Chapter 251: The End of France (21)

David, who was observing the opposing troops with a telescope, felt a jolt in his heart. "B1 heavy tank?" The French army attacking from the opposite side was led by two B1 heavy tanks.

Weren't all the B1 heavy tanks destroyed in the first round of attack? How could there still be some? Could it be that their reinforcements had arrived? David hurriedly scanned the entire offensive line, but did not see any other B1 heavy tanks.

"What's going on?" David was a little confused. If the French reinforcements had arrived, they would not only reinforce these two B1 heavy tanks. What he didn't know was that these two B1 heavy tanks had broken down on the way. It took a long time to repair them before they caught up and participated in this third round of attack.

In any case, the third round of the French attack began. Perhaps the failure of the first two rounds left them with a big shadow. This time, before the attack reached a distance of 400 meters, the French tanks began to suppress and fire at the German positions.

However, the machine guns were fine, and their tank guns were not idle, constantly pouring shells.

However, the existing tanks do not have the ability to fire stably while on the move, and the skills of the tank gunners are relatively limited. The accuracy of the hits can be imagined, and God knows what the shells hit. Most of the shells can only uselessly smash one boring crater after another on the front of the German position.

The bullets fired by the German army poured in densely, but after the first two rounds of attacks, the French soldiers had learned their lesson and squeezed behind the tanks to avoid the bullets; therefore, most of the bullets were wasted on the tanks.

As the French tanks advanced step by step, their firepower accuracy continued to improve. From time to time, large and small smoke columns and countless fireballs rose from the German positions.

"250 meters!" In a B1 heavy tank, the commander Leon stared at the gun sight and calculated the distance to the German position.

Although the B1 heavy tank is equipped with two tank guns, the crew is still four people, and it uses a single-person turret. That is to say, in addition to the gunner who specializes in operating the 75mmSA32 howitzer, the commander also has to be the gunner and loader to operate the 47mmSA34 anti-tank gun.

Therefore, later generations jokingly said that the quality of the B1 heavy tank commander was the best in World War II; not only must he be proficient in shooting, but he must also train his physical strength, have a certain tactical thinking, and have the ability to do multiple things.

Leon stared nervously at the German positions that were getting closer and closer. Because before they set off, they had learned that the Germans had individual rockets that could easily destroy their own tanks within 100 meters. Although the Soma 35 medium tank and Renault 35 light tank were destroyed by such rockets so far; but Leon did not dare to underestimate the German weapons. After all, no one can guarantee that the 60mm armor of the B1 heavy tank can withstand the German rocket attack.

As the German positions got closer and closer, more and more bullets hit the car he was sitting in, from one shot in a few seconds at the beginning to several shots in a second like a dense rain, crackling non-stop.

Each of these sounds made Leon feel terrified, fearing that one of them would suddenly penetrate the armor and kill them all in the car.

"Frank, are we going too fast?" Touching the sweat on his forehead, Leon gently kicked his driver.

"It seems so." The driver was also a very smart guy, and he understood and slowed down the car. Although it was not very obvious, their tank gradually fell behind the other B1 heavy tank next to it.

But no one noticed this detail in this chaotic battlefield.

"200 meters!" Leon swallowed nervously, and his hands trembled a little when loading ammunition. Even he himself couldn't tell whether he was nervous and scared or simply tired.

"150 meters!"

"130 meters!"

"100 meters!" Leon's voice trembled slightly, and the muscles of his whole body were tense. The whole person seemed to be welded to the periscope and couldn't move.

Suddenly, he saw several rockets flying over from the opposite position, one of which hit the front armor of another B1 heavy tank hard, and then a violent explosion occurred!

"Boom!" Seeing that the turret of the B1 was blown off, Leon was scared out of his wits and screamed hysterically. "Reverse! Frank, back off!"

The B1 heavy tank suddenly stopped and fell backwards at the fastest speed. Suddenly, a series of heart-wrenching screams came from the back of the tank. The infantrymen who were advancing closely behind the B1 tank were knocked to the ground by the sudden reversal, and then they were crushed by the tank tracks.

But Leon couldn't hear these screams. He just saw a rocket flying towards the tank. If they hadn't reversed in time, the entire crew would have gone to see God!

The fear of brushing shoulders with the god of death made Leon instantly lose the courage to continue fighting. Now the young tank commander was thinking about how to get out of here as soon as possible and return to a safe place. What France, what medals, what loyalty, let all of these go to hell. He just wanted to be able to return alive to his wife and children, and beg them to forgive how stupid he was before, and to throw them aside for those stupid honors.

"Leon, what's going on? You crushed our own people!" Just as his mind was full of random thoughts, the reprimand of the officer in the rear came from the headset.

Leon really wanted to curse at you guys who can only hide in the safe rear. Why do you have the right to point fingers at us? However, the remaining reason told him that retreating at the last minute would probably result in him being sent to a military court and sentenced to death. He didn't want to die at the hands of the Germans, and even less at the hands of his own people.

But before he could explain, there was an earth-shattering roar outside. The French soldiers quickly passed through his tank group and launched a final charge against the dense German bullets.

"Long live France!"

"for Motherland!"

"Boom!" Just as this group of French soldiers rushed towards the German positions crazily, and as the French tanks bombarded the German machine gun positions one after another, a rocket fell from the sky, landed among the charging French soldiers, and exploded violently. , the shock wave mixed with broken shrapnel swept across all directions, mowing down a large group of French soldiers around them.

Before the French soldiers could recover, the second rocket hit them, followed by the third, and the fourth... seemingly endless rockets fell from the sky, plowing the front of the German position.

"Oh God!" The French officers in the rear stared dumbly at the front of the position that had turned into a sea of ​​flames. "How many cannons have the Germans mobilized?" Judging from the power and density of the explosions, there are at least 100 cannons with a caliber of 100 mm or more. "It seems that a large German army has crossed the river!" Thinking of this, he immediately issued an order for the entire army to retreat.

In his opinion, this was a quite reasonable order. So far, they had not even captured this high ground that was not guarded by armored forces. When the German armored forces arrived, they would not be able to be completely wiped out.