Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After destroying the Stalker destroyer, which posed the greatest threat to itself, the French tank increased its accelerator and rushed toward the German position with great force.

It's just that these French tankers who were too complacent did not notice that they had lost the infantry behind them. After all, they are not afraid of bullets while hiding in the Iron Bastard, but the infantry outside are still made of flesh and blood. No matter how brave and fearless they are, they cannot withstand the power of bullets.

The bullets penetrated their bodies and tore their limbs; the more unlucky ones were hit by several bullets in an instant and fell down covered in blood and flesh.

In this way, the infantry gradually fell behind the tanks. When the tank troops rushed less than a hundred meters away from the German position, they were greeted by a swarm of Iron Fist rockets.

"Infantry-tank coordinated operations" simply means that tanks need the cover of infantry to avoid the threat of anti-tank weapons, while infantry needs tanks to deal with enemy tanks, firepower points and other problems that infantry cannot solve. If these infantrymen follow the tanks closely, the German Iron Fist rocket shooters will pay double the price.

Now without infantry cover, the French tanks could be said to have lost sight of one thing. Although the tank machine guns were firing desperately, violent explosions still occurred one after another. The turrets of several tanks were even thrown several meters high and were severely smashed. Falling. The billowing black smoke from the burning tank wreckage covered most of the nearby sky. The originally dark sky now became even gloomier because of the thick smoke.

Such a tragic explosion also caused the attacking French soldiers to recover from their bravery and began to hesitate, not knowing whether to continue the risk-taking attack or to retreat safely.

They hesitated, but the Germans did not. A storm of bullets swept across the entire French offensive line, knocking them off their feet.

Finally, the French soldiers began to retreat, leaving behind the hundreds of corpses of their own people lying on the ground, and returned to the starting point in embarrassment, carrying their own weapons.

David couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax. "Check ammunition! Count the wounded! Watch out for enemy shelling!"

From this count, he found that they had suffered nearly one-third casualties in the two rounds of enemy attacks. Although they had eliminated several times their number of enemies, the situation was not optimistic. "Signal Corps, Signal Corps!" He shouted several times but received no response. Only then did he notice that a cannonball had hit the foxhole of the Signal Corps not far away, and the man and radio were blown to pieces. It was quite bloody. .

"Unlucky boy." David sighed helplessly. Since ancient times, swords and swords have no eyes when they go to the battlefield. As long as they are on the battlefield, except for those who have skills to protect themselves, the rest are basically fighting to the death. Not that brave people are necessarily safe, unlucky people can easily be hit by bullets.

No matter what you do here, you may be hit and die in the next second. Even if you don't do anything, even if you squat obediently in the foxhole, it's the same. Charge bravely and fearlessly with weapons in hand, weaving through the enemy's hail of bullets. The enemy may fire 1,000 bullets at you, but they just can't hit you. There are also cowards hiding in the trenches, covering their ears and crying, but they are suddenly blown up by a flying artillery shell, and even the bones are nowhere to be found.

The radio station was gone, so David could only send liaison soldiers back to ask for reinforcements.

"Bombardment!"

Hundreds of French soldiers still fell in front of the German position, wailing and shouting, and a new round of shelling covered them. This time it is still an 81mm Brandt mortar. This is good news, indicating that the French army's heavy artillery is not yet in place.

After another ten minutes of routine artillery fire, the sharp whistle sounded through the position again, and the German soldiers felt that the ground began to tremble slightly again.

"!!" David couldn't help but frowned. The wreckage and thick smoke in front of the positions obscured his sight, but he was sure that the rumble coming from the opposite side was definitely the roar of the tank engine. "Ready to fight!"

Although the order was issued, the German army could not see where the French army had advanced due to the obstruction of the wreckage and thick smoke. David once again ordered the Iron Fist rocket launchers to move to the front, and ordered all the remaining 20 machine guns to prepare to fire.

The current situation is that although the burning tank wreckage blocks the German army's sight, it also hinders the French army's attack. The burning flames can not only stop the infantry from advancing, but also hinder the tank troops. After all, their tanks are fueled by gasoline. No one dares to walk through the burning flames in a big way. If the engine is accidentally ignited, wouldn't it be a disaster for yourself? Prepared for cremation.

They wanted to go around from both sides, but as soon as they showed up, they were hit by the Iron Fist rockets that had been waiting for a long time and turned into another roadblock.

As a result, the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

"That's not bad." David hoped that the stalemate could continue like this. After all, the longer it was delayed, the better it would be for them.

But it was a bit boring to stay like this, so he found a soldier who knew French and asked him to shout to the other side. "Listen to the French brothers on the opposite side. Our large army is about to cross the river. By then, you will be the turtle in the urn, and you will only be wiped out! Now I give you a good opportunity, put down the guns in your hands, and surrender obediently! I The army treats prisoners preferentially. It won't be long before you can go home safely and reunite with your family! This opportunity is not to be missed, and it will never come back. You must seize it!"

A series of curses came from the opposite side, and a few German soldiers here who knew French also cursed back fiercely; just as the two sides were cursing fiercely, the whistling sound of falling artillery shells sounded again in the sky.

"Bombardment! Concealment!"

As soon as David retreated into his foxhole, the shells fell.

But the strange thing is that these shells did not fall on their position, but fell not far in front of the position.

David poked his head out in confusion and saw several artillery shells falling next to the wreckage of tanks that were emitting billowing black smoke.

"What are the French doing??" Do they have too many shells to waste? Or is there something wrong with the mortar operator's eyes?

But the few shells just now were obviously used for calibration. A few seconds later, countless shells landed among the wreckage of the French tanks, and dozens of huge fireballs exploded.

Soon David discovered that something was wrong. Some shells hit the burning wreckage and exploded violently. The burning flames were instantly extinguished in the shock wave generated by the explosion, and the thick smoke was also blown away.

"This is not good!" David reacted instantly, understood the Frenchman's intention, and hurriedly shouted loudly. "Ready to fight!"

The French's indiscriminate bombardment really had an effect. The flames and thick smoke were gradually blown away by the shock wave of the explosion. The tanks slowly pressed toward the German position under the cover of densely packed French soldiers.

Because the barrier formed by the thick smoke was gone, David ordered to open fire when the French army advanced to a distance of 500 meters from the position. "Hit the infantry first to let the tanks get closer!"