Chapter 246: bloody battle

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The bearded man turned his head back and put his face on the sight: "15 degrees to the left! Quick!" As soon as his words fell, the artillery beside him began to turn, and the German artillery on the other side was shaking the artillery's rotating rocker .
"Boom!" The German anti-tank gun fired again, and another b1 tank was destroyed on the road, but this tank did not die, but stopped there and stopped moving. The remaining French tanks seemed to have found the position of the German anti-tank gun and began to slowly turn.
Although the steering of the French tank had not been completed, the turret was pointed, the machine gun fired violently, penetrated the straw stack, hit the German anti-tank gun, splashed a spark, and the bullets hit A loader, the German soldier was hit in the chest by flying bullets and fell to the ground with a grunt.
Bearded fell down in a hurry, lying face down on the ground. And beside him, an operator of a German artillery was also hit by a bullet, and a shot was hit on the head, and blood splashed on the cannon, which looked very dazzling.
Just as the German anti-tank position was attacked by the French, the German Bofors anti-aircraft gun fired on the other side. "Boom!" "Boom!" Bofors anti-aircraft guns fired quickly, and in a blink of an eye, they had fired three or four rounds of shells at the French Renault tank that followed, and these shells easily penetrated ft. -17 The side armor of the Renault tank smashed the driver inside.
Obviously, this round of bowing left and right, and the French were stunned. A French armored car started firing at the Bofors anti-aircraft gun, and rushed over. The rest of the French tanks and armored vehicles still turned against the position of the German anti-tank gun.
"Aim at that armored vehicle! Fire! Fire! Quick!" The second squad yelled half of his head out of the mound on the side of the Bofors anti-aircraft gun. Soon Bofors changed the magazine and roared again. The bullet storm hit the French armored car, and directly converted the modified car into a sieve.
However, the anti-tank artillery position over there could be said to have been attacked by Yang. The French tank fired a burst of machine guns, sweeping down all German soldiers there. A French b1 tank panicked and fired an outrageous cannonball with a caliber of 75 mm-this shell hit a house not far away and directly knocked that house back to its foundation.
Borol used a mp-44 in his hand to sweep down a French soldier who was trying to rush over to throw a grenade. When he turned back to unload the magazine and reload the new magazine, he saw the anti-tank gun position behind him. . A German soldier who had been pierced through his chest hung at the tail of the cannon, while another person's face was covered in blood and fell motionless beside an empty ammunition box. Borol could even see the man's eyes, and it seemed that he had just looked at the back of Borol when he died.
"My God ..." Borol muttered: "Baru! The fire shields me! If I can't stand it, I will take someone back to the village."
He shouted and struggled to get up, and ran quickly with his weapon toward the anti-tank gun position. Behind him, the French bullet hit the ground, only a few centimeters from his heel.
Baru picked up his g43 and ran out of the magazine in one go, only to let the French's firepower converge. Taking this opportunity, Borol ran to the position of the anti-tank gun in one breath, and then stopped. A beautiful flying body tackle helped him complete the last distance of more than one meter.
"Is anyone ... injured?" He asked, breathing heavily.
"Help me load a cannonball, hurry up!" Said the bearded man on the ground with difficulty. "The cannonball is not far from your feet."
Borol lay on the ground in a circle, picked up the shell dropped by the corpse, and pushed the cannon at once according to the position of his beard. The beard turned up and adjusted the position of the muzzle quickly. The French machine gun on the opposite side may have discovered that the bearded man was operating the cannon, opened fire again, and the bullet flew again around the anti-tank gun, raising a dust.
"Boom!" The beard shot the freshly loaded shell out of the cannon. The shell flew to his target like a speed of light. The shell directly hit the front armor of the last ft-17 tank, and then it seemed like The hot blade cut into the butter and penetrated the tank's armored steel plate, flew into the cabin of the tank with broken iron scraps, and then drilled through the driver's bones into the engine behind the tank.
"We have to leave here! They still have tanks! You and I can't solve the big guy." Borol swept all the bullets in the magazine with an assault rifle, and he pulled the bearded one. Arm, want to take him back to the village. But he couldn't help but find he didn't pull.
"Let me rest and rest here." Bearded covered his bleeding belly and grinned. He said he patted the anti-tank gun beside him: "I can't live without my old man."
During his speech, blood dripped down his lips onto his beard, and his teeth were stained red. After he finished speaking, he pushed a handful of Borol, and then leaned on the cannon of the artillery. His painful teeth grinned: "Come on! Or you will die here in vain."
Pushed by the beard's last remaining force, Borol leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, staring at the beard stupefied, maybe only for a moment, or maybe a long time later, he didn't know. But after he realized his danger, he quickly adjusted his posture and quickly retreated towards the main entrance of the warehouse.
Soon, Baru and the machine gun team also retreated to Borol's side, their wings were lost, but in addition to the heavy losses on the front, the French also maintained a fierce attack.
The 40mm caliber Bofors anti-aircraft gun finally found that he could not penetrate the armor of the rampant French b1 tank. The shells hit the armor of this tank and were ejected. The French tank was slowing down slowly, adjusting the 75mm cannon on its hull.
The tank seemed to be more anxious to solve the problem, so the turret also turned, and the machine gun on the turret continuously fired, hitting the surrounding dirt surface and splashing a dust. The Germans on the front are retreating into the village, after all they have lost their only heavy anti-tank weapon. In addition to the French front, in addition to the heavy armored b1 tank and a light armored vehicle, the remaining armored vehicles were also destroyed by the Germans.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several German soldiers on the Bofors anti-aircraft position also knew that their weapons might not be able to take the French b1 tank. There was really no good way, so they had to quickly turn the muzzle to the uninterrupted fire. Of armored vehicles blasted past.
A shell hit the wheel of the armored car, and flew out the unmodified car wheel at once. The body of the armored vehicle that lost its balance shuddered, but the machine gun was also hit by the tremor. A grenade hit a German soldier who manipulated Bofors, and the remaining German paratroopers were forced to lie down to find cover.
They hid in the bunker, picked up the gun from the ground, bent down through the simple trench, and returned to the pre-prepared shooting position. They merged the few people who had just destroyed the Maktin heavy machine gun, and the group quickly returned to the village. direction.
"Boom!" There was an explosion from the side of the village. It was the mines buried by the German paratroopers that played a role. Several French soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding gravel was scattered. In the direction behind, more French infantry Is madly forward.
Baru carried a g42 gaspingly onto the second floor of a building, and Borol in the back helped him carry two chains. The two men set up the machine gun at the window, pulled apart the bomb bay and filled the chain, while the opposite French infantry had reached not far from the front.
"Dada ... Dada." The dense sound of machine guns could not be heard. The sound of the chainsaw unique to the German machine guns because of the super high rate of fire rang out, and the French infantry opposite fell instantly. Many people.
Borol carrying the assault rifle quickly went downstairs. He saw two French soldiers breaking through the door. He picked up the mp-44 rifle and shot two French soldiers at the door. A grenade rolled off the hands of French soldiers and then exploded suddenly at the door. The whole house shook, the walls and dust on the ceiling fell, and Borol ’s ears had nothing but buzzing. Can't hear it.
He covered his nose with his left hand and walked to the door with an assault rifle in his right. He found that there were two French soldiers outside the door, but now they have become dead because of the grenade. Not far away, the French infantry were retreating with French cries, which made Borol feel very strange.
"Boom!" On the frontal battlefield, the anti-tank team that approached the French b1 tank near the trench fired an iron fist rocket. The rocket accurately hit the tank's track and interrupted it. The b1 tank struggled twice and finally stopped, but its turret was still spinning and the machine gun was violently firing.
Hiding in the trenches to reload, adjust, and change their heads to find their heads again, the business of the two German iron fist anti-tank teams looked very skilled. This time they aimed at an air inlet grille on the side of the b1 tank. The rocket hit the place accurately.
The French tank burned, the captain pushed open the hatch and tried to escape. The machine gun that had been hidden in the door of the warehouse, which had been kept secret, opened fire, and the bullet penetrated the captain's lungs with a whistling sound, followed by The drilled driver, the electrician ... In short, the people who were still alive in this car were killed by the Germans.