At a time when the Wehrmacht Air Force had completely wiped out the air power of Charlemagne's front, Army Group B on the ground was sprinting towards the Maas River. After a night's rest, their morale was high, their equipment was overhauled in time, and the engineering unit with the bridging equipment that had been waiting for them was finally caught up. The Panzers decided to drive the remaining enemy troops on the north bank of the Maas River to the other side of the river in one fell swoop, and to take back all the rest time.

At this time, the effect of the "pause in advance" made by the General Staff last night became apparent, and the defenders on the front line from Bouillon to Saint-Mange and La Chapelle spent the night last night in the midst of the noise, and the fatigue caused by the prolonged period of high tension was eroding the mental and physical strength of the officers and men. Worse than this was the notice issued by the headquarters of the group army last night to all units, the frivolous tone, the bureaucratic attitude of turning a blind eye to the imminent invasion, and the contempt and insult to the soldiers who desperately brought back the information -- all of which succeeded in angering the officers and men who had fought with Army Group B on the front line, and also made many troops who had not yet made contact with the enemy army feel confused and confused, not knowing which side to believe. It was in this state of division, confusion, and exhaustion that the 2nd Army ushered in the offensive on the 12th of July.

"Shoot! Shoot! Don't let those infantry mongrels follow!"

The acting platoon commander, Sergeant Flavenny, kicked Private Paul hard in the ass, and then clinged to Paul's ear and roared:

"Are you blind?!Why are you fighting that Iron King! You're not holding an anti-tank rifle!!"

"Sorry, Sergeant!!"

The Private roared back in a louder voice—in this boiling hell, growling and sign language were the only means of communication available to Charlemagne's soldiers.

Paul was part of the 71st Infantry Division, and his infantry battalion was responsible for the defense of Saint-Mange, one of the few pre-war defenses in a village that had been seriously constructed, with a number of well-camouflaged pillboxes and some rare anti-tank weapons, such as anti-tank rifles and powerful anti-tank mines. As a model defensive position used to deceive superiors and cope with inspections, the fortifications of the village fully meet the standards, and even exceed them a little. Relying on such a position to cope with inspections, the 2nd Army was able to receive excellent evaluation and praise from the War Department after each inspection by a superior unit.

Now, it's the turn of the Alfheim Defence Force to test whether the village's fortifications are up to par with real ammunition.

Less than 5 minutes after the start of the battle, the 88mm tank gun of the Tiger tank taught the Charlemagnes with bloody facts that 50~60mm thick cement may be a hard bone to gnaw on low muzzle velocity guns such as front-loading smoothbore guns or Dahlgren rifled guns, but in front of the 88 guns, it is the level of a piece of paper, and if it encounters the 105mm tank gun of the Bolsher Tiger type, it is not even a piece of paper. Sergeant Flaveni saw with his own eyes how a salvo gun group hiding in the bunker was caught in the soul with a single shot, a flash of light drew a straight line in the air, and a scream similar to a copper whistle sank into the inclination cement layer above the firing port, and then the flames erupted from all the holes and cracks in the bunker, and the entire bunker immediately turned into an erupting pillar of fire, and Charlemagne's officers and soldiers who witnessed the scene were stunned, until three or four seconds later, mixed with blood, flesh, The red rain of rubble fell on their heads, and the soldiers shrank back into the bomb holes screaming, crouching in the damp pits filled with foul smells with their single-shot rifles in their arms.

Some officers tried to restore order by dragging soldiers out of their shelters, kicking them with leather shoes, whipping them with whips, and even firing guns into the air in order to force them back to their posts - in the chaos of the battlefield, simple and crude violence is always more effective than mental mobilization in order to get the mentally affected soldiers back into a state of state and maintain the military discipline and morale that have shown signs of vacillation.

The officers did nothing wrong, and the Defence Force would do the same.

Just making this kind of action that clearly marks the class difference is equivalent to giving the sniper a clear target.

This is how the platoon leader of Sergeant Flavenny's platoon was knocked out, when a few of the recruits in the platoon seemed to be stupefied by the shelling, and scurried around the trench with their ears covered. The angry platoon commander grabbed the two poor ghosts by the collars, opened his bow left and right, and after slapping him more than a dozen times, the platoon commander roared angrily in a voice that could be heard throughout the battlefield:

"Panic what! They can't even hit an elephant at this distance!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a 7.92mm sniper bullet drilled into the back of the platoon commander's head, ripped off his skull and flew out of his forehead, bursting out of blood and brains that sprayed the recruit's face, scaring the child crazy. I saw him screaming and crying as he crawled out of the trench and ran backwards, only to run a few steps before he was knocked to the ground by a shuttle bullet.

With a vivid case, no one dared to raise their heads above the surface, and the deputy platoon commander, who was acting as a platoon commander, used a periscope to monitor every move outside the trench, and at the same time prepared the soldiers in the trench to counter the tank.

As mentioned earlier, due to the constraints of resources and technology, it is difficult for Charlemagne to develop anti-tank weapons to penetrate the frontal armor of Wehrmacht vehicles, and the survival rate of users is almost zero in terms of how they are used and the results. To be honest, the rags are not so much anti-tank weapons as suicide weapons, and using the pile of rags to attack the Wehrmacht tanks is similar to the suicide method that the Japanese use to self-dissect and display their internal organs, and it also saves the tedious process and the wrong person.

Charlemagne's ranks, soldiers, and the upper echelons did not want to see this kind of garbage, which could not be used to cause harm to the enemy, except for suicide, and the soldiers hated senseless suicide, and the officers could not accept that their own side unilaterally suffered losses, and that the enemy vehicles were only blackened or scraped off a layer of paint. So a bunch of "non-nationals", "bastards who ignore the suffering of the soldiers", and "widow makers" were clasped on the heads of Charlemagne's military technicians, so that for a while these people did not dare to say what they were doing when they went out, lest they go out cleanly, and when they come back, not only will their noses and faces be swollen, their clothes will be ragged, but they will also be covered with spit, rotten eggs, and rotten leaves.

Military technicians are actually quite aggrieved, and engaging in scientific research is not a seppuku, just take a knife and stab it hard in the stomach, and then draw a cross. Military scientific research is originally a highly rigorous and complex technology research and development system, which relies on the accumulation of cultural heritage and accumulation, rather than a genius who can advance by leaps and bounds overnight. You must know that without enough technical reserves, even if he gets all the weapon design drawings from Alfheim, Charlemagne will not be able to build an anti-tank cannon, let alone create a torrent of steel to scare back the animal legion on the other side.

Metallurgy, Materials, Finishing Technology, Chemical Industry, Optics, Electronics, System Synthesis, Ergonomics...... Any one of them is enough to make the top scholars and technicians of the two camps of humans and orcs toss for a lifetime, and they can't make any progress. Not to mention that all projects break through and then integrate them – it's beyond what they can understand and imagine.

The development of science and technology is such a rigorous and meticulous road map, whether it is sighing, complaining, or unwilling, people can only accumulate and move forward step by step.

In the absence of technological catch-up, people can only use tactics and flesh to fill the huge gap.

For example, if it is impossible to penetrate the armor of an enemy vehicle from the front, what about the flanks, tops, and bottoms? Can you let the demon or soldier get under the vehicle or jump onto the engine grille, and then destroy the vehicle with bombs? If it is difficult to rush under the vehicle, can you strike a fatal blow from the bottom when the vehicle crosses a trench or foxhole?

Sergeant Flaveni and the other soldiers were not very fond of this tactic, knowing that the ghost animals rarely let the chariot move alone, especially when passing through dangerous areas such as trenches, foxholes, fortified areas, etc., the chariot will be accompanied by infantry, which is responsible for protecting the vehicle from the threat of enemy anti-tank infantry, using small arms to suppress or eliminate the discovered anti-tank team, and the chariot is responsible for destroying fixed fire points that pose a serious threat to your own infantry. The two cooperate with each other, and it is actually difficult for the infantry alone to have a chance to get close to the chariot, even if they are squatting in the trenches, they have to face the suppression and suppression of the enemy infantry. But in the face of the rolling iron flow on the opposite side, they had no better choice.

Destruction, or dragging the enemy to destroy together.

Charlemagne's warriors were faced with such brutal multiple-choice questions.