late night raid

The night falls low, and the moonlight spreads lazily and weakly on the ground.

The French sentry walked back and forth boredly. I heard that the Germans launched a powerful attack during the day. Several positions have been breached.

Those damn Germans are always so self-righteous and regard war as a fanatical belief.

When will this damn war end?

"It seems like someone is coming?" A sentry pointed not far away.

The heavy machine gunner should have entered combat status immediately, but when he heard the sentry's words, he just glanced there lazily.

There will be no Germans here. The Germans are far away from here. Maybe some unlucky guy got lost during the transfer just now, right?

"Stop." The sentry called out in a routine manner.

"Don't shoot."

The sound of pure French made the French here even more relieved. The sentry put away his gun: "Did you go to the girl's place and you can't touch your own troops?"

There was a roar of laughter.

"Damn it, we can't find the way." The two men walking towards them laughed self-deprecatingly: "We are from the 12th Company of the Mampona Battalion. I am Corporal Pipondu, and he is Will Ting. Rand, I think you may have heard of our serial drunkard Randolph."

"Ah, drunkard Randolph." The sentry's laughter became louder: "I heard that his wife ran away with someone else, right?"

"Don't let our company commander hear this, otherwise he will smash your head with a wine bottle..."

The sentries were overjoyed, and even the heavy machine gunner stood up and smiled brightly. What could make them happier on the battlefield than hearing about other people's scandals?

"We stole two bottles of good wine from Randolph and gave them to you." The two "French soldiers" suddenly stopped and said.

Then, two "wine bottles" flew out of their hands...

Idiot, how could you throw away wine like this? This must be smashed... The Frenchman couldn't help but look up... No, that's not a wine bottle, that's...

Grenade!

Before the screams of panic could be exhaled from the French's mouth, two grenades had already fallen...

"Boom - boom -"

After two explosions, several Frenchmen fell to the ground amid the smoke.

At this moment, Guderian and Steck suddenly fell down.

At the same time, several figures suddenly stood up from behind, holding grenades and rushing towards here.

"Enemy, enemy!" The surviving French finally shouted in fear.

The handle of the machine gun shooter desperately touched the heavy machine gun...

Wang Weiyi was the first! The fuse of the grenade has been pulled away. When he rushes forward, the grenade roars and draws a death arc and falls towards the opponent...

The explosion sounded again...

"Six seconds, perfect." Xiao Ling's admiration couldn't help but reach Wang Weiyi's ears.

The thrown grenade exploded not far from the heavy machine gun and did not directly hit the target. However, the bursting fragments caused the French soldier whose hand had touched the heavy machine gun to fall next to the machine gun.

The deputy shooter rushed forward in a hurry, but it was too late... Seven or eight grenades swept in in the air singing the hymn of death.

There were bursts of explosions, and a group of Germans rushed forward.

The light machine guns, rifles, and pistols in their hands fired at the same time, and the French were instantly killed and injured under multiple blows. Two heavy machine guns were also destroyed.

Less than a minute before and after!

A ball of flame spurted out from the fire-breathing soldier's hand, suddenly plunging the place into a sea of fire.

The first trench assault team burst in!

The French here were completely stunned. Where did the enemy come from? But they were not allowed to think any more, the Germans had already charged in!

Gunshots rang out here, and several French soldiers who rushed out with guns suddenly fell into a pool of blood...

Eight minutes, Wang Weiyi and his companions only have eight minutes!

A French soldier howled and rushed over, but halfway through, he suddenly stayed there. Then he looked down and saw a dagger piercing his heart...

Just when his body was about to fall, a figure rushed up, quickly pulled out the dagger, and then watched the body fall to the ground.

Guo Yunfeng!

Wang Weiyi saw all this clearly.

"There are still seven minutes." Xiao Ling's urging voice began to come.

The Lewis light machine gun in his hand roared loudly, constantly sweeping all targets in sight. The machine gun in Guo Yunfeng's hand, who had put away his dagger, also opened fire at the same moment.

Hand grenades flew out from the hands of Guderian and others, causing a series of explosions in the military camp. The melee soldier holding a pistol and an engineer shovel looked like a ferocious god. He screamed wildly and used his pistol to shoot the enemies not far away, and used the engineer shovel to hack to death one by one of the close enemies.

Under their cover, the fire dragons in the hands of the fire-breathing soldiers roared out one by one, burning everything they could see in front of them...

Although there are not many people, these few people have exerted their fighting power to the maximum extent.

Perhaps when it comes to taste in clothing, the Germans are far from rivals of the French, but on the battlefield, German soldiers are the real kings of war!

Colonel Faljud still hasn't figured out what happened, nor how many enemies have rushed in.

With such a large scale, the enemy must have at least one regiment, right?

His men had the same idea as him. The French absolutely did not believe that less than twenty Germans dared to rush into a regimental headquarters of the French army.

This is impossible.

Especially the commotion outside made Colonel Faljud and his men firmly believe that most of the Germans had already been killed.

"Avoid unnecessary casualties." Colonel Faljud said, stroking his beautiful mustache: "When the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves is too great, I have the right to surrender."

"Yes, Colonel." The subordinate said hurriedly, eager for such an order.

"See if there are any wrinkles in my clothes?" Falgud said with a serious face: "We must never give up the dignity of a judge in front of the Germans."

"Colonel, your military uniform is straight and your boots are shiny. You can walk out with your noble head held high."

Colonel Faljud nodded with satisfaction: "Then order our soldiers to give up resistance. Major Madan, please go out and ask the Germans to stop the attack immediately."