Chapter 424: Only One Day

Although the Molotov cocktail is very primitive, it is just a bottle for throwing, but its role is no worse than other equipment.

The key is that it is simple enough.

Other weapons may need to consider design, gunpowder, and technology, etc., which are not something that ordinary people can do.

A Molotov cocktail is a glass bottle, a little gasoline, and a cloth strip stuck in the bottle mouth.

It took Charles only a few minutes to make a Molotov cocktail. He lit the cloth strip and threw it far away. After a crisp sound, a flame instantly rose at the landing point.

"This is a Molotov cocktail. It will be a good night combat equipment." Charles raised his hand in the direction of the flame: "Infantry can throw it into the enemy trench, and the tank will know the direction of the trench."

Colonel Estiny and Tijani, who were standing by and watching this scene, were stunned.

Such a simple combination can play a similar or even better effect than a grenade, but only Charles could think of it.

After a long while, Tijani sighed: "Like I said, this is the charm of war. I have begun to sympathize with the enemies who died under the Molotov cocktails!"

...

The tanks crossed the trenches "filled" with flames with a "rumbling" sound. They were still chasing the fleeing Germans. It was only a few minutes since the collapse of the last trench of the Germans, and they did not stop for a second.

The artillery in the German fortress finally opened fire. They no longer cared about the shells that would accidentally injure friendly forces. After all, they could not watch the fortress defense line being broken.

But then they realized that they had missed the only chance to destroy the enemy tanks.

100 meters was too close. The forward speed of the target tank exceeded the maximum angular velocity of the fortress turret rotation, which made their muzzles always lag behind by half a beat.

The result of reluctantly firing was not only that the target could not be hit, but the fire from the muzzle would also attract the enemy's artillery bombardment.

Although the fortress did not need to worry about the French 75mm guns, the fire and smoke from the explosion of the shells immediately obscured the already pitiful visibility, which made them unable to do anything but stay in the fortress in a daze.

Rolf had given up command. He realized that the loss of Antwerp was inevitable and the German defense line was vulnerable to Charles's troops.

The funny thing is that not long ago, he and General Marcus thought they could crush Charles' plan and stop his attack.

Now it seems like a fantasy!

Rolf, who was ashamed, gave up escaping. He turned around and looked at the tanks rumbling behind him, and he remained indifferent to the guards' anxious shouts.

The tanks were getting closer and closer...

...

The battle ended more than an hour later.

The tanks almost reached the bottom at a speed of 6 kilometers per hour, and one attack penetrated two layers of defense circles and entered the core of Antwerp.

This was the most troublesome time. A large number of German troops withdrew to the city and tried to organize defenses based on urban buildings.

The German army has reinforcements, and there may be a lot of troops, and there will be more and more.

In addition to the German troops that fled from the front line, they will cooperate with the remnants of the army trapped in Antwerp to attack Charles' troops from both inside and outside.

However, the German army without unified command will not be able to make a difference in the end.

Just when Charles was racking his brains on how to completely recapture Antwerp and organize defense before the German reinforcements arrived, the German army sent representatives to surrender to the French army.

So, the Battle of Antwerp ended with cheers.

Charles not only recaptured this solid "national fortress", but also almost completely received all of its facilities, including fortresses, artillery positions, defense lines, and 23 105MM caliber howitzers.

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In the early morning of the second day, the first thing people in Paris did after getting up was to discuss with their families at the dining table where Charles' troops had advanced.

They believed that "victory" was no longer a suspense, and Charles would never fail.

The key point is how long it will take Charles to achieve this victory.

Some people guessed half a month, some guessed a month, and some thought it might take half a year.

"After all, it's a country." They said: "The Allies sent hundreds of thousands of troops and a powerful fleet, but they have not been able to advance an inch in the Dardanelles until now. And Charles only has one tank brigade and one infantry regiment, and he is still fighting against the Germans!"

Soon, this statement gradually became a consensus. People believed that Charles's attack should be viewed rationally, and Charles should not be deified, thinking that he only needs a month or even half a month to win.

"This will be a protracted battle, and there will undoubtedly be many soldiers sacrificed!"

"But in any case, we are moving forward now, which is much better than the previous stalemate between the two armies."

"It was Charles who changed this stalemate. We can't ask too much of him!"

...

Deyoka and Camille didn't sleep all night.

Camille's eyes were dry and swollen when she got up to make breakfast. She tossed and turned last night and sighed a lot. The newly bought radio kept making noises at the head of the bed. She got up from time to time to play with it, for fear of missing any information.

Sitting at the dining table, Djoka could not help but persuade: "This is only the first day, we can't go on like this."

"I know." Camille replied expressionlessly: "But I can't control myself."

Djoka regretted buying the radio. His original intention was to reassure Camille.

"They said this battle might take a long time?" Camille served Djoka bread, but forgot to take the milk and didn't cut the fruit.

Djoka said, "You know, Charles has few troops, but his enemies are very powerful..."

Djoka stopped talking in time, and he saw worry in Camille's eyes.

"They should let Charles command more troops." Camille complained.

Djoka was quite surprised by this, Camille had never said anything about this before.

"I think I understand a little bit." Camille sat across from Djoka helplessly: "Charles can only be safe if this war ends as soon as possible, don't you think?"

Djoka nodded in agreement.

During the war, no country would be willing to let go of talents like Charles, and wanting to stay out of it was just an unrealistic fantasy.

Just as they were chewing bread with heavy hearts, suddenly there was a cheer from outside: "Charles won, he won a decisive victory..."

Camille and Djoka looked up at each other, and at the same time dropped the bread and opened the door:

"Noemi, is this true? Charles won?"

"Who told you that!"

Noemi replied loudly, his tone full of excitement and excitement: "It's true, Mr. Djoka! It's the news from the army, it happened an hour ago, Charles took over Antwerp and surrounded more than 200,000 German troops in just one day, he is amazing!"