Three Hundred and Forty-Two Real Battlefields

A German infantryman who wanted to cross the street and rushed to the opposite side was hit by a bullet. He trembled and fell to the side of the horse. His body was twisted because of the shoulders on the side of the horse. Don't move. △￠

Not far from him, two German soldiers shot at their target fiercely with their rifles in their hands. They were attacking a position garrisoned by the French, which was an old building with one story high.

A shell whizzed across the roof, and exploded not far away, bringing up a cloud of thick black smoke. The huge explosion sound was deafening, and the splashed rubble and rubble were everywhere. Two meters away Can feel the violent vibration.

The shock wave and loud sound shattered all the glass of the surrounding buildings and fell to the ground, while the building closest to the shell collapsed in an instant.

"Machine gun team! Set up here! Shoot at the building over there and cover the infantry approaching there! Quick!" A German infantry platoon leader leaned against the wall of a building and shouted orders to the soldiers behind him. His accent was a little hoarse, and he seemed a little tired from the days of fighting.

In the room behind him, a German machine gun was quickly set up under the busyness of the machine gun team. Through the curtain, the black muzzle of the gun protruded out of the window and aimed at the French position. They were waiting for the order of the platoon leader. , Just waiting for an order to pull the trigger to suppress the firepower of the French army.

The bullet hit the platoon leader's feet, sending up a cloud of gray smoke. As if turning a blind eye, he bent down amidst the rubble and urged his troops to advance quickly: "Left and right! Left and right! Move separately! Pay attention to those French firepower points, anti-tank team, come to me! Quick!"

A bullet hit the wall on one side of him, leaving a deep bullet hole less than twenty centimeters away from his ear. He squatted down, waited for the bazooka team to come up, and then patted them on the shoulder, He put his face close to their ears and shouted loudly: "See the building over there? The French defenders there are resisting. Send a shell there, and I will make them shut up!"

The soldier carrying the bazooka nodded, indicating that he understood the order clearly. The ammunition loader who followed behind him stuffed a rocket into the barrel of the bazooka, then tapped the anti-tank man's helmet.

The platoon leader saw that they were ready,

So he ordered loudly: ", two, one! Cover fire!" After speaking, he took a sharp step forward, picked up the G43 rifle, and aimed at the windows on the second floor of the building that were constantly spraying with flames. All the rounds in his magazine.

The machine gun that had been ambushed earlier also roared, spraying flames and tracer bullets and swept towards the French position, where a white smoke rolled up, making people know at a glance that the opposite side must have been beaten badly.

The German infantry on both sides raised their weapons and fired fiercely at their targets. The densely packed bullets hit the building defended by the French army, and the advantage of the German army's intensive firepower was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Soon the French machine gun positions became silent, and some rifles covering the shooting also disappeared.

The anti-tank man carrying the Iron Fist anti-tank rocket launcher knelt on the ground, leaned out and aimed at his target, a puff of thick smoke was ejected from the tail of the rocket launcher, and a rocket flew towards his target rapidly, followed by a violent explosion The sound came, and the window where the French Hotchkiss heavy machine gun was arranged could no longer be seen clearly because of the smoke from the explosion, but the gunfire in this area seemed to have stopped with the explosion!

"God! We surrender! Don't shoot! We surrender!" On the French position, a voice shouted awkwardly in German.

"Hands up! Let us see that you don't have weapons in your hands! Then come over!" A German soldier leaned against the wall and replied loudly in French.

"Don't shoot! We're coming out! We're out of ammunition! Don't fire!" the Frenchman shouted still in German, and then a haggard French soldier stepped out of the rubble, raised his hands, and put Throwing the gun on the rubble beside him, he walked out cautiously.

He was still holding a white handkerchief in his hand, his neck was tucked into his coat, his body was covered with dust, and many places on a pair of leather boots had been scuffed badly. On his head was a wide weather helmet that looked like ancient armor, and his eyes were full of fear and pleading.

"Medical soldiers!" A German soldier lay on the ground not far away and wailed. A few minutes before the end of the battle, he was hit in the thigh by a round and was lying in the middle of the road, clutching his injured leg. The place is waiting to help.

Two German soldiers walked forward with their rifles on their backs and knelt down beside him. One helped to treat the wound, while the other just looked around vigilantly. About ten seconds later, two soldiers with a medical kit hurried over and began to rescue the wounded German infantryman here.

One after another, French soldiers walked out of the ruins, and a hill of guns was almost piled up where they discarded their guns. About one battalion of French soldiers raised the white flag. These French soldiers squatted together in frustration and were guarded by a dozen German soldiers with cigarettes in their mouths.

The French soldiers held their heads in their hands, watching two German medics not far away resuscitating an infantryman who had been wounded by one of them. They were enemies a few minutes ago, but now some are screaming and wounded, and some are captives squatting here in humiliation. On another street a few meters away, the fighting continued.

The German army began to use the defense line garrisoned by the surrendered French army to detour to the side of the stubborn French army, and the two sides fought frantically between several buildings. A concealed machine gun position of the French army caused a lot of casualties to the Germans. Almost 5 German soldiers fell on the charge.

However, with the unique sound of tearing linen from the G42 machine gun, the courage of the German army returned again. The super-high-firing G42 machine gun easily suppressed the French machine gun position. The German grenadiers began to penetrate the two wings, and soon approached the throwing distance of the grenade-so unceremoniously, several grenades visited at the same time. In the French machine gun positions, after a burst of thick smoke, there is nothing to stop these German soldiers who are shouting Long live the Yuan and charging forward.

This is a Shura field, and this is the fast lane to hell. Every life becomes small here, and every breath is precious here. Roasted by fire and buried by rubble, every soldier who can survive here is the best of the best. Living here for an hour will be more thrilling than living a lifetime in ordinary times.

This is the most real battlefield, there is no madness in TV dramas shouting to encourage comrades-in-arms to charge, and there is no such a crowded attack and defense scene as imagined, there are only people who put their faces on the ground and pray that they can continue to live. Zhong will cry, how ugly it is to bend over and arch your legs when running. But here, it is indeed a battlefield, a real battlefield.

Unlike those German armored forces that make rapid assaults every day, the German infantry is responsible for encircling and annihilating enemy troops surrounded by armored forces. Their combat tasks are often to capture those targets that are garrisoned by enemy troops under complex terrain.

These soldiers did not have the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, and lacked the fire support of the air force. Every step forward had to pay a heavy price, but they still completed all the tasks assigned to them by the military.

They used their actual actions to prove that the German Army is not only the armored force that is world-class. They used their sacrifices to win the respect of all German generals.

Whether it is on a muddy country road or in the ruins of a city, whether it is in a vast forest or among the mountains and mountains beyond the horizon, the German infantry has proved to the world with their perseverance The strength of his "No. 1 Army in the World".

The French army, lacking ammunition and supplies, surrendered after holding on for 3 hours, and this time the scale of surrender was unprecedentedly strong-an elite French infantry division stationed here surrendered to the German 7th Infantry Division, with about 8,000 troops The French soldiers dropped their arms.

In the afternoon, the nearby French soldiers surrendered one after another. Except for a few who were still resisting, these French soldiers gathered in groups of five and shared some not-so-tasty food from the German army. But there was no look of defeat on their faces, because of hunger and lack of ammunition, they expressed great optimism that they would be able to eat a full meal after surrendering.

Colonel Frederick received a flag of honor for a unit from a French major general. He heard from his headquarters in the suburbs that the French units that had resisted his advance had finally surrendered. A few minutes before He led his chief of staff and guards into the small town where gunshots were still ringing out in a car.

The German war correspondents surrounded the victorious German colonel and division commander, who was wearing a long overcoat, which was also untidy. Frederick had various odds and ends hanging from his chest, making him look like a grocery peddler.

He was wearing a pistol and an armed belt, a large leather bag with a map on his back, and a telescope on his chest. This outfit made him look a little funny, but he had a tired and excited smile on his face.

As for the judge who handed over his army's flag, his face was full of frustration.

Of course, the German journalists would not miss such a wonderful moment. They immediately pressed the shutter, and the spotlight blared, recording this moment full of contrasts.