When Team Renault rushed to the location specified in the order, they saw only a sea of fire.
"Headquarters." Although the number of radio equipment in the French army is far less crazy than that of Lin Youde, the Fengjia troops have one radio for each person, "I think we are too late. The German armored forces have already broken through."
, this supply point only contains dead people and people who are about to die."
The breakthrough point of the German army was chosen at the junction between the two main attacking forces of the French army. The closest Renault team was rushing towards the breakthrough point almost as soon as the German army started to attack, but it still failed to catch up before the German army broke through the French rear line.
Get on this armored unit.
And Renault knew that with the maneuverability of General Fengjia, he might not be able to catch up with the fleeing German armored forces.
Jiang Feng has only two ways to move: jumping and walking. Needless to say, walking can't even keep up with the speed of human running. Jumping forward requires extremely high attention from the driver. If he accidentally lands on the ground, he will break his leg.
, or the entire machine body sinks into the soft ground, so it generally cannot be maintained for a long time. Moreover, jumping forward causes considerable damage to the body's joints, so it can only be used for tactical maneuvers. Battle-level maneuvers are all on foot or by train.
As long as the armored cavalry still has fuel, they can rely on their tracks to maintain high speed.
Renault instinctively realized that something was wrong. Since this German armored unit could so completely destroy the supply point in front of him, it could destroy other supply points, follow-up troop assembly points, and even attack those who were on the march.
Or the follow-up troops who are preparing to camp will cause horrific casualties.
The French army's generals and armor were all deployed on the offensive front, and the backup generals were far away in the Fortress of Verdun.
The French army may have to face a very urgent problem: they do not have any mobile power to intercept the German armored cavalry that has crossed the front and is advancing in depth.
"What did you say?" Crown Prince William looked in disbelief. The hand holding the receiver even trembled slightly with excitement, "Can you tell me again where you are?"
"In the town of Fulco League, there are still eighty kilometers away from Metz!" On the other side of the microphone, the voice of the cavalry commander came intermittently through the static noise. "We defeated at least three French troops and destroyed them.
We have established two material distribution centers, we..."
The static noise grew louder and louder, finally swallowing up the troop leader's voice. The prince shouted "Hey, hey" into the microphone a few times, shook his head and handed the microphone back to the radio operator. Then he returned to the map table, his face full of excitement.
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"They actually penetrated the French defense line! This is an opportunity, we must seize it!"
"What about the retreat order?" the Crown Prince of Württemberg asked cautiously.
"Retreat?" Prince William looked up at his colleagues and shook his head vigorously, "The glorious victory is right in front of us. You actually want me to let it go and retreat? Not only can we not retreat, but we also have to fight against the headquarters.
Telegram, requesting that reserve troops be sent up. They should still have enough fuel to run for half a day. We must take advantage of the chaos they created to teach the French a lesson! Order the artillery to immediately start shelling our positions occupied by the French!
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"Now? Your Highness, it's already dark."
"That's not important. Just let the French stay in these positions! Several well-organized infantry divisions in our hands immediately move towards the breakthrough! Move quickly!"
So the battlefield that had just fallen silent after a day of fierce fighting once again fell into commotion.
Foch rushed into the headquarters wearing a nightgown and with his hair disheveled.
"How's it going?" she asked the deputy standing next to the map table.
The deputy shook his head: "I don't know. The weather suddenly turned bad in the evening, and thunderclouds interfered with our radio communications. Moreover, the effectiveness of the messengers was greatly reduced in the darkness. We only know now that a German armored cavalry crossed the battle line.
It is advancing deeply towards us. In addition, several military-level headquarters that maintain telephone lines with us reported that they heard German artillery fire from the front line."
"Night attack?"
"This... I'm afraid... yes, it's a night attack."
Foch put both hands on the map table. His breasts, which were not supported by a corset, swayed violently under his thin pajamas.
Many young staff officers involuntarily glanced at the commander-in-chief's alluring peaks, and immediately immersed themselves in their work to hide the expressions on their faces.
"Are they crazy?" Foch didn't seem to care at all about being seen by his subordinates. "A night attack requires so much coordination of the troops. Aren't they afraid that it will turn into a disaster?"
In addition to the requirements for the troops' night sighting capabilities, night battles also have very strict requirements for the organization and coordination of the troops. Therefore, there were almost no examples of large-scale night battles during World War I.
No wonder Foch was so surprised.
However, this did not prevent her from making a decision quickly.
"Order the 11th and 12th armies to immediately mobilize troops to block the gap between them, and tell them that if they neglect even a little bit, they will be punished by military law!"
Truck led his company to operate in the dark night. Originally, their company was stationed in a small village, but all the local people in the village who spoke Chinese had already run away. The remaining villagers warmly received Truck's company.
, but before he could sit down and take a sip of the hot broth, a new order came down.
The order required him to immediately lead his troops to move west to fill a gap left by the German counterattack.
Truck set off with the scolding and unwilling troops, and then - he found that he was lost. There were continuous sounds of artillery in the distance, and Truck couldn't tell whether it was his own artillery or the Germans.
Cannon, but there is no doubt about one thing: the sound of the cannon made him feel very bad.
"It's time to drink coffee and play bridge in the evening! These barbaric Germans!" The French officer with a delicate mustache cursed viciously, "Don't they understand any rules? In this situation
It’s a dark night when it’s hard to even identify landmarks. If they have to carry out military operations at this time, aren’t they afraid that they might go astray and launch an attack on Berlin?”
"I heard that all Germans have wolf genes," said Truck's orderly. This kid didn't read many books, but he had a lot of strange stories about street performers in his head. "At night, their eyes look like
It emits blue light like a wolf, so it can see the road clearly."
Truck sighed forcefully, and said in a tone that was helpless against his adjutant: "That's enough! That's enough! Germans are humans too, not wolves! Stop making those stupid jokes!"
"But, since they are human beings, they would not attack at night like this..."
"They are human, but they also attacked!"
"But……"
"Stop it!"
"master……"
"I'm a captain now!"
"Captain, if the Germans can't see clearly at night like wolves, then they will definitely get lost like us when they attack at night. They are even more unfamiliar than us..."
"We are not lost!" Truc corrected his servant angrily, "We are just delayed a little on our journey, but when the dark clouds disperse and the moon comes out, we will be back on the right road!"
"Then I'm still lost..."
Just when Truck was angrily about to hit the servant on the head with his cane, a flash of light rushed into the sky from behind the blurry outline of the hills in front. Truck immediately showed his qualities as an officer: "It's the wind.
A! Spread out and take cover!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his servant threw him to the ground. The round officer's hat rolled away, revealing his shiny bald head. In an instant, even the dark night seemed to get a little brighter.
"Why are you jumping on me...oh my God!"
The wind armor that jumped from the other direction landed on the ground in front of Truc. The tremor caused by the impact caused a small bush that was blown apart by the artillery fire to fall sideways, covering Truc and him lying on the ground.
on the orderly.
Truc raised his head and looked out from among the branches of the shrubs that had not completely lost their leaves. He happened to see the general's armor turning the dark light above his head in the direction of their company's hiding place.
The dark light looked like a single eye glowing red in the darkness, lingering with a terrifying and sinister aura that made Truc break into a cold sweat.
I don't know which coward screamed in fear, pointed the submachine gun in his hand at General Feng Jia in a hysterical manner, and fired at him like crazy.
"Oh my God, oh my God..." Truc's orderly whined softly, "Master, we are all going to die..."
The Feng Jia turned his body to face Truck's company. The Krupp cannon mounted on his left arm spit out long tongues of flame, and the Teutonic cross on the Feng Jia's breastplate was looming in the flickering light.
Another General that landed not far away also opened fire immediately. The crossfire formed by the two Generals pinned Truck's troops to the ground, unable to move at all, and could only slide step by step towards the abyss of destruction.
The General in front of Truc fired while moving forward slowly. When it passed by the bushes covering Truc, the officers and orderlies were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe. The metal bullet casings fell to the ground with a loud sound.
The crisp sound sounded to them like the death knell of hell.
Truck didn't know how long the German machine gun sweeps lasted. He only knew that when the hurricane of death subsided, the night sky was filled with the wails of his compatriots.
Truck heard someone say something in German, and then there was laughter and a separate gunshot. He had no idea what was happening, and could only continue to lie on the ground shivering with the orderly, even as the Germans again
I didn't even realize it when I took off and left, let alone put out the bonfire left by the German generals in the distance to show the way forward for the troops behind them.
By the time they were freed from their panic, German soldiers carrying marching packs and helmets with horns on their heads had surrounded them.
The German pulled them both up, looked at their miserable appearance, and laughed happily. (To be continued...)