Chapter 226 Crossing the River

Just as the Warspite was about to sink, the Sixth Army of Reichenau in Liege, Belgium, was ready to force a crossing of the Meuse River.

Reichenau had just picked up the phone to order the artillery to fire when a staff officer hurried over. "General, the headquarters called and asked us not to fire first. They said that the Guards X Unit is coming."

"X Unit?" Their secret weapons are really endless. I wonder what good stuff they are this time.

After a while, he heard the roar of an airplane engine outside the house, so he walked to the yard outside the house, looked up, and saw several planes flying in the sky to the east.

"Give me the telescope." He took the telescope handed over by the adjutant and looked up at the sky. He saw the emblems of the Guards X Unit painted on the fuselages of the Stuka aircraft, but there were only five of them.

"Only five?" What can these five planes do?

These planes certainly could not answer his doubts, and flew directly over their heads and flew towards the Belgian positions on the other side of the river. The Belgian positions sounded not very dense anti-aircraft artillery.

The Stuka fleet was disturbed by the anti-aircraft fire, and the formation became a little messy. One of the Stukas suddenly dived down.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the large aerial bomb hanging under the belly of the aircraft was thrown down and accurately hit one of the anti-aircraft turrets. Unlike ordinary aerial bombs, this bomb suddenly exploded like a burning liquid. The airflow generated by the explosion carried the flames everywhere. The fire instantly rose to a height of three floors and directly engulfed the entire anti-aircraft turret.

The burning temperature of the flames produced by the explosion can reach thousands of degrees. At this temperature, not to mention people, even various steel equipment such as artillery and tanks are enough to melt into a pile of molten iron.

Before the Belgian soldiers had time to recover from this shocking scene, they heard bursts of heart-wrenching screams. I saw several soldiers covered in fire rolling on the ground around the anti-aircraft turret, making extremely tragic howls, heart-wrenching and horrifying.

"Hurry, help!"

Not many people would watch their comrades wailing in pain and not help them; a group of people immediately ran over to help them put out the fire on their bodies.

But before they could put out the fire for a few times, as the firemen struggled frantically, the sparks on their bodies splashed onto the people around them.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

It is summer now, and the soldiers are wearing thin summer uniforms. Once these sparks touch them, they feel a piercing pain transmitted to their nerves. Many people instinctively slapped the sparks, but this slapping turned the sparks into flames, and the more they slapped, the more they slapped!

"Help!"

These soldiers screamed in fear, and some simply lay on the ground and rolled back and forth, trying to put out the flames, but unexpectedly the flames ran wild, and soon his whole body was covered with flames.

Seeing this, the surrounding Belgian soldiers were so scared that their upper and lower teeth knocked against each other and made a very rhythmic sound.

"Hellfire! That's Hellfire!!"

"The Germans dropped Hellfire!!"

Of course, no one knows what Hellfire looks like. But at this moment, in the minds of these Belgian soldiers, these bombs dropped by the German army are terrible Hellfire. In their eyes, these flames seem to have life and can't be extinguished.

In a panic, several Belgian soldiers with flames on their bodies screamed and ran quickly to the Meuse River not far away, and plunged into the river.

But what happened next was even more terrifying.

I saw those soldiers struggling desperately in the water, but the flames on their bodies did not go out but burned more and more. After struggling for a while, several people stopped moving and floated quietly on the water, with the flames on their bodies still jumping and burning.

This terrible scene made the Belgian soldiers determined that the Germans dropped Hellfire, and the Germans on the other side were also stunned. "Oh my God, what's going on?"

The Belgian soldiers, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground that had been burned to the size of a matchstick, heard the devil's howl from the sky again.

Looking up, another Stuka swooped down.

"Run!"

The surrounding Belgian soldiers were in a commotion instantly, and many of them ran out of the trench fortress and ran desperately towards the open area behind. After all, no one wanted to be touched by that terrible hellfire. Maybe it would roast their souls.

The second bomb fell on the most densely populated area of ​​the Belgian soldiers, and the rising flames instantly engulfed hundreds of people, and by the way, ignited dozens of people around. Dozens of firemen ran and rolled in panic, wailing miserably, and soon the flames splashed on other comrades.

Not long after, the Belgian soldiers who were touched became firemen one by one.

The remaining three Stukas also dived one after another and dropped three bombs.

Reichenau covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, but still couldn't block the strange smell in the air. He resisted the urge to vomit and told his adjutant. "Tell the kitchen not to cook meat at noon, just make some vegetarian food."

"Okay, General." The adjutant, who also held a handkerchief, nodded. "This weapon is too terrible, what on earth is this? A fire that can't be extinguished even by water?"

Reichenau murmured. "A fire that can't be extinguished even by water? I remember that this thing was used in Warsaw before to deal with the group of rats underground. I remember that His Highness called it napalm."

Naptan was a luxury that the oil-poor Germany of World War II in the original time and space could not afford. Their gasoline supply to the front-line troops was still slightly insufficient, so how could they have the opportunity to develop a special bomb that used gasoline as fuel?

Therefore, this kind of big killer can only be used by the United States, which has abundant oil resources, and Germany can only look back and sigh.

Things were different now. Yannick had enough oil to spend as much as he wanted. Not only could he afford to raise various oil-eating monsters on land, sea and air, but he could also afford horrific destructive weapons like napalm. It can be said to be an ace weapon for attacking exposed targets. Just throw this weapon in pieces, and it can ensure that no one is left alive in a certain area. Even enemies hiding in bunkers or bunkers cannot escape. Although sometimes the flames cannot penetrate these bunkers or bunkers, the large amount of oxygen they absorb when burning can create a considerable oxygen-deficient environment in the explosion zone. Those enemies hiding in bunkers or bunkers can only die of lack of oxygen.

"General, it seems that all the soldiers on the other side have fled?"

Reichenau took a telescope and observed carefully for a while, nodded and gave the order. "Start crossing the river! The artillery is ready to support at any time!"

One assault boat was thrown into the Maas River by the German army. The soldiers jumped into the boat, started the motor, and controlled the assault boat to rush towards the other bank. The German artillerymen behind them were closely watching the situation on the other side. As long as there was any sign of trouble, they would use the most intense firepower to support their comrades.

"Bang! Bang!" Soon the assault boat rushed to the middle of the river, and sparse gunshots rang out from the Bijun position on the other side.

The various cannons that had been prepared for a long time roared at the same time and blasted towards the other side.