Specifically, before the Battle of the Somme, the British Expeditionary Force fought "with me", with officers taking the lead and attacking German positions with the troops, and in order to show their martial bravery, British officers usually dressed up like big roosters going to a banquet.

Since the outbreak of the world war, the total number of British casualties has been more than one million, the British army suffered 60,000 casualties on the first day of the Battle of the Somme, and the brave British have almost died.

Under the double stimulation of alcohol and "tobacco", the soldiers did not notice this slight change at all, and after the bearded captain gave the order to attack, the Indian soldiers, whose eyes were already bloodshot and red, jumped out of the trenches with their bayonets, they did not line up neatly in a thin red line, nor were they a temporary trained skirmisher line, so they launched an attack on the German positions in a chaotic manner.

The German machine guns had already begun to strafe at this time, although the departure distance was far from the German position, but the German machine gunners were inspired by mortars and invented a way to shoot at the sky, and then the bullets used inertia to cause damage, some unlucky Indian soldiers were hit as soon as they jumped out of the trenches, like a punctured balloon and fell to the ground instantly, and some people were not hit by bullets, but still fell to the ground, these are self-made smart guys, they want to use this way to escape the attack.

The bearded captain with red eyes dragged down an Indian soldier who was shivering on the edge of the trench, and yelled at the Indian soldier with his head to his head: "What the hell is going on with you? Why not attack, did I forget what I just said? ”

"First-first-first-first-sir, my eyes can't see anything, I'm blind—" The Indian soldier was shaking and weeping bitterly, his pants dripping wet.

This sounds like a good reason, but some people can do some incredible things happen when they are extremely stressed.

"Is it—you're blind, good, good—" The bearded captain gritted his teeth and looked fierce, pulled out his pistol with his backhand, rubbed it on his pants and loaded it directly.

"I'm all right, sir, my eyes are all right, I'm going to attack right away, it's the power of God, I'm all right-" The Indian soldier immediately came to his senses.

"God let you die!" The bearded captain did not give a chance to correct his mistake at all, and the pistol was shot directly at the soldier's head.

Bang!

The 9mm Browning high-power pistol lives up to its name, and the bearded captain has a face covered in blood and brains-

"Anyone else who is blind, tell me, I'll help him get free!"

A few "corpses" not far from the trenches immediately began to squirm.

Further in the headquarters, Roque and a group of generals with binoculars were observing the German positions.

Through the binoculars, it was clear that after the artillery bombardment of the expeditionary force began to extend to the rear of the German positions, the Indian soldiers rushed up like a tide, and then retreated like a tide.

Several British generals lowered their binoculars and looked at Roque.

Roque's binoculars didn't put down, his lips pursed tightly, and he didn't mean to speak.

An officer on the starting ground stood up and brandished a pistol and roared at the retreating Indian soldiers.

The panicked Indian soldiers had no idea what had just happened in the trenches.

Tom Tom Tom –

The Overseer's heavy machine gun finally fired, and the muzzle of the gun was a foot long, and the Indian soldiers who escaped were not killed by the Germans, but were executed by the Overseers in this way.

Roque finally put down the telescope in his hand, his eyes closed.

"Order the troops, go on the offensive!" Roque's voice was colder than a snowy night in December.

"Yes Lord!" Angel's voice was equally cold, the staff officer's hand shaking the phone handle was shaking, and the generals looked at each other with complicated eyes.

"Gentlemen, abandon all illusions, this is a war to the death, either the glory of the British Empire is continued, or we live in the shadow of the Germans from now on, there is no third possibility." Roque handed the binoculars to Paul Cocker beside him, and returned to the chair behind his desk to close his eyes.

"General Gough, order the troops to continue the offensive and finish off all the Germans!" The sound of the staff officer on the phone was literally howling.

General Gough was the commander of the British Fifth Army.

"Yes, please tell the marshal that the Fifth Army will resolutely complete its task." Gough's voice was as loud as a megaphone.

Another group of troops entered the starting position.

The soldier who had been shot by the bearded captain fell to the ground before leaving for battle, the wound on his head was still steaming, and he fell to the ground on his back with his back to the German position, not looking like he had been killed in the charge.

All the soldiers who passed by the corpse walked around, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at the bearded captain who was sitting on the ground next to him.

The bearded captain didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the pistol in his hand, the company he led had just been wiped out, but his company commander was still alive.

A captain, also with a mustache, approached the bearded captain and handed him a cigarette.

The corners of the bearded captain's mouth moved, presumably trying to smile at the bearded captain, but it was more ugly than crying.

The two captains smoked silently until the cigarette was finished, and the bearded captain threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot, and then patted the bearded captain on the shoulder: "Good luck!" ”

"You too-" Captain Beard's expression was indifferent, and he stood up and faced the soldiers with a fierce voice: "-Drink, drink as much as you want, drink as much as you want-"

An hour later, the expeditionary force finally rushed to the German position, completely overwhelming the defenders, and the headquarters resounded with earth-shattering cheers and applause.

Although the troops suffered heavy casualties, never in the previous battles had the expeditionary force captured the German positions in such a short time.

Considering that this is still an Indian unit that has been criticized by the generals for its weak combat effectiveness, victory is becoming more and more rare.

"General Goff called, the troops had occupied the German positions, killed more than 5,000 German troops, captured 1,200 German troops, and suffered about 6,700 casualties, and the front advanced 1.5 miles-" When Angel reported, Roque was having lunch, although he was the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, Roque's lunch was also very simple, a box of canned soybeans, a fish, and a glass of milk.

During the battle, Roque never drank alcohol, and as a commander, Roque did not need courage, but more sober mind and sharp judgment.

"Order the troops to fortify in situ to guard against a German counterattack-" Roque is not greedy, as long as there is progress, and does not confirm whether the figures reported by Goff are accurate, it is normal for the numbers to be incorrect.

After all, the battle has just ended, and it is normal to have a little error in the statistics so quickly, as long as it is not too excessive.

A little later, the Germans did try to stop the counterattack.

It's a pity that under the surveillance of the reconnaissance plane, every move of the German army is under the control of Roque, the German troops preparing to attack have not yet been assembled at the starting position, the close support aircraft of the expeditionary force are roaring, high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs are falling from the sky, and the German troops preparing to attack have no ability to resist, and now the German army is not equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns.

When the British Expeditionary Force resumed its offensive, the Battle of Verdun was underway.

Nivile activated Manjing, who had been dismissed some time ago, and put an army under Manking's command.

Manjing continued to play his butcher style, forcing an attack on German positions, inflicting heavy casualties on the troops.

Petain was furious, and Nivelle was blatantly disobeying Petain's orders by activating Mangin, but Petain had nothing to do with Nivile and Mantin, because Nivelle and Manjing were Xia Fei's confidants.

Petain could only strictly order Nivelle and Manking to strictly prohibit their troops from attacking the Germans without authorization.

Unfazed, Nivelle and Mangin were planning a larger attack, this time preparing to bypass Pétain in the hope of getting Xiafei's approval.

As Verdun and the Somme approached, fighting continued in other theaters.

Far away in Italy, the Battle of the Isonzo River had been fought for the sixth time, neither the Kingdom of Italy nor Austria-Hungary had the ability to defeat each other, and the Italian army was weak, often the troops were prepared for two months, and the offensive lasted only three days.

If this is on the Eastern Front or the Western Front, it will be at most a battle of this scale, and it will not be on the scale of a battle at all.

But for the Italians, who were eager to exaggerate every attack as a battle, the Kingdom of Italy had organized six battles of the Isonzo River since its entry into the war last July, and had nothing to gain except to add hundreds of thousands of men to the Austro-Hungarian Chief of the General Staff, Condra.

Condela had recently gotten married, he and his new wife were on vacation, no one was allowed to disturb him, and usually Condela would give orders for battle in a very detailed manner, no matter what happened at the front, Condela did not allow the generals to improvise.

Even so, the Italians could not defeat the Austrians, and the Italians still had the courage to ask the British for loans and material aid, otherwise the Italians would stop the attack.

In the face of such an ally, the British government was also helpless, Edward Gray knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, after all, it was what he had promised, and he had to finish it with tears.

To Roque's frustration, Italy was not the only big hole for the Entente, and in July, when Romania finally decided to join the Entente, London rejoiced, believing that the Entente would add another big boost.

On the surface, this is indeed the case, after all, Romania has 500,000 troops, and even if it is not good, it can hold back some Allied troops.

The Chief of the General Staff of the Russian Empire, General Alekseev, did not think so, believing that if Romania did not enter the war, then the Russian Empire would not need to divide its forces to defend the Romanian border.

Now that Romania is in the war, although it is an Entente member, the Russian Empire must also be prepared to avoid a repeat of the Schlieffen plan.

(It's not late, I'm so diligent, praise myself for two sentences-)

(End of chapter)