When the steel torrent of the defense army started to rush to the banks of the Maas River again, Charlemagne's side did not sleep idlely, and almost at the same time as the charioteers started their cars, the flying beast reconnaissance unit under the command of Charlemagne's front-line troops in the entire Ardennes area was also ready to take off.

As mentioned earlier, Charlemagne's front and rear are completely two worlds, and the rear command level, which is completely divorced from reality and has a "supplementary offensive" in its mind, will never waste energy and time in planning and arranging aerial reconnaissance of the defense forces. How can these bastard bureaucrats, who are full of thoughts of peace and security, not having trouble, and prohibiting troublemaking, cause more losses to the troops and add a stain on their own resumes for the sake of "a little thing"? The reconnaissance work of the defense forces is completely carried out by the front-line troops themselves.

Only the front-line troops who are facing the pressure of the defense forces will not believe the above set of nonsense that "the enemy's actions are nothing more than auxiliary offensives" and "rash actions are playing into the hands of the enemy." Pin your head to the waistband of your trousers and fight hard with the Iron King, but they, when the front line is saying cold words that are not painful, do you dare to go to the front line trench and squat for an hour, and see if the crazy attack of dozens or hundreds of Iron King Eight while shooting frantically and rushing towards you at full speed is the "auxiliary offensive" they say?

If the boss is unreliable, the people below can only work their own. For the sake of their families in the rear, for their comrades-in-arms, and for the motherland, the Flying Beast Knights resolutely volunteered to carry out this mission on the premise that most of them knew that most of the missions would not return, and even if they were lucky enough to escape, they would be sent to the military court due to unauthorized attacks, just to provide their comrades-in-arms with even a minute of early warning. Due to the large number of volunteers, in order to leave some seeds for the troops, they finally had to use the method of drawing lots, so that some old birds and rookies with imperfect skills were left behind. In a solemn salute of reverence and solemnity by the robes, the men and their mounts, determined to die, rose into the air in the morning sun6.

If this scene had lasted a few more minutes, even for more than ten seconds, perhaps the tragic atmosphere would have been maintained from beginning to end. But the vultures of the Guard, who were in a hurry to brush up on their achievements, did not even have the slightest patience, and the griffins and Manticol had only left the ground a few dozen meters before the Grim Reaper swooped down overhead with a scream.

Like the death-minded Charlemagne Beast Knights, the Defence Air Force officers and men also attacked with some determination, but they had little interest in sending them to death, and they came purely to vent their anger and revenge.

You read that right, it is revenge, or a personal vendetta in the communiqué.

Compared with the rapid advance of the ground forces, the performance of the main forces of the air force in coordination with the offensive of Army Group B is somewhat pale. Their performance is not strictly bad, and the task of the Air Force in the past 48 hours can be described as extremely heavy. In addition to basic aerial reconnaissance, battlefield shelter, and tactical support, it is also necessary to undertake additional tasks such as transporting personnel and equipment, clearing out remnants of the enemy, and controlling comprehensive information on the battlefield. To a certain extent, the Air Force at this stage took over the work of the 6th Army Aviation Corps, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was so busy that it hit the back of the head (the Luftwaffe in the Nazi era had a similar situation, and it can be said that this is a common problem of all tactical air forces).

With so many people and many and heavy tasks, it is easy to make mistakes at this time. Charlemagne's several successful aerial reconnaissance on the 11th of the month coincided with the most chaotic time of his opponents, so that he could bring back extremely important information. Otherwise, with their sporadic reconnaissance without any coordination, let alone flying back, it would be a miracle to survive to the ground forces of the Defense Army.

In the chaotic situation at the time, mistakes were inevitable. But it was these few pieces of critical information that almost changed the entire tide of the war. If it weren't for the fact that the imbecile bureaucrats in the fortress didn't pay attention to it at all, and even refused to face up to the authenticity of the information, even a third-rate unit like the 2nd Army would have been able to sabotage roads and facilities along the way, and even if the entire air force was dragged out by a thousand cuts, it would not be enough to thank the people.

For a time, the general staff was full of excitement, and the more polite and mainstream ones were scolding "what the hell is the Air Force doing!" and the less mainstream and less polite ones directly buttoned up big hats such as "red deer" and "national thief." The meanest thing is the No. 6 Navy, and these fourth-class Ma Run have long been unpleasant to the second master of the Air Force, and now that the second master has fallen into the well, don't they hurry up and smash a few grenades into it to be worthy of the resentment they suffered in the past?

In fact, the General Staff knows that the Air Force cannot be blamed entirely for this incident, because after all, it is the General Staff itself that has given the Air Force such a heavy task, and it is a bit unreasonable to blame the Air Force if something happens, and it is also suspected of shirking responsibility. But when everyone is in a hurry, someone has to come out and let everyone be angry, right? Since the matter is in the hands of the Air Force, the Air Force can only consider itself unlucky.

Finally, the matter has come out, and it is useless to hang the air force generals one by one on the gallows and swing, and everyone turns around and goes to remedial work after scolding. After that, it was finally blessed by the mother goddess, the dictator was wise, and everything was back on track, and the big guy was relieved. However, with the previous pimple, everyone is staring at the Air Force, and if something goes wrong this time, it will not be solved by scolding twice.

The Air Force knows this, and they are also eager to wash away the shame on their bodies with their achievements. At this time, the vanguard force had already passed through the Ardennes region, and the air force could already offload some of the tasks of transportation and battlefield shelter, and free up their hands to clean up the Charlemagne, who did not know the height of the sky.

As early as the early hours of the morning, the defense forces locked on to the garrison of Charlemagne's Flying Beasts through the radars of large warships and observation aircraft, and mastered the Charlemagne's plan through aerial directional sound collection equipment and observation troop movements.

The timing and location of the appearance of the defenders were carefully calculated, at this time, Charlemagne's flying beast troops did not notice the enemy lurking in the clouds at all, and the flying beasts that were taking off were mostly for the reconnaissance configuration of carrying detection equipment and quick evacuation, and the eyes of the flying beast knights were staring at the sky in the direction of the Ardennes, and they were powerless in the face of the barrage strafing from the sky. A single barrage of bullet fire hunted all the beast riders in the air, and then tons of death swooped down on the lambs on the ground.

If you run away, you will be shot;

Resistance will be shot;

Hiding will be shot;

Even kneeling and crying and praying to the gods and begging for salvation would be torn to shreds by the 75mm machine gun.

There is no forgiveness, no mercy, no salvation.

Only the killing is everywhere and everywhere, the death of scavenging birds that hover around the corpse.

God does not save people.

When a second wave of attack planes arrived, aiming at the scene that had already been reduced to a sea of fire, and then replenishing the bombardment with another wave of cluster bombs, Charlemagne's golden fleur-de-lis flag completely disappeared from the sky of the Ardennes.

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