Iron Cross Fire

Since the French army was surrounded at Le Mans, the road to Paris from the west has been opened up and is open to traffic. Apart from the Germans marching on it, there are only transport troops to supply them.

The French defense line was leaking everywhere, and the various units had no connection at all. They were fighting independently, and it was simply a piece of scattered sand.

However, even though the fighting conditions were so bad, the surrounded French did not give up resistance. They relied on the ring fortifications left by the enemy and reinforced them again. Success allowed them to delay a little longer.

But no matter how much you delay, it's useless. Le Mans is not enough to influence the situation of the war. France will eventually fail. This is destined. Since they advocated abandoning Russia...

So they tried their best and finally planned to break out. Regardless of the casualties, only a few people could break out. Even if they risked millions of lives for it, only a dozen people could escape in the end. That's all. No matter what.

They knew that their strength alone was far from enough to open the door to survival, so they had no choice but to turn over the broken glass on the cracked wall.

The broken glass and jagged teeth on the wall are like a big iron saw, extremely sharp. Anyone who wants to pass through this may not be able to escape intact.

But there is no other way. If you wait here, you will starve to death. If you go out to fight, you will die in battle. If you hang by the glass, you will die sooner or later. It is better to be shot with a big eye open and die more gloriously.

It so happened that their commander had promised to come to support them not long ago, but whether he could actually go out remains to be seen.

That night, if the Germans squatting in the trenches around Le Mans looked carefully or experienced it with their hearts, they would feel that they were not in the trenches, but standing outside the town, outside the city called "Hell" .

The only difference between this town and an ordinary city is that it is dilapidated to the point of abstraction, and it is surrounded by smoke, making it difficult for people to see what it is, even if this town really no longer exists.

Among the two highest peaks of the building, there are two places that are punched through like craters. The sun's rays shine directly in, reflecting the two holes like human eyes, staring at the people on the ground without blinking. There is also an invisible towering building in the middle, forming a gloomy nose.

The pale eyes, the black-green background, the pale-yellow face, the white smoke and chlorine gas intertwined together, it really feels like a corpse crawling out of a cesspit where the dead were buried, but really To be fair, it should be said that he is a devil crawling out of hell, a rectangular-shaped devil with eyebrows but no forehead, a bridge of nose but no chin, and cheeks but no pupils.

This ethereal and confusing town is frightening, as if there is a looming person staring at them.

What would happen if people felt like they were being watched by this ghostly person? fear? Or is it excitement?

But the Germans' reaction was a bit excessive. They felt that this was not a big deal and could not hinder their final victory.

The so-called fear is only caused by war machines, and these war machines are what they use, so why should they be afraid?

Fear does not belong to the Germans, fear should be feared by the Germans, only those French.

However, Kuster in the headquarters was very worried. He looked at the dilapidated building that looked as scary as a human face, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Tell them not to stop the artillery. I have a feeling they are coming."

he said to the officer beside him.

His health is getting worse and worse, and he is a little scared to see anything. This is probably the last time he will go to the front line to command the battle in person. The majesty that he once dared to lead a cavalry battalion into the enemy's headquarters is no longer there. Instead, he is facing the enemy. Cherishing life, and transforming into a representative figure of conservatives.

This may also be the last few battles he fights. He is no longer suitable for the cruel battlefield.

"Those French people are so romantic. They demolished their granaries and made them into human faces. I don't know if they are scaring us or themselves!"

The officer winked and said with some disdain. But my heart was filled with shock.

Kuster had no reaction other than a nod.

After a long silence, he spoke again and asked:

"Are those people really not going to jump over the wall in a hurry?"

Custer was not sure what the French wanted to do, and so were the officers beside him, who all looked embarrassed. If it had been in the past, he would never have waited here, but would have directly led his troops in to take a closer look.

However, now, even if hundreds of thousands of people are killed, he is not willing to throw away his own life. He is not at ease if all power is handed over to the Germans. He has always been in a very contradictory mentality.

He wanted to end the war as soon as possible out of his love for his motherland and his enthusiasm for the nation; but as a soldier, he knew that only endless wars could bring status.

He already has enough authority. If the war ends, there is no doubt that he will be the first in Austria-Hungary, and the advancement of other officers will be blocked; but his pursuit of power will never end, even at the risk of being chased I also want to take the risk.

But now he no longer needs to think about it, because the news coming from the window has already made up his mind.

Except for the big rat, only the French artillery fire could have such a great response.

Kuster quickly walked out of the headquarters and looked at the war-torn plains in front of him.

That was when the defeated French army launched its final attack. These dying people, instead of enjoying their last moments, dared to counterattack them.

They may want to bloom the most wonderful moment of their lives, but now it is September, the season of blooming flowers has long passed, and it is time for the leaves to fall back to their roots.

The battlefield is full of the tearing sound of machine guns, the roar of the charge, the roar of the cannon, and the helpless howling of people.

From the sound, most of the dead fell in the soft soil, not the concrete wall in the trench, which made Kuster, who was shaking constantly in the back, breathe a sigh of relief.

The fierce battle lasted for four hours, and no Frenchman broke through the blockade of the German army. Anyway, Kuster didn't see a single Frenchman, and they all fell dozens of meters in front of the trench.

The sound of gunfire finally stopped, and he heard someone cheering in German a few hundred meters away. Kuster's taut string suddenly broke, looking at the sky and walking out of the position, towards the broken soil where countless French soldiers were buried.

Along the way, Kuster stepped on the corpses of the French, but to be precise, he should have stepped on the bodies of his weak compatriots to stand so high, higher than even the Alps.

Looking at the Frenchmen lying on the ground in various postures, Kuster could not feel any respect or sympathy. I am afraid he is no longer just a soldier.

After leaving, these Frenchmen who died for their country were buried in the cesspool and used as fertilizer to nourish the land that nurtured them for generations.

Everything is born from dust, and everything will return to dust.

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