Iron Cross Fire

Countless bullets flew from behind, suppressing the people on the plain like a dense forest.

The excited Germans were caught off guard, and the dense formation left them with nowhere to hide. Wherever the machine gun muzzle turned, a large number of people fell down.

Fortunately, there are mounds of soil created after the bombing around, and hiding in them can save your life.

The lucky ones lay inside and looked around, but the smoke in the sky obscured their sight, making it difficult to see where to shoot.

Nelson stood in the position, holding his binoculars and looking at his suppressed soldiers and the thick white fog in front, feeling full of uneasiness.

In the gaps, you can vaguely see firelight mixed in the darkness from those places where the firepower is not sufficient.

He was convinced that the people in the village provided a hiding place for the French army, which was simply unbearable.

There is no other way. The villagers were able to survive before, but now they can only fight together.

Nelson called the artillery commander and said:

"Please fire according to the direction I gave you. The infantry is trapped inside, so be sure to pull all your artillery over!"

After hanging up, he ran to the back of the position and woke up several resting battalions:

"Get up! I'll give you one minute. Bring your gun and report to me."

He rang the phone again and asked the cavalry troops to speed up and block the French army's retreat as soon as possible, then shrink the encirclement and block the French.

During the call, the soldiers were already ready.

Nelson came forward, pointed to a few people, and called to them:

"You guys have set up machine guns around the village; you two, there is a big rock outside the village. You two hide behind it and let the artillery observe the position."

The men whose names were called immediately grabbed their guns and rushed to the camp to get their things.

Nelson came back to his senses and looked around at the several square formations standing neatly in front of him. There must be at least two thousand people. These are all reserve teams.

"Very good! My soldiers, go to the battlefield and save your comrades! Be careful of houses and smoke."

He stood by the ladder and sent off batch after batch of soldiers.

After they were all sent away, they took out the binoculars to observe.

The French army's fire suppression has not stopped yet. It's really curious where they got so much ammunition, but it won't take long for them to run out.

The reserve team that had just entered the battlefield was helpless in the face of their suppression. They were just as afraid to move as the German troops lying in the pit in front.

The two artillery surveyors seemed not to be in position yet, and the gunfire had not yet sounded.

The uneasy Nelson sent away eight more people, let them equip the equipment, and then dispersed to observe the surroundings of the village.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no reply. Even the artillery team urged Nelson:

"Where is the location? Where is the location? My cannonballs are almost rusting in the barrel! Do you want me to hit you on the head?"

Nielsen's hands were shaking a little, and he stayed beside the radio station motionless, rubbing sawdust together so nervously.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, I finally saw a man wandering back to the position.

The guard touched Nelson, who reacted and quickly hugged the man's arms and asked:

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it..." The soldier was a little weak and his voice was weak:

"The French guys are not actually in the house, they are all in the wild. I can vaguely see them through the smoke, most of them are 120 meters east of the tallest house. Some of them seem to be villagers holding pitchforks. ”

"That's great! They are so poor that they can only use herbal tea. Go and have a rest."

After sending the soldiers to the rear, Nelson ran back to the phone and said breathlessly:

"The tallest house is about 120 meters east. Don't worry about accidental damage."

"It's a bit blurry... just make do with it." A helpless tone came over the phone, which made Nelson breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he walked outside and continued to watch the battlefield situation.

First, several artillery shells directly hit the center of the village, blowing up all the surrounding buildings. The horrifying screams could be heard even by Nelson who was far away in the position.

I hope I don't disturb him. Nelson looked back at Kuster, who was sleeping in the pit, and then cursed at the phone:

"You missed! And it hit the center of the village! You blew up the entire village."

"If you have the guts, come and fight!"

Another three or two fell, hitting the outside of the village. No one was hit, but they were a little more accurate than before.

"It's off again. Try correcting it twelve meters downward and two meters to the right."

This time only one fell, but after passing through the thick dark clouds, only an explosion was heard.

Under the obstruction of the smoke, Nelson couldn't see where it exploded, so he said in a skeptical tone:

"Five more shots from this position?"

Soon, another cannonball fell, no more, no less, exactly five.

This time he saw the bullet point clearly, and there were several French people lying around him, and he immediately became extremely excited:

"Hit! Increase the firepower!"

Nelson's roar summoned countless cannonballs whizzing past the sky, all of which crashed into the village.

The moment they landed, the French's firepower was suddenly reduced a lot, and they were able to force their way through.

As a result, hundreds of Germans rose up from the ground and rushed towards the village in thick smoke.

Before, they were huddled in a small pit shivering with their comrades, but now they dared to face machine gun fire.

Not only did they not get lost in the white smoke and charge randomly to stab their own people, but they were able to clearly identify their location through the sound of gunfire in their ears.

Nielsen expressed emotion, but also did not forget to have a friendly exchange with the other end of the phone:

"Stop the artillery fire! You're going to blow up my people! I'll skin you alive when we get back!"

Without giving the artillery commander a chance to curse back, he hung up the phone and then leaned back to the position, nervously watching the battle amid the stray bullets.

But the white smoke under the black cloud was like a wall, a wall built by the barrel of a gun, standing on the plain and inviolable, blocking the light on both sides, making it impossible for Nelson to see clearly.

He could only continue to rub the sawdust with his hands. After a long time, loud sounds of fighting, roaring, trampling and screaming came from the village.

All kinds of creepy sounds surrounded his ears, making him more and more painful, and he even rubbed the steel plate.

It took a long time until the sky finally absorbed the white fog, the obstructing white fog finally dissipated, and the whole sky returned to the turbid darkness again.

Nelson hurriedly jumped on the ladder to watch the battle situation, but the facts surprised him.

Although his soldiers were generally superior, the enemy's resistance was also extremely strong.

The French army, or the French, united as one and fought the German army together.

Most people were holding rifles with bayonets, and some old, weak, women and children were supporting ancient farming tools with their thin bodies.

These people were holding sticks, pitchforks, hammers, sickles and other extremely simple things in their hands, waving them in front of the Germans.

However, no one was cut, and the Germans' submachine guns and bayonets were very accurate, one shot a child, one knife a grandfather.

At first, the Germans could still pay attention to some gentlemanly attitude, but these people were pestering and endangering their lives, so they could only be killed.

The French army was also brave, but the tempering of the war made them not die, but hide behind the rocks and lie in the pit for long-range output.

But the Germans had better marksmanship, and the snipers who had been ambushed around had been prepared for a long time, accurately shooting down one after another who dared to show up.

Although some French people planned to protect their strength and retreat, they had no way out and had to fight desperately.

After a long battle, the battlefield was horrible, with corpses of German and French soldiers scattered all over the mountains and plains, most of which could not be handled and were left exposed in the wilderness.

Germany lost a total of 6 battalions and defeated an entire French army, which was generally worth it.

Moreover, the key to Brittany has been opened, and they can march straight in without any obstacles and occupy the entire Brittany.

The next step is to cross the Loire River and march to Orleans.

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