The situation reversed, and everyone could see that the French were now using the lives of their soldiers as bargaining chips to approach victory inch by inch, but the German ** team couldn't find any effective way to stop the opponent's footsteps for a while.

When the French suddenly launched a group charge, the German officers and soldiers on the front-line positions could hardly believe their eyes, they really could not believe that the tactical literacy of the French commanders could be so low.

Suddenly abandoning the effective cover of tanks, relying on soldiers with worn-out rifles to howl and charge towards their fortified positions, this is a foolish suicide at all glances.

In just a few minutes, the German ** team caused those French infantry to suffer unusually heavy casualties, and dozens or hundreds of lives disappeared from this world almost every second.

Judging from the situation at that time, the casualties of the French troops involved in the first wave of the charge may have reached 70 percent, and it can be said that those troops have lost their combat effectiveness in terms of organization, and the losses suffered by the French ** team can make any mentally healthy commander have a heart stop when he gets the casualty report.

But what the Germans could not understand was that the French, far from stopping this brutal charge, which was consuming a lot of lives, were pouring new blood into this meat-churning battle. The French commander's disregard for the lives of his own soldiers moved even the toughest Waffen-SS members.

The tide of dusty tawny uniforms, worn Adriatic helmets and 1917 bayonets continued to crash into German positions, with the soldiers in the front row being shot down by the platoon, while the soldiers in the back did not hesitate to step over the corpses of their comrades and continue to advance frantically.

The Germans finally understood the intentions of the French commanders. The French were ready to crush the German trenches with the corpses of their soldiers, and they did not hesitate to flood the position with the blood of their soldiers in order to win, as they had done in World War I.

The French commander who commanded the attack must have been a cold-blooded madman, this was the unanimous opinion of all the front-line field commanders in Germany at that time. But they had to admit that this madman could succeed, the German ** team was no longer able to prevent the slow approach of the opposing side to their positions, and the front-line troops were already in a serious crisis.

"Shoot! Keep shooting! ”

Warrant Officer Schmitt roared hoarsely.

The French ** team had already advanced to within a hundred meters of their position, and although their soldiers tried their best to pour bullets at the opponent, they could not stop the opponent's slow advance.

The corpses of the French soldiers in front of the position had been stacked, and the height of the pile was constantly increasing, but every time a row of enemies was shot and fell, another row of French soldiers immediately appeared in the field of vision of the German soldiers, they shouted and turned over the corpses, and continued to stagger forward with bayonets against the rain of bullets, and then were neatly knocked down in the mud by the volley of German soldiers.

Schmitt stared at the hellish sight in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and even with his iron will, he couldn't help but feel a rush of vomiting in his stomach.

Schmitt tried his best to hide his uneasiness in front of the soldiers, he stiffened his body and tensed his muscles. Because Schmitt knew that if he didn't, he would tremble like a leaf in the wind.

Not because he was timid, but an involuntary instinctive reaction, for Schmitt felt at this time that he and his brave men might never return to Germany.

He had foreseen how he would end his life, and he was prepared to die a glorious death on the battlefield, but when the moment came, he realized that he was not prepared for anything.

The German soldiers didn't think as much as their platoon commander thought, they just mechanically repeated the action of shooting, loading, loading, aiming, shooting, firing a salvo every two seconds, knocking down a platoon of enemies, continuing to load, aiming, shooting.

The distance between the two sides had reached seventy meters, and the two sides were close enough to be able to vaguely distinguish the faces of their opponents. It was only then that the Waffen-SS was surprised to find that under the Adriatic helmets were black or brown faces.

"Colonial Africa!"

"It's the barbaric blacks and Arabs!"

The soldiers involuntarily exclaimed, African soldiers were notoriously disrespectful of their own lives, and the Germans understood why the other side had been able to maintain the momentum of the offensive despite such losses.

The shooting of the German soldiers became even more frenzied, and everyone knew what would happen if they fell into the hands of those barbarians.

The French colonial troops continued their blood-stained advance, the first row of the assault line sixty meters from the German positions, and the French tanks one hundred and twenty meters from the German positions.

Suddenly, a row of fireballs appeared in the dense formation of the French ** team, and then in the second and third rows, the German artillery finally began their blocking fire.

From 80-millimeter mortars to 75-millimeter infantry guns, regimental artillery poured hundreds of kilograms of high-energy ZHA medicine and more steel fragments on the French infantry in just a dozen seconds.

At the same time, huge fireballs also rose in the offensive formation of the French tanks, and several Matilda, who rushed to the front, were paralyzed on the ground, and then everyone was greeted by the brilliant sparks of ammunition when they were detonated.

"Fenris" finally reached his firing position, and the German tank sniper gunners fought hard to fire 88mm armor-piercing shells at the French tank, firing even faster than they had in the previous battle.

They must atone for their previous mistakes with their actions, because if they hadn't shifted positions without permission, the current scene would not have happened.

Once again, the power of the "Fenris" was demonstrated, and the German gunners fired nine salvos in half a minute, after which the French tank group completely collapsed.

When the French tankmen learned from their comrades' burning cars that their tanks could not withstand the German shells, Major Filian, who had already retreated, had already turned around and fled towards his position.

The company commander's desertion and the sound of the destroyed tanks around him completely shattered the determination of the French tankers to continue fighting, and the French tanks in the front row began to turn one by one, and then closely pursued the figure of their commander and fled towards the French position, while the tanks in the back row also turned around and began to retreat before they understood what was going on.

What's more, due to the different directions of the vehicles, several tanks collided together, and the French tankers, who were already panicked, understood the meaning of the instant decision, and they actually got out of their immobile tanks and fled backwards on foot.

The French tank group left behind twenty-three piles of burning wreckage and all the infantry who were fighting bloodily and withdrew from the battlefield. Their performance in front of the German team was not so much a retreat as a rout.

Several panicked tanks actually rushed headlong into the follow-up infantry formation that was constantly rushing forward, not only splitting the infantry formation that was about to charge, but also knocking many soldiers who couldn't dodge to the ground when they wanted to retreat, and then crushed them without hesitation, and the French ** team suddenly fell into chaos.

But all this was too late for the German soldiers on the front-line positions, and the French infantry was already approaching their positions.

In addition to inflicting some casualties on the opposing side, the blocking fire of the German artillery did not achieve the effect they wanted, and those shells did not even slow down the pace of the French ** team by a minute and a half.

Although the firepower of the German regimental artillery was strong, the French offensive formation, which was fully three kilometers wide, effectively dispersed the fire of the German artillery. For the German soldiers in the front-line positions, the support provided by the artillery can only be described as a drop in the bucket, basically as soon as a circle of French soldiers is blown up, that gap will be immediately filled by another group of French infantry. "Sir! Let's send out the reserves! It's too late to give up the front-line position! ”

Major Murray whispered to Dogan.

"Nope! It's not time to send out the reserves! First, move the second line up two platoons to the third row, which was the focus of the French attack. The commander of the third platoon is...... Warrant Officer Schmitt. ”

Dougan frowned as he looked at the French infantry group approaching this line, and the bruises on his forehead burst out, and everyone could see that the SS colonel was furious.

"Yes, sir, it's Warrant Officer Schmitt."

"If it were him, he would have been able to hold on for a while, and I believed in my own vision. The seventh and eighth platoons on the second line were immediately ordered to immediately support the positions of the third platoon. ”

"The order has been issued, and those two platoons are moving towards the three platoon positions."

"Look! What is that! ”

The operational staff officer, who was observing the front-line battle situation with a telescope, exclaimed loudly.

"It's the French Foreign Legion! It's the Foreign Legion! ”

The combat staff shouted.

Dogen hurriedly picked up his binoculars and looked towards the position, and he immediately found his target in the chaotic enemy camp. A large group of soldiers wearing white cylindrical military caps were speeding towards the German forward position, looking like a white battleship in a sea of blue-black steel helmets.

"Their goal is a three-row position on the front! Immediately order the ninth platoon on the second-line position to also join the support of the third-row position! How can there be a foreign legion! Damn it, it wasn't mentioned in the previous intelligence! ”

The green tendons on Dogen's head lifted a few more points.

The French Foreign Legion is not the kind of mercenary rabble in the eyes of ordinary people, this regiment with a history of more than 100 years is definitely one of the most elite legions in the French ** team.

Although his early reputation was not very good, he refused to apply in order to recruit enough soldiers, and as a result, a large number of exiled aristocrats or thrill-seekers, or smuggled immigrants and wanted criminals from abroad, joined the Foreign Legion.

The entire corps was flooded with various types of personnel, and the loyalty of the soldiers was incredibly low, and basically as soon as the battle began to be unfavorable to the corps, a large number of deserters were immediately produced, and sometimes the desertion rate reached 30 percent, which is unimaginable for other regular troops.

But after decades of development, the Foreign Legion has corrected his mistakes, and now his selection system is actually stricter than that of the French Army, and the soldiers selected are all of the best personal qualities.

Moreover, from the moment the soldiers entered the legion, they were constantly instilled with the idea of loyalty to the legion, and it is interesting that the oath of this French foreign legion is not "loyalty to France", but "loyalty to the foreign legion".

Their slogan is "The Legion is my home", and this pervasive loyalty education has created a force with incomparably strong cohesion, because all legionnaires are a family, and no one will abandon their families for their own lives, so the legion will never allow the comrades who abandon their legion to run away.

But this also produced a sequelae, a habit that led to the fact that the army would either win or be completely annihilated in battle.

In addition to this, they had a habit of being stupid in Dogen's opinion, and to prove their bravery, the soldiers refused to wear steel helmets, insisting on wearing the unprotected white yarkes that had become the hallmark of the Foreign Legion, no matter how fierce the fighting.

In any case, the French foreign army was definitely a formidable enemy, and their combat effectiveness was comparable to that of the Waffen-SS.

Dogen said worriedly to the operational staff officer: "Report this situation to the General Headquarters immediately." I hope the reinforcements can catch up with the ......"

"Grenade! Throw grenades! ”

Schmitt shouted loudly, and he picked up a grenade beside him that had unscrewed the tail cap, tugged on the fire rope with force, and then picked up his arm and threw out the grenade that was "spewing" and "spew" white smoke.

The French colonial soldiers had rushed to a distance of fifty meters from the German trenches, which was exactly the distance at which the grenade could exert its power. The German soldiers began to frantically drop bombs at the wall of people who were pressing against them.

Hand grenades were sometimes more terrible than machine guns for the infantry, and after the grenades exploded in the French infantry group, the German soldiers were surprised to find that the pace of the French ** team stopped for the first time.

But this lasted only a few seconds, and then the colonial soldiers began their frantic advance again.

At this moment, the only two machine guns in Schmitt's platoon, which had been like lawnmowers, stopped almost simultaneously.

Schmitt's heart suddenly cooled in half, and it turned out to be at the most critical moment now......

"Machine guns! Keep shooting! ”

Schmitt roared loudly.

"It's the limit, sir! It's to the limit! ”

The squad leader, Sergeant Krent, shouted from the machine gun bunker, and the machine gunners looked helplessly at the red-hot barrel, and then picked up the Mauser rifle next to them.

"Fight!"

Schmitt gritted his teeth and swept out the last of his mp38 cartridges at the French infantrymen, then threw the gun out of the holster at his waist and pulled out his luger.

"Grenades!"

Schmitt commanded loudly. When this platoon of grenades exploded in the camp of the French army, Schmitt gave another order.

"All platoon, get on the bayonet!"

By this time, the Waffen-SS men understood that their last moment had come, and without saying a word, the soldiers drew their bayonets from the edge of the trenches, inserted them into the bayonet base of the Mauser 98k, and then steadily held their rifles diagonally upward, the shiny bayonets shining with a dazzling cold light.

The soldiers looked coldly at the French colonial soldiers who were approaching them, and no one could find the slightest fear in their faces, only contempt for the enemy.

The Waffen-SS held their heads proudly and waited for the arrival of brutal hand-to-hand combat. They knew that they would die in hand-to-hand combat, but now none of them were nervous about the impending death, after all, death was inevitable for them, so it was better to die with pride than to die in fear, this is the best place for a Germanic warrior, at least they fulfilled their oath and fought for Germany to the last breath.

Author's notice: I have been waiting for a long time during this time, and I really can't help it, and I apologize to everyone. I'm still sick, I have to take a drip every day, I didn't expect this viral flu to be so difficult, the fever made me dizzy, although I have had this before, but this time is the most powerful, so I really can't write a book. I assure you that I will continue to update the VIP as soon as I get better. So please be a little patient with the brothers who support this book, and don't rush the manuscript in the book review section anymore, and that kind of cynical book review doesn't seem to be urging me but trying to rush my life. I don't think anyone who really likes this book and supports me will do it again. Finally, I salute those book friends who voted for my VIP vote, although I didn't have many votes this time, but I remember every vote they voted, thank you brothers and sisters. I didn't expect to write so much at once, I'm a little tired, hehe. The doctor said that it would take a few more days, and that I would start writing as soon as I got better, so don't worry.

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