Battle of the Third Reich

"Remember, wait for the enemy infantry to approach before firing. Listen to my command! Focus on destroying the French infantry. Don’t aim at the armored vehicles. You can’t shoot through them. Doing so can only waste your ammunition. Give them to the artillery to clean up. , Our goal is infantry. Have you all heard clearly?"

Lieutenant Commander Schmidt stood in the trench and shouted loudly at his men.

The SS third-level squad leader wears a polished black 35-type steel helmet, and the magnetically ss SS logo on both sides of the helmet is more dazzling against the hazy sky.

Sturdy gray-green military uniforms, rock gray breeches, and black officer's high riding boots that can reflect the silhouette. A full set of officer equipment hangs on the standard armed belt, from the pistol holster to the map bag, all leather products are shining with grease.

The exquisite silver assault infantry combat badge and black war wound badge worn under the mouth of the left chest pocket prove the master's bravery, and the dazzling second-level iron cross medal represents the superior's affirmation of the warrant officer's ability.

The current appearance of the SS officer makes him feel as if he is not participating in a battle but more like preparing for a military parade.

The Warrant Officer's men have long been accustomed to the dress of Chief Schmitt. This brave officer has always participated in this battle, and has no fear that he will be the target of a French top shooter. According to his own words, the bullet that could kill him has not yet been produced from the enemy production line.

Warrant Schmidt is actually inspiring the morale of his subordinates in this special way. Although it looks a bit out of sync with the atmosphere of the battlefield, it is indeed very effective. Even in the most critical moment, as long as the soldiers can see his prominent figure, everything will be back on track.

"Listen clearly, sir!"

The soldiers answered noisily.

They have made their final preparations, and are waiting for the enemy to attack themselves.

The machine gunners squatted in their bunkers and calmly observed the movements on the opponent's position. The 250-shot chain had been hung on the mg34 case and the bullet had been loaded. Now, as long as the shooter's finger moves lightly, he can finish the tape in less than ten seconds. 7. 92mm bullets will pour like a storm on all targets in his range, and God bless those poor enemies.

The infantry soldiers are also waiting for it. The neat code of the 39-type grenade that has unscrewed the back cover is placed on everyone's hands, so that the soldiers can get them when they need to use them.

Most of the soldiers here have accumulated rich combat experience from the pre-stage battle of the first mechanized division of the SS.

Every soldier opened the flip of his magazine bag. In the past, when the machine gun broke down, the infantrymen were unable to get the bullets to be penetrated by the enemy. It was too late to open the magazine bag and was killed by the other party. A very stupid way of death.

The noncommissioned officers walked back and forth in the trench with mp38 on their backs. They patted the shoulders of the soldiers in their classes from time to time to encourage them, correcting the small mistakes made by some nervous recruits, because now even the smallest mistakes It may kill the guy in the upcoming battle.

"Concealed, artillery attack!"

The position duty officer shouted loudly, and with a dull whistling sound, several huge fireballs were raised in the trenches.

When the shells exploded, the violent blast and air pressure could tear the soldier's eardrum and shock the internal organs of soldiers who had no experience in gun defense. Immediately after the explosion, the shock wave carried countless pieces of steel and swept through the entire position like a storm, blowing away all objects that were not fixed on the ground, and plunging dozens of pieces of French made on the chest wall of each bunker that was within the scope of the killing. Metal.

The French bombardment did not achieve the effect they wanted. No single shell hit the trench directly. The German soldiers squatted in the trench with training, covering their ears with both hands and opening their mouths to ease the explosion sound waves and air pressure. The damage they caused was not caused by Captain Schmidt's men.

The French gunners fired three rounds of artillery at Schmitt’s position in ten minutes, but they did not get any substantial results except for the destruction of a small ammunition pile and two simple toilets. When the smoke from the shelling was still floating on the position, a sharp whistle sounded on the French position, and the French team began their official attack.

"Enter the position!"

The sergeants screamed loudly, and the soldiers quickly stood up from the trenches. They shook their heads with a little stun and set up their weapons.

"Wait for my order!"

Schmitt reaffirmed his order loudly, and then took the field call from the signal soldier.

"Sir, the French have attacked. Please be assured that my people and I will stand firm. Yes, I will report to you at any time."

Putting down the phone in his hand, Schmidt took out the pistol from the holster, and then carried the Rugyan standing on the side of the trench and took a telescope to the front of the position with one hand.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the warrant officer is now so handsome that the German officials should be so handsome, fearless, and full of heroism.

"The French attacked and they dispatched the tank!"

The lookout outside the command post shouted loudly, and Dogan quickly interrupted the discussion with the staff. He stood up and walked to the front of the observation window, looking at the front of the position with the telescope.

"Unbelievable, really incredible!"

Daogen murmured that he was stunned by the sight he saw.

The French attacked, and it was a real large-scale attack. The dense French tanks continued to emerge from the French position, and the roar of the engine could clearly pass into Dougan's ears at such a distance. The steel monsters roared and hobbled towards the German position. The exhaust gas from the exhaust pipe filled the whole formation like a blue mist.

"There are at least a hundred tanks there!" Dougan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The French tank clusters covered the entire frontal position, and Dougan had never seen such a large armored cluster in battle at the same time.

Hundreds of tanks were lined up in a neat formation, and the front of the impact was two kilometers wide. This made all German officials and soldiers who saw this scene surprised and speechless.

The German soldiers stood in the trench and stared dumbstruckly at the spectacular sight in front of them. The shock of the sight in front of them almost made them forget that they were in battle, and the neatly arranged tanks were In order to break through their positions, their lives came.

"The French are crazy!" Dogen said, gritting his teeth: "They are really crazy!"

Dougan turned and walked to the table, and he lifted the handset.

"Sir, I started here, the French started to attack me! They are desperate! Yes, hundreds of tanks, their infantry should follow those tanks. I asked the artillery of the division to block the shot, yes, I understand. Are the wings also under the same attack? How could the French have so many tanks... I understand, okay, please rest assured, I will not have problems here.

Sorry, sir, I was a little surprised, you know what they are using. . . . Oh, you have got the report, yes, I was taken aback and reminded me of the Battle of Maas that I participated in. Then I will report any situation immediately. Goodbye, sir. "

Dougan put down the phone, he went to the observation window and continued to pick up the telescope.

"Staff! Immediately issue an order to all troops and fight back with all their strength. We cannot allow any French to break through our position." Dougan Shensheng said.

"Observe, sir."

"It's all Renault ft17, sir, all of that old-fashioned Renault tank. I really didn't expect the French to attack with this kind of thing." The intelligence chief said with the telescope in his hand, shaking his head.

"It reminds me of the last war, and I still can't forget it. The appearance of this tank assaulting our position, I still echo the helpless screams of those comrades under this tank machine gun. "" Dogen said with a look on his face.

"But for us now, this kind of thing can only be a good target, sir." The intelligence chief laughed aside.

"Yes, it's time for us to take revenge. The last time we failed to teach them well, this time we have to completely destroy them. Order "Fenris" to start blocking the shooting, don't put a broken thing like this back!"

The French Renault ft17 tank continued to stagger forward, saying that it was a breakthrough, in fact, its speed is not much faster than walking.

This small tank produced in 1917 finally caught up with the last few months of World War I. It was recorded in history as the world's first tank with a rotating turret.

However, it was not as perfect as the French boasted. It was only because the French soldiers drove it to greet the final victory of the war, which earned it a huge honor, so its shortcomings were masked by the circle of honor. stand up.

In fact, this tank was outdated ten years ago, but I don’t know why the French continue to manufacture it. As a light tank, its output has reached more than 3,000 vehicles, and the army of more than a dozen countries is equipped. This vintage armored vehicle.

Just before the outbreak of this war, there were more than 1,000 Renault ft17s in the French ** team. The strange thing is that the German Army has rarely encountered such tanks until now, and even the captives have encountered only about 200 vehicles at most.

The staff is wondering where the equipment is hiding, and now it seems that the answer is finally found. Due to the large amount of advanced technical weapons consumed in the previous stage, the French had to gather these old tanks to form a reserve army.

This tank is a pile of scrap iron in front of the modern German army. Its front armor is only 22 mm thick, and the weakest part of the armor is only 6 mm thick.

Like many contemporary tanks, the body of this tank is riveted by rivets, and the defense ability is discounted a bit.

An oversized driving wheel and eight small load wheels as well as a small inducement formed an action mechanism that can no longer meet the needs of modern warfare. The backward elastic suspension system and the low-power engine make it have a top speed of only ten kilometers per hour, and in the current off-road situation, it can't even run at five kilometers per hour.

And its weapon is a 37mm short-barreled artillery, which has very limited power, not to mention that most of the tanks do not even have this small gun, only a 8mm machine gun made in France, which means that it is entering Germany The Army's anti-tank firepower will have a long distance without any counterattack.

Now this old tank with thin armor and no deterrent weapons is slowly advancing on foot in front of the German position, which is completely suicide.

This is where Dougan will be surprised. In his eyes, using this tank to attack a position with intact anti-tank power, even if the amount of investment is large, it is at most a spectacular suicide scene.

"Sir, we should order the 37mm anti-tank gun to be ready to shoot, and fire as soon as the French tank enters the range."

The combat staff spoke aside.

"We have a limited number of "Fenris". Even if a gun can destroy a tank of that kind, we cannot destroy all of their tanks before they approach our position.

Their follow-up tanks will make up for the position of the destroyed tank, depending on the number they will be able to rush into our position sooner or later. As long as that kind of thing breaks through our position, even the old-fashioned equipment is still a weapon of killing, even if only an 8 mm machine gun is enough to bring a disaster to our infantry. "

"It seems that the French want this kind of result. This is the tactic they use, relying on quantity to make up for the gap in equipment.

It was really like going back to the past, just like they did in Verdun, they also wanted to rely on this purely expendable tactics to break through our position. This time, but this time they replaced the soldiers in the mountains and replaced them with tanks.

They are using soldiers' lives in exchange for distance, which is a terrifying tactic. If we are an ordinary armored force, their tactics may really succeed.

It is a pity that they met us, and they did not know that we had "Fenris". Coupled with the anti-tank firepower we have, they can never break our position head-on. "

Dougan turned his attention to the position on the side of the command post. He was pleased to see that the twenty "Fenris" tank sniper guns were slowly entering the long-established firing positions for them.

The soldiers are skilled in turning the French tanks in front of the position with a huge barrel, and with a loud deafening roar, the head of the demon wolf launched its enemies to the swarming enemies since its birth. The first salvo.