault rifle, and shouted loudly in the direction of the village square while running: "Come on a few people! I need support here."

"Thug! Chug!" On the frontal battlefield, the Maxim machine guns of the German paratroopers fired. This time it seemed that there was no target, so the frequency of their firing was not fast. They probably wanted to save ammunition. After all, they still had one in the warehouse. The heavy machine gun, the bullets can be brought back for use in this machine gun position.

Soon Baru rushed over with a G42 and set up a machine gun position on Germany's vulnerable flank. The unique sound of German machine guns sounded, and several French soldiers who turned around from the flank were killed. Soon the French machine guns also began to fight back. Relying on their numerical advantage, they shot left and right, temporarily suppressing the attack of the German machine guns.

"Boom!" Not far behind Boroll, the German anti-tank gun fired, and a shell accurately hit an ft-17 Renault tank. The tank was directly penetrated by the shell, and another violent explosion occurred. explode.

"Quick! Load the shells quickly!" The bearded man ordered his loader, while turning his head to look at his flank, where the German army was struggling to fight back under the suppression of French machine guns. The German sniper hidden in the ruins opened fire and killed a French machine gun shooter. The German machine gun roared at once, and the French infantry could only lie down and wait for their own firepower to suppress the opponent again.