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A German infantryman who wanted to cross the street and rush to the opposite side was hit by a bullet. His body fell to the side of the road with a tremor. His body was slightly twisted by the shoulder on the side of the road. Don't move.

Just a short distance away, two German soldiers with their rifles shot at their targets violently. They are attacking a position where the French are stationed, which is a three-storey old building.

A shell shouted across the roof and exploded not far away, bringing a thick black smoke, a huge explosion was deafening, and spattered rubble and gravel were everywhere, two hundred meters away The violent vibration can be felt everywhere.

Shock waves and loud sounds shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings and dropped to the ground, and the building closest to the cannonball collapsed in an instant.

"Machine gun team! Set up here! Shoot at the building over there to cover the infantry approaching there! Quick!" A German infantry platoon leader leaned against the wall of the building and commanded loudly to the soldiers behind. His accent is a little hoarse, and it seems that the days of fighting have brought him a little tiredness.

In the room behind him, a German machine gun was quickly erected under the busyness of the machine gun team. Through the curtains, the muzzle of the black hole protruded out of the window and aimed at the French position. They were waiting for the order of the platoon leader. , Just wait for a command to pull the trigger to suppress the firepower of the French army.

The bullet hit the long platoon's feet and splashed a gray smoke. He seemed to turn a blind eye and bent over a piece of rubble to urge his troops to advance quickly: "Left and right! Left and right! Move apart! Pay attention to the French firepower, anti-tank team, come to me! Quick!"

A bullet hit the wall on one side of him, leaving a deep bullet hole less than twenty centimeters from his ear. He crouched down, waiting for the bazooka team to run up, and patted their shoulders And put his face in their ears and shouted loudly: "Did you see the building over there? The French defenders there are stubbornly resisting and sending a cannonball there, I want them to shut up!"

The soldier carrying the bazooka nodded, indicating that he had heard the order clearly. The ammunition loader behind him thrust a rocket into the barrel of the bazooka and then knocked on the anti-tank helmet.

The platoon leader saw that they were ready, so he ordered loudly: "Three, two, one! Fire cover!" After he finished, he took a step forward and took the g43 rifle to the second building. Lou's continually sprayed window with fire tongues burned out all the bullets in his magazine.

The machine gun that had been ambushed for a long time also roared, spraying a tongue of fire with a tracer and swept toward the French position, where a white smoke rolled up, letting people know that they must have been shot badly on the opposite side.

The German infantry on both sides picked up the weapon in their hands and shot at them violently. The bullets were densely beaten in the building defended by the French team. The advantage of the German firepower was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Soon there was no sound from the French machine gun position, and some rifles covering the shooting were also disappeared.

The anti-tank man carrying the iron fist anti-tank bazooka knelt down on the ground, leaned out and aimed at his target, a thick smoke squirted from the rear of the bazooka, and a rocket flew to his target quickly, followed by a violent The sound of the explosion came, and the window with the French Hatch Case heavy machine gun could no longer be seen because of the explosion smoke, but the gunfire in this area seemed to stop with this explosion!

"God! We surrender! Don't shoot! We surrender!" On the French position, a voice shouted awkwardly in German.

"Hold your hands up! Let's see that you don't have a weapon in your hand! Then come over!" A German soldier replied loudly in French against the wall.

"Don't shoot! We came out! We have no ammunition! Don't fire!" The Frenchman still shouted in German, and then a haggard French soldier came out of the ruins. He raised his hands high and then put The gun was dropped on the rubble on the side, and came out carefully.

He also held a white handkerchief in his hand, his neck shrunk in his coat, his body was covered with dust, and many parts of his leather boots were worn out. He wears a broad-covered rain helmet that looks a bit like an ancient armor, and his eyes are full of fear and prayer.

"Medical soldiers!" A German soldier yelled and lay on the ground not far away. A few minutes before the end of the battle, he was hit in the thigh by a bullet and fell to the center of the road, covering his injured The place is waiting for help.

Two German soldiers stepped forward with their rifles on their backs, crouched down beside him, one helped to deal with the wound, while the other just looked around with vigilance. About thirty seconds later, the two soldiers carrying the medicine box hurried over and began to rescue the wounded German infantry here.

One French soldier after another walked out of the ruins, and they all piled up a hill of guns wherever they dropped them. Approximately one battalion of French soldiers raised the white flag. These French soldiers sat down in frustration and watched by a dozen German soldiers holding cigarettes.

The French soldiers held their heads in both hands and watched two German medical soldiers not far away rescue the infantry wounded by someone among them. They were enemies a few minutes ago, and now some people are screaming with wounds, some are crouching in humiliation as captives here. On another street a few hundred meters away, the fighting continued.

The Germans began to use the defensive line of the surrendered French team to go back to the stubborn French side, and the two sides were furiously fighting between several buildings. A concealed machine gun position in the French army caused a lot of casualties to the Germans. Almost five German soldiers fell on the road of the charge.

But with the g42 machine gun's peculiar tearing of linen, the German courage returned again. The super-high-speed g42 machine gun easily suppressed the French machine gun position. The German grenadier began to intersect the two wings, and soon approached the throwing distance of the grenade-so unkindly, several grenades patronized at the same time French machine gun positions, after a burst of smoke, there is nothing to stop these German soldiers shouting long lived forward.

This is a Shura field, here is the fast lane to hell. Every life becomes small here, every breath is precious here. The burning of the fire and the burial of the rubble, every soldier who can survive here is the elite of the elite, and living here for an hour will be more thrilling than living for a lifetime.

This is the most realistic battlefield. There is no madman in the TV series shouting to encourage his comrades to charge. There is no imaginary attack and defense scene. The middle will cry and scream, how ugly it is to bend down with your legs and legs while running. But here, it is indeed a battlefield, a real battlefield.

Unlike the German armored forces that assaulted a thousand miles a day, the German infantry was responsible for encircling and annihilating the enemy armies surrounded by the armored forces. Their mission was often to capture the targets that were stationed by the enemy troops on complex terrain.

These soldiers lacked the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, lacked the firepower support of the Air Force, and paid a heavy price for each step forward, but they still completed all the tasks assigned to them by the military.

They used their own actual actions to prove that the German Army is not only an armored force that is world-class. They used their own sacrifices to win the respect of all German generals.

Whether on a muddy country road, or in the ruins of the city, whether in the vast forest, or between the mountains beyond the border, the German infantry proved to the world with gritty perseverance The strength of his "first army in the world".

The French team, which lacked ammunition and supplies, surrendered after 3 hours, and the scale of this surrender was unprecedentedly strong-a French elite infantry division stationed here surrendered to the 7th Infantry Division of the Germans, about 8,000 French The soldier laid down his weapon.

In the afternoon, the nearby French soldiers surrendered one after another. Apart from a small number of them still resisting, these French soldiers gathered in groups of three or five to share some unpalatable food from the Germans. . But there was no expression of the defeated on their faces, because of hunger and lack of ammunition, they showed a very optimistic attitude towards being able to eat a full meal after surrender.

Colonel Friedrich received a flag symbolizing the honor of a troop from a French major general. He heard in the suburban headquarters that the French troops who were resisting his advance had finally surrendered. A few minutes ago Leading his chief of staff and guards drove into the small town with gunshots.

German field reporters surrounded the victorious German colonel commander. He wore a long coat and the coat was not neat. There were various pieces hanging on Frederick's chest, making his appearance look no different from a grocery vendor.

He was carrying a pistol and an armed belt, carrying a large leather bag with a map, and a telescope on his chest. This dress made him look funny, but he had a tired and excited smile on his face.

The French official who handed over his army's flag was full of frustration.

German journalists certainly won't miss such a wonderful moment. They immediately pressed the shutter, and the spotlight "bang" sounded, recording this moment of contrast.