Chapter 144 The Most Powerful War Machine

"They can help us block all attacks!" Xiafei pointed to the armor of the CA-1 tank and introduced enthusiastically: "They are made of riveted steel plates on the front and sides, with a thickness of 11MM. Do you know why it is 11MM?"

Xiafei waved to the reporters. He believed that interacting with reporters could liven up the atmosphere at the scene.

A reporter raised his hand. Jiafei remembered him, Kobedo from "Morning Post", a reporter who was good at writing military articles.

Xiafei raised his hand to signal him to answer.

Kobdo stood up and pushed up his glasses: "I think it's because the German Mauser rifle can only penetrate 10MM steel plate, General!"

Xiafei nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the enemy's bullets can only penetrate 10MM, and they set the armor thickness at 11MM, no more and no less. Do you think the Germans will be anxious about this?" "

There was a burst of teasing laughter from the reporters in the living room, and someone echoed: "I think they will be so angry that they will shoot themselves, General!"

This remark caused another burst of snickering.

Xiafei spread his hands and pretended to be innocent: "I'm sorry about this, but I really hope so!"

The laughter in the venue became even louder.

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With fear in his eyes, Christian directed the infantry to continue advancing slowly around the tank.

The tanks sometimes fired in the direction of the enemy, but Christian thought it was useless. He noticed that the shells sometimes exploded several kilometers away from the enemy's defense lines, while others were so close that they almost hit his own people.

If Christine knew the situation inside the tank, it might be even worse: every time a shell is fired, the toxic gas generated will instantly fill the tank cabin and cannot be discharged. This not only makes the tank crew almost suffocated, but even more terrifying is the blur. Their line of sight prevented the driver from seeing the infantry lying on the ground hiding from the shells...

The screams of the infantry continued to sound, and the soldiers whose legs were crushed by the tracks were cursing crazily, but the tanks continued to move along the route. They could not see or hear, and would only rely on luck on the battlefield. Collide.

"Follow the tank!" Colonel Christian ordered loudly.

The officer immediately passed on his orders.

At least they would stop bullets, Colonel Christian thought, and it might be safer to follow.

However, what made Christian collapse was that soon he heard a crisp "clang" sound coming from nearby, and then several CA-1 tanks stopped motionless.

It's a rifle!

Kristen reacted immediately. The enemy penetrated the CA-1 tank with a rifle, from the front!

What's going on? !

In the next second, Christine figured out that the Germans must have improved their ammunition to increase their penetration.

Just like he thought before, the Germans are not fools, they also think about how to deal with tanks!

Christine was stunned for a while, and soon thought of the "Saint Chamoun". Its armor thickness reached 17 mm, and they should be adjusted up.

But when I turned around, I found that the huge figures of "Saint Shamon" behind me were standing there motionless. They seemed to be watching the battle from behind!

"These cowards!" Christine cursed. He thought it was because the tank crew driving the "Saint Chamoun" was timid.

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"This is just our vanguard force!" Xiafei raised his hand to signal his assistant to change the slide, and instantly a huge thing appeared on the wall.

The reporters let out a burst of exclamation and envy.

"Now!" Xiafei's voice gradually turned excited: "Allow me to solemnly introduce to you the 'Saint-Chamont' tank developed by Schneider Company, the most powerful weapon in France!"

Xiafei glanced proudly at the reporter below and said proudly: "It has 12MM armor on the front and 17MM thick side armor. So far, no bullets can penetrate it!"

"It uses the most advanced electric transmission engine and is a unique war machine. Perhaps we should call it art!"

(Note: In the early days of the "Saint-Chamont", there were indeed models with side armor that was thicker than the front armor. This was because the designer believed that the side armor had a larger exposed area and was more vulnerable to attack, so thicker armor was needed)

The reporters discussed and nodded frequently, and some even looked at the steel monsters on the wall with admiration and admiration, imagining their heroic appearance sweeping thousands of armies on the battlefield.

Xiafei seemed to understand the reporters' thoughts. He smiled and puffed up his chest, and said relaxedly and confidently: "Don't worry, gentlemen, they are cooperating with our heroic soldiers to rush to the enemy's position. Let's wait and see and witness the miracle together." Bar!"

There was a round of applause in the venue, and reporters cheered:

"For France!"

"VivelaFrance!"

Others also shouted "Vivela", and the atmosphere became extremely heated.

At this time Kanais came in, his face was pale and embarrassed. He whispered something in Xiafei's ear. Waiting for Kanais to give another answer.

However, Kanais shook his head helplessly, saying that he was not joking, and this was the final result.

Xiafei was stunned for a while, then immediately turned to the reporters after realizing his reaction: "Sorry, gentlemen! I need to continue to direct the battle. The press conference ends here. Please go back and wait for news of our victory!"

After saying that, he took Kanais and left without looking back.

The reporters behind them were talking a lot:

"Didn't you tell us to wait for victory here? Why are we suddenly asked to go back?"

"It's over, how's the progress on the battlefield?"

"How many lines of defense have we broken through?"

...

Suddenly a voice came out: "Did the battlefield change? We didn't win this battle!"

The venue was instantly quiet.

Although the reporters couldn't believe that such a powerful tank would lose, it seemed that only this guess was the most reasonable.

Otherwise, it would be time to interview the soldiers who returned triumphantly!

The reporter from Le Figaro winked at the assistant, who got it and stood up and walked out of the venue.

...

The news soon reached Grevy's villa. He said "hmm" and put down the phone, then slowly sat on the sofa and lit a cigar.

Although this was expected, he still didn't understand why Charles could guess so accurately that he would lose this battle.

Was it a problem with the artillery? Or was there some other reason?

Grevy was not interested in these things. He only knew that if things continued to develop, Charles and his tanks would win.

This was Charles' plan!

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Galieni had been following the battle in Lafox, and he received the intelligence a few minutes later than Grevy.

The reason was that Joffre tried to block the news and conceal the military intelligence as before, but Gallieni had already made arrangements, and the intelligence was still passed to the city defense headquarters.

Gallieni had a gloomy face, and after hanging up the phone, he immediately ordered: "Call Charles back immediately! Now!"