Night Reaper

Seven of his infantry fighting vehicles were destroyed at once, which made the company commander feel distressed. He had to order the remaining infantry fighting vehicles to retreat from the battlefield to avoid further losses.

Losing these defensive pillars, the German defense force dropped at once. In the latter wave of the attack, the French troops rushed into the German defensive positions under the cover of their own mortars against the fire of the German machine guns. , and fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Germans.

In order to defend this place, the German army had to give up all forward positions and retreated to compress the defense line, which was able to stop the French army's offensive momentum.

After this wave of attacks, the sky gradually darkened, and both sides agreed to a truce, licking their respective wounds.

Curled up in the trenches, the company commander nibbled on the compressed biscuits silently with his gun in his arms.

"Company commander, I'm back." Deputy Lien bowed and trotted all the way from the traffic trench to the company commander's side.

"Has the casualties been confirmed?" The company commander sat up, took out a packet of compressed biscuits, and threw it to the deputy company.

Lien Li skillfully unpacked under the moonlight, and Meimei took a bite before answering: "It's confirmed, the casualty situation of the troops is not optimistic. There were 17 casualties in the platoon, of which 8 were killed and 2 were lightly injured. 7 serious injuries; 11 dead in the second row, no minor injuries, 6 serious injuries; 7 dead in the third row, no minor injuries, 4 serious injuries; 8 dead in the fourth row, 3 minor injuries, and 3 serious injuries. "

"How many have fighting power left?"

"Those with minor injuries can continue to fight, but those with serious injuries can't. We have to send them back to the rear, or they will die sooner or later."

"Alas." The company commander sighed, "It's only been a day, and the casualties have reached one-third, which is even heavier than the casualties in Barcelona. What should I do?!"

"Actually, company commander, most of our casualties were caused by the hand-to-hand combat with the French after the chariots were withdrawn." The lieutenant thought for a moment and said, "I think we just need to find a way to kill the French's anti-tank guns. , so that our infantry chariots can still play when they can re-enter the field."

"I understand that too, but how do you get rid of their anti-tank guns?" the company commander said with a wry smile, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, you can make arrangements first, evacuate the seriously wounded and send them back with infantry fighting vehicles. The back hospital."

"Okay." Deputy Lien stuffed the remaining biscuits into his mouth, swallowed them with water, stood up, and left the traffic ditch.

The company commander stared at the night sky for a while, then called out in a low voice, "Signal soldier!"

"Here!" The communications soldier heard the company commander's cry, and stooped and ran over quickly.

"Have you contacted Sanlian next door?" the company commander asked.

"I just got in touch. I saw that you were talking with the lieutenant, so I didn't remind you." The signal soldier replied.

Hearing this, the company commander took the walkie-talkie that the communications soldier carried on his back and connected it to the German military channel.

"Grey wolf, grey wolf! This is the jaguar, please answer when you hear me, it's over!"

After waiting for a while, the company commander called again:

"Grey wolf, grey wolf! This is the jaguar, please answer when you hear me, it's over!"

"zzzz..." After a burst of electric current, the voice of the third company commander came from the walkie-talkie, "zz... This is... Gray Wolf, it's over."

"Grey Wolf, how is your situation? It's over."

"Bah...my side...bah...the situation is not good, the loss of troops...bah...a quarter of the time, what about your side? It's over,"

"Alas, my side is even worse. The opponent is a French infantry battalion equipped with anti-tank guns. I lost 7 infantry fighting vehicles, and the troop has been reduced by one-third. It's over."

"Jaguar, you can call... zz... Vulture's support, there is not much pressure on the frontal battlefield,... zzz... Vulture has the ability to come and help us, over."

"Really?!" The company commander was overjoyed, he even forgot to say "finished".

"Yes, I just contacted the superiors, the superiors said that the 6th and 7th armored divisions of the Wehrmacht had hit the Frenchmen's 11th armored corps hard on the line from Endingen to Wilhelm, and now they are moving towards the cloth Raisach on, it's over."

Rarely, after such a long speech, the walkie-talkie did not emit any electric sound.

"That's great!" the company commander said happily, "I think I can hold on until the reinforcements arrive, over."

"Then good luck, over."

There was a way to deal with the anti-tank guns, which made the company commander happy. He hummed a little song and felt that the moon became more beautiful.

On the other hand, the French soldiers also felt that the moon was very beautiful. Two French soldiers on guard were sitting side by side on a large rock, looking at the moon in the sky. They were filled with emotion.

"Seriously, Nino, seriously, I don't know why we have to come to this damn Germany and fight the damn Germans," complained a French soldier holding his gun and looking at the beautiful moon Said, "I really don't understand what that group of officials thought."

"Oh, Leo, who said it wasn't." The soldier named Nino echoed, "The moon is so beautiful, I should have been sitting in my yard and holding my Ina to watch it together. But now What? I can only hold my damn gun!"

Having said that, he punched the MAS36 bolt-action rifle in his hand hard.

"Yes, I should have hugged my Jenny at home." Leo patted his companion's shoulder, "I plan to retire after this battle and go back to marry my Jenny."

"Congratulations, congratulations, then you must invite me to a wedding wine!" Nino smiled and congratulated, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two, put one in his mouth, and handed the other to him. Leo, "Come on one?"

Leo ended up holding the cigarette in his mouth, then took out a match from his pocket, lit it for Nino, and then lit it for himself.

After taking a sip, Leo felt much better: "Thank you, man, this blue Cartier cigarette is really good!"

"Thank you..." Nino just wanted to say "thank you", but after only saying one word, he threw his head back and exploded into a watermelon.

Then, a gunshot was "long overdue".

"Shit..." Leo was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to say "Damn", but he only said one word, and his head turned into an exploding watermelon like Nino.

"Two idiots who dare to smoke in the dark."

"How many is this?"

"My seventh, your sixth."

"Okay, come on, we can get ten idiots together, and we'll go back to sleep."

In the woods next to the German position, two German snipers chatted in a low voice, pulled the bolt, threw a shell, and then pushed the next bullet into the barrel.

They were German super snipers, not precision shooters like Hoffmann, and they used a specially made Mauser 98K with an expensive 8x optical sight made by Zeiss.

They are the real gods of death!