Berg Ⅱ

At the same time, it was a few kilometers away from the German positions.

"Damn, our reconnaissance plane was shot down." Bruno frowned as he looked at Spader, who turned into a ball of fire in the air, "How come there are German fighter jets here? According to the intelligence, not all German planes are in Ach. Is it near the outskirts of En?"

"I don't know, maybe we were unlucky and encountered a patrolling German fighter jet." Ben Shaming shook his head, "but it doesn't matter, anyway, there are no Germans here, and their people are defending on the outskirts of the city. Let's go, take advantage of As the Germans didn't see us, we moved on."

"Wait, I'm not at ease, I always feel that something is wrong." Bruno said, "Pie..."

"Be careful of the plane!" Ben Shamin threw Bruno down.

Just a second after Benshamin knocked down Bruno, two German fighter jets flew over their heads, leaving behind deep trenches plowed by several rows of aviation cannons and more than a dozen French soldiers who had been beaten to pieces. .

"Damn it!" Bruno said with an ugly expression as he looked at the tragic death of his subordinate, "Our whereabouts have been exposed!"

"What should we do then? We lost our reconnaissance plane, and now we have revealed our whereabouts. Maybe the Germans will ambush us in front of us!" Ben Shamin asked, "battalion commander, why don't you tell the regiment commander, we will withdraw Bar?"

"No!" Bruno shook his head and said, "We have to move forward! The follow-up troop has already been deployed, and it is impossible to return. Let's take a platoon to the front to explore the way. If you encounter danger, withdraw first and wait for the back. Our troops arrive and go again!"

"Okay." Ben Shaming nodded reluctantly and agreed, although he was a little dissatisfied with the task of letting him go to mine, but this was indeed the best way.

After making up his mind, Ben Shamin left the main unit with forty or fifty soldiers, and went forward to two kilometers to serve as the vanguard of this vanguard unit.

It didn't take long for the village of Berg to vaguely appear in Ben Shaming's eyes.

"Stop moving forward!" Ben Shamin raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, then he took out a map from his bag, compared his surroundings to confirm his location.

"It's strange." Ben Shaming looked at the map carefully and said suspiciously, "The map shows that there should be only one road here, and there is no village. Why is there a village suddenly?"

A soldier beside him glanced at the map and reminded, "Sir, I think it may be that this map is too old."

"Maybe." Ben Shaming looked at the quiet village, thought for a while, and said to the commander, "There is something wrong with this village, you, bring a class to check the situation."

"This..." The soldier was stunned for a moment, regretting that he had just spoken.

"Don't talk nonsense, obey the orders!" Ben Shaming scolded.

"Yes, sir!" The soldier had no choice but to salute and crossed the road with ten other hapless men, and touched the village on the other side of the road.

"Squad leader, French!" Hoffman saw the French army at a glance, and quickly raised the marksman rifle in his hand and aimed at them, "One, two, three, four... Eleven! A total of 11 people! Do we want to? Fire?"

"Everyone, pay attention, the guests are here! The guys outside the village don't open fire! Repeat, the guys outside the village don't open fire!" Before the squad leader could answer, the company commander's voice came from the car radio that was moved out of the car, "The village The lads in the village will take good care of them, and the lads outside the village pay attention to the woods down the road, God tell me there are people there!"

"Okay, I'll let you go, thank our company commander." While muttering, Hoffman moved the crosshairs away from the group of Frenchmen and turned to the forest that the company commander had mentioned.

"It seems that I'm overthinking." In the woods on the other side of the road, Ben Shaming looked at the 11 pioneers who had successfully entered the village with his binoculars, and said to himself, "There is no enemy situation, everyone, move on. !"

A group of French soldiers stood up after hearing the words. Just as they lifted their feet to move forward, a burst of gunfire like fried beans suddenly erupted in the village, and then it became quiet again.

Ben Shamin and the soldiers were startled, and hurriedly fell down again.

"Damn it! I knew there was a problem!" Ben Shamin gritted his teeth and said, he understood that his 11 men were mostly bad luck, "Radioman! Radioman! Tell the battalion commander, we have Germans here, let me They're here to help!"

"Squad leader! I see people in the woods!" On the other side, Hoffman saw a group of French soldiers standing up and lying down through the scope on the gun.

"I saw it too." The squad leader held up the binoculars, "Damn, there seem to be a lot.

"Understood!" Nick heard the words and leaned the G41 in his hand against the car, then stepped on the tracks and climbed into the car.

After taking a rough aim, Nick pulled the bolt, pushed a 30mm high-explosive shell in the drum into the barrel, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" As the car body shook slightly, the 30mm high-explosive projectile was pushed out of the barrel by the gas generated by the combustion of the gunpowder, and flew towards its target while spinning.

It didn't take long for the shell to hit the woods and explode. The explosion kicked up a large piece of soil, and the soil smashed into the French soldiers on the side, and more lethal than the soil was the metal fragments mixed in the soil.

"Ah! I was shot! I was shot!" "Damn it! I can't feel my butt anymore!" The French soldiers next to where the shells landed screamed, and they suffered more or less fragments.

But since they were all lying on their stomachs, and this was a 30mm shell, most of the unfortunate French soldiers were only injured, and only one of the unfortunate ones was cut off by fragments and killed on the spot.

However, this has already achieved the desired effect.

"Damn, they have guns! Retreat! Let's retreat!" Ben Shamin was terrified by the cannonball. "Take that unlucky bastard with only a part of his head left, let's go meet the battalion commander first."

It didn't take long for Ben Shamin to join the battalion commander Bruno with a group of disgraced men.

"What's the matter? How did you come back?" Bruno asked, looking at his disgraced subordinates.

"Batch commander, the people in that small village were under fire. We lost 12 soldiers and four were slightly wounded," Benshamin said. "We were in their fire range and had to retreat first. "

"Cannon? What cannon? What's the caliber?"

"It's a direct-fire gun, with a small caliber, mostly in the middle of 20mm-40mm, and its killing range is only a few meters." Ben Shaming thought for a while and said, "I guess there are not many Germans in that village, at most one company. "

"Well, one company is not enough to be afraid of." Bruno nodded, and then ordered the soldiers behind him, "Move forward to that small village, and let's avenge the 12 guys!"