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On the north slope of Stoney Heights, Schultz smiled and said to Graeme: "See, the problem of La Bersas is solved." ”

Major Graeme was silent, frowning and wondering how he would have fought this battle if it had been him.

"Commander Mandol said that we paratroopers are born to surround others, and unless there are special circumstances, we will never do anything to dig a pit and garrison in a certain place and face off with the enemy's infantry and tanks, which will waste our powerful mobility and the powerful equipment that the regiment commander has worked so hard to get for us."

Graeme came back to his senses and asked suspiciously: "Someone has to maintain the stability of the battle line, if you don't squat in the trenches, who will squat?" Do you want the tank to squat? ”

Schultz coughed lightly in the face of Graeme's questioning, and then asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”

Graeme was stunned by the question, he really didn't expect to get such an answer.

Seeing Schultz's flickering eyes, Graeme suddenly came to his senses, "You mean we infantry go to the trenches?" ”

That's what it means. Commander Mandol said that the most ideal situation in a defensive battle is for the infantry to squat in the trenches in front, and then strengthen the weapons such as anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft guns, and tank destroyers to form a solid shield to resist the enemy's attack, and we, the paratroopers and tanks fighting in armored vehicles, can safely and boldly turn into a sharp sword and stab at the enemy from some unexpected positions, if we give up the armored vehicles to squat in the trenches, it is equivalent to tying one of our legs and letting us fight, completely wasting our equipment. ”

"Oh? Sword and shield? Graeme repeated it in a whisper, feeling like he had learned a little new from Schultz, the bald major.

"I understand, you are modern cavalry fighting in armored vehicles, letting you squat in the trenches and fighting against the enemy's infantry is equivalent to letting the cavalry leave the war horse, that is what only laymen do, and it is your duty to sit in armored vehicles and keep attacking." Major Graeme said.

"That's right, the defense of tanks is also offensive, we just have to attack, attack, and attack again."

"That's what the head of Mandolfil said too?" Graeme asked.

"It was General Guderian who told Commander Mandolfer, and Commander Mandolfil told us. At the beginning, I put a lot of effort into forming this kind of mobile warfare mentality. My predecessor, Major Kruger, was sent to the training camp to train recruits because he had always held on to the mentality of infantry trench warfare and could not form the mentality of mobile warfare. Schultz had a look of apprehension on his face.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mandolfil is such a stern person?" Graeme was a little surprised.

"Commander Mandolfer said at least a hundred times, he said that the regiment commander used the best land equipment in all of Germany, and if we could not exert the power of these equipment because of improper use, it would be a desecration of the regiment commander's hard work, and he was not worthy of staying in the command post." Schultz said.

Looking at Graeme thoughtfully, Schultz continued earnestly: "The regimental commander said that armoring is the future development trend of the army. My personal suggestion is that you better learn how to use the Panzer Corps in advance, because with your position in the Army, you will definitely be promoted to an Panzer Division in the future, and you must not make the low-level mistake of using the Panzer Division as an Infantry Division. ”

Hearing Schultz's advice, Graeme raised his chin and said to Schultz: "What do you think I am doing here at the expense of my precious rest time?" Is it just to help you keep the captives? ”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and burst out laughing・・・・・・

To the south of Stoney Village, Gransal stared in amazement at the wreckage of B1 tanks thrown everywhere in the distance, as well as a dozen R35 light tanks that were reversing in a hurry to escape, and cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

The 49th Tank Battalion's assault on the village of Stoney had just been launched when more than a dozen German tanks without turrets emerged from the woods west of the village of Stoney and launched an attack on the left flank of the 49th Tank Battalion.

After a salvo of German tanks, four or five B1 tanks stopped in black smoke, and the tankers panicked and opened the hatches to escape from the tanks.

Another B1 tank had lost its ammunition, the turret was lifted into the air, and seven or eight infantry who were following the B1 tank fell to the ground and howled.

When the flanks were attacked, the B1 Tank Battalion reacted immediately, turning their bodies to the west and aiming their thick front armor at the enemy.

Gransar was surprised and delighted to see that the B1 tank group was ambushed, and was glad that these Germans had finally appeared, and the reserves he had arranged could come in handy. Yesterday after dark, he had sent a reconnaissance unit to reconnoiter the woods to the west to see if there were any German ambushes inside. As a result, the scouts were expelled by the German infantry, confirming Grandsal's conjecture.

In order to deal with the Germans, who were not known how many there were and who could rush out at any time, Gransal deliberately kept the 10th Battle Tank Battalion as a reserve, ready to launch a counterattack after the Germans rushed out of the ambush and teach them a hard lesson.

Now the Germans hiding in the woods to the west showed up, but the result was not what Gransard had expected. There was not a single infantry in the ambush, it was all tanks.

Although the battle situation was a little different from what he expected, Gransar still sent the 10th Combat Tank Battalion, ready to take out the dozen German tanks in one go.

Grant had no doubts about the combat effectiveness of the B1 tank, and compared to the tall and powerful B1 tank, the dozen or so German tanks looked very small and had no turrets.

Not only did their B1 tanks have turrets, but they also had two guns on each tank, and with the support of 45 R35 light tanks from the 10th Combat Tank Battalion, they had the upper hand in both quantity and quality in this battle, and it was only a matter of time before they won the battle.

The result of the battle was completely beyond Grandsal's expectations, and the dozen or so German tanks retreated into the woods while fighting, and the pursuing French tanks did not destroy a single German tank, but stopped one after another with black smoke. The B1 tank's 60 mm 45-degree angled front armor was useless in front of the German tanks, and the bulky B1 tanks were destroyed one after another, and the tankers fled.

The black smoke from the burning of the destroyed French tank rose into the sky, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere to the battlefield.

Gransar's body shook violently, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he clearly saw that something had crashed into the rear armor of an R35 light tank, tumbling and falling to the ground, and rolled more than ten meters away before stopping.

After the thing stopped, Grandsal could clearly distinguish the identity of the thing from the telescope, it was the engine, the engine of the R35 tank was actually knocked out by the German artillery.

Did I just hallucinate? Yes, it must be a hallucination, Grandsal rubbed his eyes, soothing himself.

On the edge of the woods west of the village of Stoney, the gunners of 12 88-mm anti-aircraft guns shook their muzzles in sweat, loaded their shells, and cooperated with the No. 4 tank destroyer outside the woods to destroy the French tanks rushing into the woods one by one.

Both the tall B1 tank and the small R35 tank were equal in the face of the powerful power of the 88 gun, and they were destroyed on the way to the charge.

More than a dozen R35 tanks, which tried to turn around and flee, exposed their more fragile rear armor to the German guns, and only escaped less than 200 meters before being pierced by the tracking shells, following in the footsteps of their comrades.

The infantry who followed the tanks were much more fortunate, and when the tanks covering them were drawn to the west, ten No. 4 assault guns suddenly flipped from the northern slope of the Stoney Heights to the southern slope, condescendingly raining 105 mm shells on the French infantry group, and after two or three volleys, the French infantry exposed in the wilderness could not withstand the devastation of this firepower, and fled into the woods in groups.

Compared to the tank units, the French infantry were lucky, at least two-thirds of the French infantry in a battalion escaped, while the poor tank troops were wiped out.

Before Gransard could recover from the blow of the total annihilation of his proud tank unit, Colonel Martin hurried to his side and said dejectedly: "La Berthas has been taken back by the Germans, their firepower is so fierce, that they should use aerial bombs against our tanks, it is really terrible." ”

"You ・・・・・・," Grandsal looked at the frightened Colonel Martin, speechless for a moment in anger.

"The planes of the Germans! Here they are again. Colonel Martin suddenly pointed to the northeastern sky.

Grandsal shouted, "Get into the woods, they must be coming for us." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Gransard took the lead and ran into the woods, and when he fled to the depths of the woods, he realized that he was only a false alarm, and the German planes in the sky flew straight south, completely ignoring them.

"It looks like they didn't notice us." Gransal breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the distant fleet of planes in the sky.

"Artillery positions, our artillery positions are finished." Brochar rushed to Gransar's side and shouted at Gransar in a frenzied manner.

"What happened to the artillery positions?" Gransar asked, squeezing Brochar's shoulder.

"The tanks of the Germans, I can't count how many, they rushed into our artillery positions from the west, the artillery positions were completely destroyed, and our rear roads were cut off." Brochal shouted.

"Impossible, what about the troops of the 71 Infantry Division? They are responsible for the defense of the west side, what about their people? ”

"The 71st Infantry Division has collapsed, our retreat to the south has been cut off, and our only retreat now is to the east, to flee to the right bank of the Maas, where there are no Germans." Brochal shouted.

"Now it seems that this is the only way to go." Grandsal said.

Two hours later, Schultz handed over the defense of the village of Stoney to Major Graeme, and he continued south with the 1st Parachute Battalion and the Heavy Equipment Battalion, where he found Mantofel at Bunterville, twenty kilometers away.

When Schultz fought fiercely with the French army in the Stoney area, at Tanai, eight kilometers west of Stoney, Mantofil joined the 1st Armored Brigade of the 1st Armored Division, which was moving south, and then cooperated with the 1st Armored Brigade to launch a beautiful right hook operation, breaking through the defense of the 71st Infantry Division and attacking the hinterland of the 3rd Armored Division in one fell swoop, not only ending the artillery positions of the 3rd Armored Division and the 71st Infantry Division, but also cutting off most of the 3rd Armored Division and the 1st Infantry Division's retreat to the south. Forced Gransal to flee to the right bank of the Maas River with the besieged troops. At this point, there was no longer the main force of the French army that could resist the German army moving south.

Just as Mandolfer was reorganizing his troops and preparing to follow the 19th Panzer Army to the Franco-Swiss border, on the north bank of the Maas River, Chen Dao stood at the front of the Bandit No. 1, looked at the long queue of convoys waiting to cross the river in Dongshili Town, and said with a long sigh of relief: "This bandit is finally going to cross the Maas River, and this section of the road is really more difficult than the Spring Festival transportation squeeze car. (The novel "Eagle of the Third Reich" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (The novel "Eagle of the Third Reich" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! )

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