Wittmann's 111 crew was fortunate to be the first to drive out of the Ardennes Forest after more than a day's march through the woods, where they were part of the 1st SS Panzer Division and crashed into an unsuspecting Belgian infantry division's defense.

"Lucas! Keep up with Vic's 112 tank and charge at the Belgian position in front. Wittman shouted from inside the tank.

In front of them, a Belgian position with heavy machine guns was panicked firing bullets at German tanks.

Since the Germans had not expected to rush out of the Ardennes Forest, a Belgian division stationed there was not much alert, and they did not even have the defensive units in the trenches in place.

At this time, after the German tanks appeared one after another, these poor Belgian soldiers remembered that nothing could happen in the war.

"It looks like this battle will be easy, because the Belgians don't have any weapons that can penetrate our armor." After hearing the sound of the Belgian small-caliber cannon being ricocheted off again, Leo, who was operating the coaxial machine gun to strafe the Belgian soldiers, said loudly.

So far, the battle situation is basically the same as the exercises that Wittman and his team have participated in. Of course, unlike the exercise, the coaxial machine gun in Leo's hand will not only leave behind the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, but also a large number of corpses.

Due to the suddenness of the war, the Belgian garrison did not evacuate even the local civilians. Although the people fled quickly after the war, the livestock, cattle and sheep they left behind were all turned into corpses.

Those poor domestic animals became the mutilated objects of bullets, shells and bomb fragments. The animals lay on all fours, lying on the ground, emitting a smell of rotting flesh that blended with the smoke of gunpowder and the exhaust of tank gasoline.

And those animals are still the lives that have been destroyed by the way. Leo and the others, the tank gunners who drove coaxial machine guns, and the Belgian soldiers who really kept an eye on them, were the ones who suffered the most casualties.

"It reminds me of the time when I fought in Poland," Lecht said after reloading the cannon with another grenade: "a one-sided massacre, the enemy has no strength to threaten us at all." ”

"Boom!" As soon as Lecht had finished his sigh, the grenade he had loaded was fired, once again sending a cloud of blood to the Belgian position.

Two Belgian artillerymen, at a distance that they already considered close enough, once again hit a 37 mm caliber shell on Wittmann's No. 111 Leopard tank.

"Accurate hit!" A Belgian fighter shouted with a fist waving.

Unfortunately, before he could put his fist down, the shell that hit the Leopard tank with the accuracy of the Leopard tank was blocked again.

You can't penetrate it at such a close distance?! The Belgian officers and soldiers on the position were the first to lose their psychological defense. They really couldn't figure out what else to do to deal with the behemoths in front of them.

They did not have a few anti-tank guns in the first place, and there were no cannons with a caliber of more than 37 mm. Now, the only weapon that could crotch the German tank, fired at close range at the risk of being destroyed, still had no effect.

Shooting at a static distance is the best way to increase the power of artillery strikes. But now, even a close-range shot can't penetrate the armor of the Leopard tank, so there is really no way to deal with these German steel beasts.

"Luls, you guys hurry up to the top. The machine-gun position is almost untenable! "The Belgian battalion commander, who saw all this in the rear, urgently ordered.

"Battalion commander......." Luls looked at the boss with an ugly face.

Where the machine gun position is almost impossible to hold, it is clear that it is beginning to collapse!

Standing on the hill in the rear, Luls clearly watched as the company on the machine-gun position scattered and fled.

The machine-gun position, which had faded away, was the only well-arranged position of the Belgian understaffed division at the Arden Pass. Except there, there are no people on the other commanding heights, and there is no equipment to be equipped.

All the essence was left on that position. Even the only two 37-mm anti-tank guns in this division of less than 5,000 men were all deployed on the side of the machine-gun position.

However, this position, which gathered the best equipment of the whole division, could not even stop the vanguard of the German armored division in a slightest. Before the Germans' tanks even reached their positions, the officers and men in the positions had already dropped their weapons and fled.

"The machine-gun position has been lost, and the officers and soldiers there have no intention of facing it!" Eventually, Ruls mustered up the courage to speak to the battalion commander who was still trying to hold his position.

"Then we have to hold on!" The battalion commander said with a crying voice: "The whole division is quite well arranged in such a position, if it is lost, we will no longer have a commanding height that can be used to suppress the German army." ”

It was an incredible thing that a division used only one company to hold the commanding heights. It's a pity that in this Belgian garrison division, it is so unreasonable.

They did not even place a small number of alert troops in the Ardennes Forest, nor did they occupy a few more commanding heights on the Ardennes Pass, which should have been held with all their might, to maintain the density of fire in the only direction where the Germans could rush out.

From the division commander to the regiment commander, no one thought of seriously arranging a main defensive position. In the end, it was the battalion commander of Ruls who thought of sending a machine gun with the regimental headquarters to hold the most important commanding heights.

"It's really not good, even if you fill it with your life, you have to regain your position. Otherwise, we simply would not have been able to stop the steady stream of German tanks that followed it. The battalion commander wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth.

It was too late to send people to re-garrison the other mountain packs, and it was impossible to have time to build a second sniper position. The only thing that could stop the Germans was the machine-gun position closest to the mountain pass. It is equivalent to a gate, and if it cannot be held, the torrent of steel that the German army has opened will no longer have any obstacles.

"Battalion commander, the best weapons of our entire regiment are left on that position," Ruls glanced at the distant position where there was no longer a single Belgian soldier alive, and turned around and persuaded: "Even if our company and the 3 companies in the rear of the battalion headquarters all rush forward, it will not be possible to achieve better results." ”

In the distance, the soldiers who had fled from the position had already poured into a transit station on the mountainside. Then, they continued to rush to the rear with the logistics staff in the transit station. No one still tried to stop the pursuing Germans, and their courage had long since been exhausted on that hill.