Chapter 437 Powerless Confrontation

The morning sun rose from the east, and the originally dim world suddenly became bright. The sunlight shone through the thin clouds and cast a faint red on the ground, which seemed to foreshadow the coming of slaughter on this land.

When Major General Jonas knew that the enemy tanks were driving towards his defense line from the rear, his mind stopped, and he stood there, not knowing what to do.

"General." The captain of the guard company shouted at him: "The enemy is coming, hundreds of tanks, what should we do?"

The captain of the guard company standing upstairs saw it clearly. In the sunlight, he could see the French tanks. The closest one was only more than 300 meters away. He could even see the black muzzle of the tank.

Those steel monsters "clacked" at full speed, like a sandstorm rolling up a cloud of dust, and seemed to submerge the small village of Pville.

Major General Jonas hesitated and responded in a panic: "Stop them and buy time for the main force!"

The captain of the guard company was speechless for a moment. How to stop them?

Use a rifle?

Rely on the wooden house?

But it is the duty of soldiers to obey orders. Although he was full of doubts, he still shouted to his subordinates: "Prepare for battle!"

The soldiers did not think about it, and mechanically picked up their rifles and entered their respective positions.

This is the result of long-term training. The habits they have developed in normal times will make them obey orders unconditionally and deploy troops according to the tactics of dealing with infantry.

But it seemed inappropriate at this time: some soldiers climbed onto the roof to set up machine guns, some were on the balcony, and some were guarding by the window.

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang bang!"

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The German army opened fire first, and the bullets hit the tanks one by one, only a little spark came out, although some of them were K bullets.

This seemed to remind the French tanks.

The French army did not expect that there were still enemies on the wooden church, which was almost seeking death, but the sparks from the muzzles of the Germans told them that this was not the case.

The few tanks at the front slowed down.

They did not even intend to stop. They adjusted the muzzles and guns slightly while moving, and fired crazily at the so-called "high-up" enemies in the church.

The machine gun bullets hit the wooden board with a "pa pa" sound. The bullets passed through the void like a sharp sword along the bullet holes, hitting the German soldiers hiding behind them and making them bloody.

The 37 gun fired shells immediately afterwards, and each blast brought up a piece of wood chips. The German soldiers screamed and were blown away by the shock wave for several meters. Even if they were not directly hit by the shells, their bodies were full of wood chips of different sizes with spikes. They lay on the ground, bleeding and twitching, with only inhalation but no exhalation.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Major General Jonas hurriedly retreated to the trench area with his bodyguards.

Before they ran far, the tanks behind them "rumbled" and followed. Several guards dragged Jonas to hide behind a wooden house.

But this was obviously not a good idea.

Without any psychological preparation, a tank knocked a big hole in the wooden house with a "bang" and passed through.

The two guards who were holding guns and clinging to the wooden wall didn't even have time to groan before they were crushed into meat paste. The blood plasma and wood blocks shot out to both sides, just like a burst watermelon splashing on Major General Jonas's face, warm and smelly.

Major General Jonas was stunned. He looked at the two pools of blood and flesh on the ground in horror. They had been mixed with the soil and were indistinguishable from each other, but there were still clear tracks. The remaining hands and feet were still "hanging" on both sides because they were stretched out, and they were even twitching constantly.

Major General Jonas was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He had made many military achievements and was known for his bravery.

But at this moment, Major General Jonas was frightened. He truly realized the insignificance of human power and realized that his troops and all preparations could not fight against machines. This was meaningless except for death.

"Surrender." Major General Jonas murmured, his voice trembling, and deep fear in his eyes.

"What?" The captain of the guard company didn't believe that this was what Major General Jonas said.

"Surrender." Major General Jonas raised his voice: "Now, immediately!"

He just wanted to get rid of all this, the sooner the better!

"Yes, General." The captain of the guard company responded, turned around and shouted to his subordinates: "Did you hear that? Surrender! Prepare the white flag!"

Immediately, a quick-handed guard tore off the white tablecloth from the house, quickly tied it to a broom and waved it at the French army.

They were lucky that Charles' order this time was to keep the prisoners.

The reason was that there were too many enemies, and there were an estimated 30,000 wounded. If they were all killed, it might cause a rebound by the German army: in the subsequent battlefield, the German army would resist to the end even if the situation was bad, because they knew that surrender was meaningless, and it would be a dead end anyway.

The tanks continued to move forward, and they didn't take these guys who raised their rifles above their heads seriously, and drove towards the trench area on their own.

The armored vehicles behind followed, and the soldiers on the vehicles pointed machine guns and rifles at the Germans, with vigilance and threats in their eyes, and their index fingers on the triggers ready to pull the trigger at any time.

The last to come up were the Belgian guerrillas, some of whom were even villagers. They were responsible for disarming the Germans and gathering the prisoners together.

The Germans in the trench area a few hundred meters away did not know what was happening. Some of them thought that these tanks coming from the rear were their own tanks and were waving at them excitedly.

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Soon, the information about the successful capture of Pourville reached Charles's headquarters.

The results of the battle surprised Charles: more than 20,000 German soldiers surrendered, and there were more than 6,000 light and serious wounded soldiers who had not been transported away in time, as well as a large amount of supplies and a line of defense that could be used.

You know, there was only one armored regiment and one mechanized regiment rushing to Pville Village this time, with a total force of more than 6,000 people, and it was so easy to defeat several times the German army.

But thinking about it, it seems normal. Wars are never fought with a comparison of troops, but with strength and strategy.

On the other hand, the German army in Pville may have been tossed enough: the previous successful breakout was a life-saving opportunity, but they didn't expect to be surrounded again and stabbed in the back by the French army after a few days of happiness. With ups and downs, it is easy for the mentality to collapse.

Tijani, who was guarding in front of the radio, asked Charles excitedly: "What should we do now? Let the guerrillas guard Pville?"

The lack of infantry has always been Charles's concern, which is why only one armored regiment and one mechanized regiment were sent to fight Pville, such an important place.

Charles shook his head. The Germans might attack Pourville fiercely. The guerrillas who had no combat experience or even basic training could not stop their attack.

"Contact General Foch," Charles said, "ask him to send troops to reinforce them."

Then Charles added, "Let them march without worry. Our armored regiment will open a passage to meet them!"