Two Hundred and Ninety-Six Defensive Battles

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, de Gaulle proudly pointed to the French tank rushing up the hillside in the distance, and said to his adjutant: "This time we are determined to win. There should not be many German defenders near Stone."

"Oh? How did the general see that?" the adjutant asked with a smile.

"The armored forces of the German army are attacking westward rapidly. I judge that they must want to encircle the main force of our army in Belgium. But after all, they underestimated our France. With me attacking the flanks in Stone, would they dare to go so fast?" It is still a problem to insert it into the English Channel." De Gaulle pointed to the distance.

Sometimes when your boss is a relatively shrewd person, most of the time you need to pretend to be a not-so-smart subordinate-this is similar to the fact that there is already a "funny" actor on the stage, so you need a "funny" actor. "Praise" to heighten the atmosphere.

So after knowing de Gaulle's ability, his adjutant became a "praise" role of miscellaneous. He habitually asked de Gaulle to express his opinions, and as long as he clapped his hands on the sidelines, he had completed the mission of the staff officer.

"So this time we attack Stone, are we sure?" the staff officer continued to ask.

"It depends on whether we can hide the warehouse." De Gaulle pointed to the hillside in front of him and said, "If we can capture this place, we can avoid the main road that the Germans fortified and bypass the main defensive position of the German army. Cut to Stone."

He glanced at his staff officer quite proudly, and then continued: "In order to achieve the suddenness of this attack, Germany was not given time to ask for help, and there was no artillery preparation."

"It seems that this time, the Germans are going to suffer." The staff officer nodded and said.

De Gaulle said loudly to the orderly behind him: "Order the troops! Start attacking!"

The French tanks rushed up the hillside slowly, and then flocked to the narrow gap that the public passed through. Only a few tanks could pass there at a time, so most French soldiers and tanks could not deploy.

"Straight ahead! French tanks! Two!" Rennes shouted through the binoculars: "Type b1, aim and fire!"

"Armor-piercing bomb!" Andre yelled loudly, putting his face on the scope.

"Armor-piercing bomb! Loading is complete!" Bruce pushed a shell into the bomb bay with his muscular arms, and then reported loudly.

"Fire!" Ren ordered loudly.

"Boom!" An armor-piercing projectile flew towards its target with a loud noise,

The huge impact caused a cloud of smoke around the tank.

"Bruce! Reload!" Andre shouted loudly.

"It's loaded!" Bruce replied loudly again while pushing the shells into the bomb bay.

And on Xiao Gong directly in front of them, a French tank was penetrated by shells, and a puff of black smoke came out and paralyzed the road. However, the tank next to this tank did not stop, and still rushed towards the direction of the German position at the fastest speed.

"Boom!" Another armor-piercing projectile spewed out from the muzzle and flew towards its target with powerful kinetic energy. This projectile was so powerful that it directly destroyed the turret of the b1 tank that rushed up. The entire turret was distorted, and the fast-advancing French tank wobbled to a halt with such a powerful blow.

"The target is destroyed! Adjust the turret!" Ren put down the binoculars, held the communicator with his hands and shouted: "Bowman! Reverse 5 meters! We need to move the position! Bruce! Continue the armor-piercing shells! I saw the French tank coming up again! "

The tank quickly backed up a few meters away from where it had been parked. Wren raised his binoculars and saw more French tanks jumping over the wreckage of the two tanks and rushing towards the German defenders' positions.

"Armor-piercing bombs! Reload!" Andre continued to shout loudly with his eyes on the scope.

"Boom!" The shell flew out of the barrel again and hit a French Mas 35 tank that rushed over. This time the French tank driver was not so lucky. The whole tank was on fire, and the tank driver was on fire. Tried to climb out of the tank, but stopped struggling halfway through.

"French tanks! Load armor-piercing shells." Andre shouted loudly again without stopping.

"My God! Where did so many French tanks come from?" Clark looked at Bowman in horror. Bowman didn't speak, but put his head on the periscope, waiting for the next order.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The German machine gun roared again, and began to fire violently at the French infantry. Soon, more than a dozen French soldiers fell in a pool of blood. However, with the cover of tanks, the distance of the French army is still constantly approaching the German defense line.

The Germans also had two anti-tank teams blocked on the small left side of Rennes. They were responsible for covering Rennes' flanks and preventing French tanks from bypassing the large opening and attacking the small opening on the side. But they really didn't expect that this time the French didn't come with just a few tanks, but dozens of tanks.

The French tanks were still attacking forward, and some French tanks fired back. They rushed past the burning companions, and fired at Rennes tank with the adjusted angle, but it was a pity that these shells lacked accuracy and did not pose a great threat to Rennes.

"Straight ahead! French tank! One!" The increasingly intensive attack forced Rennes to go back into the tank turret. He closed the hatch and shouted loudly to Andre: "Type b1, Aim and fire directly!"

"Armor-piercing bomb!" Andre shouted loudly.

"Armor-piercing bombs! Loading is complete!" Bruce pushed the shells into the bomb bay again without hesitation, and then loudly reported that he had completed the operation.

"Fire!" Ren ordered loudly.

"Boom!" Another armor-piercing projectile flew towards its target, and another French tank burst into flames with thick smoke, and soon, another French tank rushed through the wreckage of the French hull and drove in the direction of Rennes One shot.

The shell of the 47mm French anti-tank gun drew a straight line and directly hit the front armor plate of the Rennes tank. And Ren's tank shook violently because it was hit this time.

"My God! I've been hit! I've been hit!" Clarke's voice in the front row came loudly.

"Shut up! They didn't penetrate our front armor! Calm down! Calm down!" Ren ordered loudly: "Bowman, continue to reverse! Continue to reverse."

The tank shook again, and then stopped again after a while. On the slightly skewed turret, the powerful 75mm long-barreled anti-tank gun roared again, making a loud "boom". ring.

The shell flew to its target again, easily tore apart the hull armor of the b1 tank on the opposite side, and smashed the 75mm howitzer installed on the hull. Of course, the French tanker inside was also doomed. The huge French tank was quickly paralyzed on the face.

As the battle continued, as soon as the uphill at the mouth extended, 7 French tanks had been destroyed here. However, the battle continued, the German machine gun positions were still spraying flames, and the French soldiers failed to open the gap, still struggling at a long distance.

Of course, the seven French tanks lined up in a twisted line, extending almost like a wall downhill. Because of the burning and thick smoke, Ren still doesn't know how many French tanks are behind these tank wreckages. He only knows that the current situation is really not optimistic.

Another French Mas35 tank rushed out...

Come on, use its high-speed 47mm tank gun to shoot at Rennes' tank. The shell hit Rennes' tank again, this time not only leaving a shallow crater, but directly breaking the welding point, and the whole steel plate fell off again.

"Boom!" In the scope of the French tank driver, the devil-like No. 113 Leopard tank on the opposite side fired again. He watched the tank gun on the opposite side spray flames, and his tank followed closely. It exploded, and then endless darkness hit him.

"The eighth tank!" Andre's voice changed a bit, not because of excitement, but because of panic. The continuous rush of French tanks caused an unparalleled sense of oppression to his nerves.

After the ninth tank rushed out, Andre fired the first shell of the day that failed to destroy the target. The armor-piercing projectile hit the front of the turret of the tank, and was bounced off because of the horn problem, but because this shell still hit the French tank, the vibration caused the French tank's shell to miss their Leopard.

"Boom!" The shell flew directly over the Leopard tank, and hit the collapsed house where the Leopard stayed just now, smashing the broken furniture piled there into pieces.

"Load!" Andre yelled angrily. Then he fired again, knocking off the turret of the French tank.

However, because of this mistake, the two French tanks rushed to a closer distance, and a shell hit Rennes' Leopard tank again. But fortunately, this shell did not penetrate the front armor of the Panther tank, and was bounced off by the inclined armor plate again.

The second shell came one after another, but this time the Leopard tank was very lucky. The shell scraped the roof of the tank and flew over the tank, only hitting the night running lights on one side.

"Boom!" The Leopard tank opened fire again, achieving its 10th record in a short period of time. A French tank on the opposite side was hit and exploded, emitting thick black smoke.