After the "Fokker Dr.1" disintegrated in the air, the red baron Richthofen reluctantly left his landline. As the parachute unfolded, it swayed like a helpless pendulum on the battlefield under the breeze.

A few British "Camel F.1s" chasing him were curious, swirling around Richthofen under the parachute. Presumably they just want to see what such a guy looks like, or what it means to respect the rules of the "air knight" and protect him from landing safely.

But the Red Baron Richthofen didn't think so, he thought that these guys had come to see his jokes, to laugh at him for being shot down. So he shook his fist and shouted at the pilots of the British "Camel F.1" planes.

"You can't count me as shooting me down, my plane...... It's not fair...... I promise...... Will be back! ”

Richthofen, floating under a parachute, waved his fist as if the enemy were right in front of him, as if he were in a "boxing" he was doing. The last words, as he had done before, were nothing more than some threats that he didn't know if they could be realized.

But under his feet, the battlefield is becoming clearer and clearer, and the danger of Richthofen is getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, the German infantry, tormented by the hordes of "Camel F.1s" in the sky, were faced with the "Great Nomad Tank" that was getting closer and closer to the German battle line.

The "Great Nomad Tanks" were slow to advance on the battlefield covered with deer, subway wire mesh, and they were followed by hundreds of armored fighting vehicles.

Since the British Air Force had not yet broken through the Luftwaffe interception in the air and could not effectively suppress the German artillery, their firing was not interfered with.

The only pity is that they did not have the observation of the forward observation posts and could not deliver precision strikes on the British tanks. Despite this, the shell fragments still caused some minor casualties to the armored car behind the tank.

On the car, the infantrymen hiding behind the thin armor, and the British soldiers holding the "Stern submachine gun" and "shotgun" one by one shrank their bodies low behind the armor plates. The steel helmets on their heads were all facing the outside of the car, hoping to block the shrapnel that pierced the armored car somewhat.

The 7.62 mm Maxim machine gun bullets fired from German machine guns, as well as fragments of mortars and light shells, made the steel armor of the armored vehicle "dangdang" and "dangdang".

"Hurry, hurry, let's get out of the car, then we can hide in a crater!"

Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs, and it was here that someone screamed after a cunning slam.

"Ahh I was shot, oh my God, I was shot! ”

The soldiers scrambled to hold down the struggling man who had been hit, observing his wounds. The shrapnel of a strange shape produced by the explosion of a large-caliber shell directly penetrated the armor of the armored vehicle and hit the wounded in the back. Although there was not much blood, the wounded after the heavy damage to their internal organs, after struggling hard, reluctantly swallowed their last breath.

At this time, the soldiers who were crouching in the armored car, some of them began to curse the "Great Nomad Tank" that was still moving slowly in front.

"Oh my God, why didn't these shells hit them, or should these guys suffer!"

Despite the heavy but inaccurate shelling by German artillery, neither the "Grand Wanderer Tank" nor the "MPM Panzer Fighting Vehicle" suffered substantial losses, and soon the British attack group approached the first line of German front.

Faced with machine-gun fire from the reinforced concrete pillboxes on the first line of German front, as well as the bombardment of those who survived. The "Great Nomad Tank" transferred the turrets on either side of them, and the 57mm short-barreled guns fired a mess of shells.

But these things, for those thick reinforced concrete fortifications that can withstand the shelling of 105-mm heavy artillery, did not work at all, and this is when the "MPM armored combat vehicles" showed their power.

Flames that can reach 60~70 meters are sprayed straight from the armored vehicle. During the continuous spraying, the flamethrower shooter easily controlled the accuracy, so that the burning oil was shot through the firing holes of the reinforced concrete fortifications into the pillbox.

The reinforced concrete bunkers that had been "specially cared for" spewed out flames from their shooting holes, and when the doors of the bunkers suddenly opened, the soldiers rushed out with frenzied shouts and frenzied fire, rolling lifelessly on the ground.

"Sudden ......"

The dull on-board 12.7mm machine gun sprayed bullets, although brutal, but after all, the pain was immediately solved for these burning people. With the fall of one concrete and steel bunker after another, which were used as support points, the German defense line was on the verge of collapse.

The drivers of the "Great Nomads" either heard the shouts of the infantry in the armored vehicles behind, or the "Camel F.1" in front was doing too well and did not encounter much resistance, so they sped up.

Moreover, the short-barreled guns mounted on the sides of the car also fired chaotic cover fire, and the machine gun shooters on the roof also fired non-stop bullets, destroying the last resistance of the German troops on the front line.

Like Britain and France, General Falkenhein, the commander of the German 2nd Army, did not renovate the first line of defense in order not to reveal the secrets of the line to the British.

According to his strategy, the German soldiers in the first line of defense should withdraw to the modified second line of defense in time on the premise that they could no longer hold on to resisting the failure of the defense.

Faced with these steel giants of the British Expeditionary Force, and the more British infantry behind them, the German first-line commander finally gave the order to retreat.

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German soldiers, carrying weapons along the trenches, retreated in columns along the trenches to the second line of positions.

Although the appearance of never-before-seen tanks at the front made them suffer considerably, the German soldiers were now far from defeated. Even when they retreated, they did not pull down the mortars and machine guns in their own companies.

It was under these circumstances that Richthofen fell into the trenches of the first line of the German army. Probably because the white flying scarf around his neck was so conspicuous, he was hit by a string of machine guns on the "Great Nomad Tank" as soon as he landed.

One rolled, the other plunged into a trench, and Richthofen cursed as he spat out the dirt in his mouth.

"Phew! Bah! Didn't you see my parachute......? ”

"Sudden ......"

The machine guns on the "Great Nomad Tank" were still firing relentlessly, after all, they made a special chirp and flew not far above Richthofen's head.

Leaning on the handguard that reinforced the trenches, Richthofen sat on the ground, gasping for breath to relieve his tension, and raised his puzzled eyes to look at the sky.

"Oh my God, am I a bad foot soldier?"