Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

David's heart skipped a beat as he observed the forces on the opposite side with a telescope. "B1 heavy tank?" The French army attacking on the opposite side was led by two B1 heavy tanks.

Weren't all the B1 heavy tanks destroyed in the first round of attack? Why else? Could it be that their reinforcements have arrived? David hurriedly scanned the entire offensive line, but did not see any other B1 heavy tanks.

"What's the situation?" David was a little confused at this moment. If the reinforcements from the French army arrived, they wouldn't just reinforce these two B1 heavy tanks. What he didn't know was that the two B1 heavy tanks broke down on the way here. It took me a long time to catch up and participate in the third round of attack.

In any case, the French army's third round of attack began. It may be that the failure of the first two rounds left a big shadow on them. Before this attack reached a distance of 400 meters, the French tanks began to attack the German position. Suppressive shooting.

But forget about the machine gun fire, their tank guns were not idle, and kept pouring out shells.

However, the existing tanks do not have the ability to stably shoot while traveling. In addition, the skills of the tank gunners are relatively limited, and the hit accuracy is conceivable. God only knows what the fired shells hit. Most of the artillery shells were useless and made boring craters one after another on the front edge of the German position.

The bullets fired by the Germans poured in densely, but after the first two rounds of attacks, the French soldiers had a better memory and crowded behind the tanks to avoid the bullets; therefore, most of the bullets were wasted on the tank body.

As the French tanks advanced step by step, their firepower accuracy also continued to improve. From time to time, large and small smoke pillars and countless fireballs rose from the German positions.

"250 meters!" In a B1 heavy tank, the commander Leon stared at the gun sight, calculating the distance to the German position.

Although the B1 heavy tank is equipped with two tank guns, it still has a crew of four and uses a single-man turret. That is to say, in addition to the gunner who specializes in operating the 75mmSA32 howitzer, the vehicle commander also serves as the gunner and loader to operate the 47mmSA34 anti-tank gun.

Therefore, later generations joked that the quality of the B1 heavy tank commander was the best in World War II; not only must he be proficient in shooting, but he must also practice physical strength, possess a certain degree of tactical thinking, and must have the ability to multi-task.

Leon stared nervously at the approaching German positions. Because before setting off, they had learned that the German army had individual rockets that could easily destroy their own tanks within 100 meters. Although the Soma 35 medium tanks and Renault 35 light tanks have been destroyed by such rockets so far, Leon does not dare to underestimate the German weapons. After all, no one can guarantee that the 60mm armor of the B1 heavy tank can withstand German rocket attacks.

As the German positions got closer and closer, more and more bullets hit the car he was sitting on. From one shot in the first few seconds to several in a second, like a dense rain, the crackling sound kept coming. .

Every sound made Leon feel frightened, fearing that one of the bullets would suddenly penetrate the armor and kill them all in the carriage.

"Frank, are we going too fast?" Leon touched the sweat on his forehead and lightly kicked his driver.

"It seems so." The driver was also a very smart guy, and he understood and slowed down the car. Although it was not obvious, their tank gradually fell behind the other B1 heavy tank next to it.

But no one noticed this detail in this chaotic battlefield.

"200 meters!" Leon swallowed nervously, his hand trembling when loading ammunition. Even he couldn't tell whether he was nervous and scared or simply tired.

"150 meters!"

"130 meters!"

"100 meters!" Leon's voice trembled slightly, and all the muscles in his body were tightening. He seemed to be welded to the periscope, unable to move.

Suddenly, he saw several missiles or bombs flying from the opposite position. One of them hit the front armor of another B1 heavy tank hard, and then a violent explosion occurred!

"Boom!" Seeing that the turret of the B1 was blown away, Leon was so frightened that he screamed hysterically. "Back up!! Frank, back up!!"

The B1 heavy tank suddenly paused and fell backwards as fast as possible. Suddenly, a series of heart-rending screams came from behind the tank. The infantrymen who were advancing closely behind the B1 tank were knocked to the ground by the sudden reversal, and were then crushed by the tank's tracks.

But Leon couldn't hear these screams. He just saw a rocket flying towards the tank. If they hadn't reversed in time, the entire crew would have gone to see God by now!

The fear of brushing against death made Leon instantly lose the courage to continue fighting. Now the young car commander is thinking about how to get out of here and return to a safe place as soon as possible. To hell with France, with honors, with loyalty. All he wanted was to return alive to his wife and children, and beg their forgiveness for how stupid he had been, to throw them aside for those stupid honors.

"Leon, what's going on? You've crushed one of your own!" Just as his mind was filled with random thoughts, the reprimanding voice of the commander at the rear came from the earphones.

Leon really wants to yell at you guys who can only hide behind safety, why are you dictating to us? However, his remaining sense told him that if he backed down in battle, he would probably be sent to a military court and then sentenced to death. He didn't want to die in the hands of the Germans, let alone his own people.

But before he could explain, there was an earth-shattering roar outside. The French soldiers quickly passed through his tank group and launched a final charge against the dense German bullets.

"Long live France!"

"for Motherland!"

"Boom!" Just as this group of French soldiers rushed towards the German positions crazily, and as the French tanks bombarded the German machine gun positions one after another, a rocket fell from the sky, landed among the charging French soldiers, and exploded violently. , the shock wave mixed with broken shrapnel swept across all directions, mowing down a large group of French soldiers around them.

Before the French soldiers could recover, the second rocket hit them, followed by the third, fourth... seemingly endless rockets fell from the sky, plowing the front of the German position.

"Oh God!" The French officers in the rear stared dumbfoundedly at the front of the position that had turned into a sea of ​​flames. "How many cannons have the Germans mobilized?" Judging from the power and density of the explosions, there are at least 100 cannons with a caliber of 100 mm or more. "It seems that a large German army has crossed the river!" Thinking of this, he immediately issued an order for the entire army to retreat.

In his opinion, this was a quite reasonable order. So far, they had not even captured this high ground that was not guarded by armored forces. When the German armored forces arrived, they would not be able to be completely wiped out.