Chapter 160 You Are Free

"Da da da!"

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An "Avro" swooped down from the rain curtain with a roar. Machine gun bullets made two water lines in the paddy fields, approaching the road. The intersection brought the blood of several German soldiers and climbed up quickly.

It seemed to have been poorly timed, and the sweep caused only a small ripple in the German ranks.

The German artillerymen shouted and jumped out of the car. They raised their rifles to the sky and pulled the triggers, trying to cover the retreat of the convoy in this way, but the bursts of sparse bullets had little effect on the aircraft.

It is very difficult for a rifle to hit a target flying fast in three-dimensional space. Even if it hits a target, the damage it can cause is extremely limited, unless it happens to hit the pilot or engine.

Soon, another plane swooped down. It seemed to have learned from its previous experience, adjusting its angle in mid-air and swooping along the road.

"Da da da!"

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There was a blood-red explosion where the bullet passed, and instantly there was a chaos of horses neighing and people shouting. Especially the carriage at the front lost its balance because the horses were shot and ran around. After it rolled over, the artillery lay across the road, blocking everyone's way.

This caused the originally mobile convoy to stop in place. Colonel Miller, who had hoped to escape from this "death place", looked back helplessly at another plane that was swooping down. The helpless expression on his face seemed to have accepted it. destiny.

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Khalil received word that the artillery was under attack by enemy aircraft.

Wolfe seemed to believe Khalil's guess at this time, and the enemy seemed to be heading in the direction Khalil said with every step.

Wolfe swallowed hard and suggested: "Colonel, ask the general for instructions to retreat. If the general is aware of this, I believe..."

Khalil shook his head weakly: "It's useless, Wolf, it's too late!"

"What?" Wolfe looked at Khalil in surprise: "No, we still have time!"

Khalil stood up and showed the map on the table in front of Wolf. His voice was full of deep despair: "We are infantry, Wolf. We are all deployed on the front line, about thirteen kilometers away from the rear. We are fighting and retreating. How long do you think it will take to break out of the encirclement?”

The retreat of the troops is not a casual journey. They must be organized to cover each other and retreat alternately.

Even if a unit cuts off the rear, it will take more than two hours to reach Thirteen Kilometers, which is still light.

What they will have to face then are enemy tanks, three-wheelers, and machine guns. So what if their troops are several times larger?

Breakout? Stop dreaming!

The moment the artillery barrage was blocked on the road by enemy aircraft, Khalil knew it was impossible.

That would be a senseless massacre!

Wolfe was still unwilling: "We can attack the enemy from both sides, if General Waldeck sends reinforcements on the other side..."

"Wolf!" Khalil interrupted him. He tapped the position of the defense line on the map with his finger and reminded: "All our troops are on the defense line. There are no troops in the rear, not a single one!"

Wolfe was stunned.

Khalil was right. In the process of "running to the sea", both the enemy and us had filled in all their forces to defend the defense line that stretched for more than 300 kilometers, and even sent untrained recruits to the front line.

At this time, the area more than ten kilometers behind the defense line was full of warehouses, hospitals, wounded people, and supply convoys... Even if General Waldeck agreed to the battle plan of attacking from both sides, he would have no troops to mobilize!

So, what else can they do?

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The town of Arloni is a small town in France with a population of more than 500 households. It is surrounded by flat areas and has never been considered a strategic location.

But today is different. Its location is directly behind the La Forks area. As long as it is occupied here, the siege of the La Forks area can be completed.

It was now in the afternoon. It was raining and planes were roaring by. From time to time, there were gunshots and gunshots from the western front. Residents could only stay indoors or even hide in the basement.

Some brave ones couldn't help but come out for some air. They opened the windows and greeted each other across the road:

"Is everything okay, Mr. Samuel?"

"Very well, Mr. Longnusi!" Samuel replied politely.

But this was not true, and Samuel sighed and fell into silence.

Several Germans broke into his house last night. They didn't know who told him that he was the mayor of this small town.

"If you were the mayor, things would be much simpler!" A German second lieutenant looked at Samuel elegantly, with a kind face: "As you know, the soldiers on the front line are fighting to protect the town, and they lack supplies. , I hope you can be responsible for some of the supplies!”

The face of the German second lieutenant once again appeared in Samuel's mind. He looked harmless, as if he was talking to his own people, but his right hand was pressed on the gun case, and he would take out his pistol and pull the trigger at Samuel at any time. .

Samuel couldn't help but cursed: "These bastards occupy our land and ask us to give them food!"

But what can he do?

Samuel didn't know how to tell the town residents about this. They would regard him as a German spy and even burn down his house!

When I was distressed, several three-wheelers appeared in the rain curtain on the other side of the road, and there was a faint sound of engines.

Samuel felt nervous. He thought it was the Germans who were urging him to hand over the food.

"Damn Germans! They should be hanged, these shameful invaders!" Samuel scolded while thinking about what excuses to use.

The sidecar was getting closer and closer, and the red on the military cap and trousers became more and more obvious. Samuel rubbed his eyes hard but still couldn't believe it.

French army?

The sidecar was speeding over, and the French soldiers on the car waved and greeted him in fluent French:

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Nice to meet you, you are free!"

"This belongs to France again!"

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Samuel slowly opened the door and walked outside, even though it was raining.

Then he saw French soldiers, many French soldiers, they drove sidecars past him in groups, and even drove a steel monster like a monster, its tracks made a "clacking" noise, and a bunch of French soldiers sat on it and waved at him.

Samuel asked stupidly: "Hey, are you from the French army?"

The soldiers burst into laughter:

"Can't you recognize us?"

"Who do you think we are?"

"We are Charles' army. Have you heard of him? Charles!"

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Samuel finally reacted. He shouted excitedly: "I know him, Charles. He saved France!"

"Yes, it's him!" The soldiers responded loudly.

Samuel ran and knocked on the door as he ran: "It's our people, our army. Charles is here with them! We are free, we are free!"

The residents were awakened, men, women, young and old, and they all came out of their houses, cheering to welcome the arrival of the soldiers. Some people even stepped forward to hold umbrellas for the soaked soldiers, although this was completely unnecessary.