In order to treat the wounded soldiers of the expeditionary force, Martin gathered the doctors and nurses belonging to the three divisions and set up a separate field hospital next to the headquarters of the expeditionary force.

This time they didn't dare to make a big show, the doctors and nurses of the three divisions combined actually had more than 100 people, but they could only deal with the lightly wounded, and the seriously wounded had to give up, which had nothing to do with morality, it was originally part of the war.

On August 9th, the battle entered a white heat, Frenzi threw all 12 divisions into a full-line attack on the flank of the German First Army, and the three divisions in southern Africa were also all put into operation, at this time tactics such as outflanking had lost their meaning, the troops were too dense, and there was no room for roundabout, and the soldiers launched a collective charge under the cover of artillery and machine guns, with rifles loaded with bayonets, and a battalion was wiped out in a blink of an eye, losing an average of one regiment per hour, and the battle went on until noon, The 105th and 301st Divisions were completely disabled and had to withdraw from the battlefield, leaving only the 201st Division to fight alone.

It is not a lone army, and the British Expeditionary Force is also gritting its teeth and insisting.

"Gentlemen, hold on a little longer, we have suffered heavy losses, the Germans are no better, they are already at the end of their crossbows, they only need to launch another attack to crush the enemy in front of us, His Majesty the King is waiting for our good news-" Frenzi has already killed the red eye, before Frenzi still wanted to preserve his strength, and now he has paid such a big price to defeat the enemy in front of him, a hearty victory is the only way for Frenzi to atone for his sins.

"We need more powerful artillery to suppress the enemy, and with the intensity of our firepower now, we simply cannot defeat the First Army." A few days ago, Haig, who was still strongly seeking to fight, finally felt the combat effectiveness of the German army, and the strength of the first army in the world is indeed worthy of its name.

Haig's troops took part in the morning attack, and indeed made some progress, once capturing the frontal German positions, but then recaptured by the frenzied German troops.

Compared with the German army, the British artillery equipment is not weak, but the quality of the artillery and the German artillery gap is large, so it can not play the desired effect, the better quality of the French artillery is lost in the caliber of the artillery, Miss 75 is fast, but the firing range is short and the power is small, and it does not pose a threat to the German artillery position.

"Marshal, we can concentrate all the artillery and use it to carry out a key breakthrough on the German positions, and as long as we break through one point, we can break through the German lines." Martin actively suggested that many exercises in southern Africa had proved that artillery units still had to be used intensively in order to achieve greater results.

"That's right, our artillery did not play its due role, and it would have been better to concentrate all the divisional artillery, move the position of the eighteen-pounder guns forward, and use 4.5-inch guns to concentrate the attack." Smith Doring agreed with Martin's suggestion that the poor little British army was indeed unfamiliar with the large corps of men as it was now.

"Our 12 divisions have more than 200 4.5-inch guns combined, and they will definitely be able to suppress the German artillery." Haig also agreed that there was no reservation in the war, and that there might be a problem with Haig's ability and no problem with his loyalty to the British Empire.

"Then do it, gentlemen, and get your troops ready to attack at two o'clock in the afternoon." Frenzi readily agreed, and the British Expeditionary Force was finally united in the face of the formidable German First Army.

In September, the French sun was blazing, the weather was hot and the generals at the command had electric fans and cold drinks, and the troops at the front could not even eat hot meals.

"Eat more young men, we old poor people may not be able to eat the next meal." At the junction of the positions of the 201st Division and the 5th Division of the British Army, a white sergeant of the 5th Division hurried to eat canned food.

The cans were found from a dead African soldier, the unlucky man had just jumped out of the trench and was killed on the spot by a stray bullet, and the body fell less than ten meters before the starting position, and the sergeant hooked the unlucky man's backpack back with a bamboo pole, which contained four cans and two individual foods.

"Southern Africa is really good for these guys, why don't we have these cans-" A bearded corporal was also hurrying to eat, the British Expeditionary Force's individual food actually included two boxes of canned food, namely luncheon meat and peas, but the canned food of the Southern African soldiers was beef and fish.

"The canned food distributed by the military department was purchased from southern Africa, so it's normal." The sergeant was thoughtful, he still had a cigarette in his ear, also made in Southern Africa, and the helmet he was wearing had been ripped from the unlucky man just now.

The British Expeditionary Force also had helmets, but they were ugly ship-shaped helmets, which were obviously less protective than the standard steel helmets in southern Africa.

This helmet worn by the sergeant had a groove formed by a bullet.

If this was replaced by a ship-shaped helmet equipped by the British Expeditionary Force, the helmet would definitely be directly shattered, and the ship-shaped helmet could only defend against fragments from artillery shells, or stray bullets with exhausted power, and could not defend against the frontal impact of bullets at all.

In fact, the standard steel helmets equipped in southern Africa cannot defend against the frontal impact of bullets, and even if the bullets cannot break through the steel helmets, the soldier's cervical vertebrae will be torn off by the strong impact of the bullet, and the result is the same.

But if the bullet hits the side, or the dome in the upper part of the steel helmet, the result is completely different.

"It seems that southern Africa is really good, if I can live until the end of the war, I am going to go to southern Africa to see, if there is really a second lieutenant who said it is as good, I will emigrate to southern Africa." The bearded corporal had a growing affection for Southern Africa, which was a British overseas territory and part of the United Kingdom.

"Why do we have to wait until after the war, when we were back home, southern Africa was what people called backcountry, and when we got to France, the Lee Enfield we used was made in southern Africa, the bullets we used were made in southern Africa, the food we ate for individual soldiers, the cigarettes we smoked were all made in southern Africa, and even our clothes—" The sergeant flipped the bearded corporal's neckline open, and sure enough, it was made in

"Southern Africa is also British territory, so it's normal for us to use products from southern Africa—" The bearded corporal wasn't sure if this was the case, but there was no doubt that the industrial capacity of southern Africa was quite strong.

"These Africans are the equivalent of the National Guard in Southern Africa — no, it's lower than the National Guard — " The sergeant also didn't understand the military system in Southern Africa.

"Militia?" The bearded corporal guessed.

"Lower than the militia, which is at least white—" The sergeant actually wanted to say slave soldiers, but the British had abolished slavery.

"That's the cannon fodder of the temporary conscription, just like us." The bearded corporal was very arrogant and did not realize that there was something wrong with this, and the same was true of France, which drew a large number of troops from the colonies after the outbreak of war.

"How could it be the same, haven't you noticed? What does it mean that the armies of southern Africa, with all the soldiers are African? Sergeant inspired.

"What?" The bearded corporal was confused, and his brain cells were noticeably less developed than the hair system.

"It shows that Southern Africa only uses Africans as cannon fodder, and their officers are white, have you noticed the morning battle? White officers in southern Africa don't charge with the troops, only low-ranking officers of African descent charge with the troops, do you still think we're the same? The sergeant's expression was full of pity, he seemed to have forgotten that he was pitiful too.

"MMP—" The bearded corporal realized that he was just as much cannon fodder as African soldiers.

"If we were in Southern Africa, at least we could be officers who didn't have to charge with the troops—" The sergeant smiled bitterly and laughed at himself, it was too late to realize this, and he would have survived the war first.

Behind the front-line positions, 4.5-inch artillery positions were finally arranged, and with the order of Frenzi, more than 200 artillery pieces carried out a saturation attack on the German positions.

"All of them, stand up, put on your bayonets, get your grenades ready, sapper shovels are better than bayonets in hand-to-hand combat, after the charge, you have to run faster than rabbits, it's better to be so fast that bullets can't catch up with you, go up and kick the Germans in the ass, I have prepared the best vodka for you, one bottle per person, even if you are injured, it will be no problem, the big-breasted nurses in the hospital will take good care of you, if you unfortunately die in battle, I will bring your corpses back, the Lord will take good care of your family and kill the Germans!"

On the nearby 201st Division's position, a white officer is boosting morale, and next to him is a large box full of vodka, which is the best prize on the battlefield, and can make the soldiers forget all fears.

"Kill the Germans!"

"Victory!"

"Hooray!"

The soldiers chanted, and the sergeant and bearded corporal were dumbfounded.

"Hell, I thought these people didn't know English." The sergeant thought about it carefully, as if he had not said anything inappropriate in front of the African-American soldiers.

"Boys, stand up, assemble, and get ready for battle—" The officers of the Fifth Division also began their pre-battle mobilization, and they were more sad to charge with the troops, even the children of the nobility.

The sergeant and bearded corporal were in this company, the commander of which was the son of a baron, and he was now wearing a conspicuous dress with a bright feather stuck in his helmet, presumably for fear that the German accurate shooters would not notice him.

Compared with the baron's son, the officers of the 201st Division wore the same clothes as the soldiers, even the weapons were the same Lee Enfield, and they did not have shiny riding boots and symbolic command knives, which ensured that they would not be sniped accurately.

The British noticed this problem during the Second Boer War, and then the British units were changed to the current khaki uniforms.

Before the outbreak of the World War, the then Minister of War Messimi had suggested that the French troops replace the red pants, which was strongly opposed by the French generals, and the Minister of War Etienne believed that "it is absolutely not okay to cancel the red pants, the red pants are France." ”