Berg Ⅲ

It has to be said that the strength of the French commander is still very good. Ben Shamin has judged many things from one cannonball and the scale of the village, and the accuracy is very high.

But the German commander was not bad. The German company commander chose to put the French probing troops into the village, and only ordered Gros to fire one shot, which caused the French to be unaware of the German firepower arrangement and density.

Therefore, the unfortunate French did not know that what stood in front of them was one of the most elite divisions of the German SS, one of only four divisions with prefixes.

Like the 30mm rapid-fire gun that just opened fire on Benshamin, the Germans have another 17, not counting a 75mm self-propelled gun in the company that was modified from the No. 1 tank chassis.

"Squad leader, I think the guests are here again." Behind the bunker, Hoffman looked at the swaying figure in the woods across the road from the sniper scope and said.

"It seems that we are lucky today." The squad leader held his Zeiss binoculars, "There are quite a few of them, at least 300 of them at least, maybe this is an infantry battalion of the French."

"Damn, what should I do?" Anneke, who was lying beside the squad leader Gro, grabbed the gun in his hand and said nervously, "We only have one company."

Anneke was a new recruit. He was recruited when the 17th Infantry Division was reorganized due to heavy casualties. He had no actual combat experience. He was just a rookie who had undergone three months of recruit training.

"Rookie, don't underestimate the unit you're in." Hans grinned. He pushed Fogel, who was sorting the machine gun bullets in his backpack, and said, "Hey, Fu Gore, when we were in Barcelona, ​​how many attacks did we block the most?"

Hearing this, Fogel stopped what he was doing, thought about it carefully, and replied, "Well, I can't remember a little, it seems that 10 people in our class brought more than 20 Spanish National Army soldiers in a broken building. The building blocked the attack of more than one company of the Republican Army, right?"

"Did you hear that?" Hans raised his eyebrows at Anneke. "We had less than one platoon to block more than one company's attack, so you're still worried that we won't be able to hold our position?"

"Hans, don't talk nonsense here." Squad leader Gros frowned and said, "Can our situation in Barcelona compare to our current situation? At the time, our opponents were pure infantry, extremely lacking in heavy firepower. The Spanish Republican Army, now? Now we are facing the well-equipped French army!"

"Squad leader, I will comfort the newcomer." Hans said embarrassingly.

"Wow, squad leader, were you really that good in Barcelona back then?" Anneke was surprised when he heard the squad leader admit the previous record, "Tell us about your glorious record back then?"

The other recruits in the class also looked at Squad Leader Grow with anticipation.

"Heh, glorious record?" Squad leader Gero gave a wry smile, "Our glorious record is that we had ten people when we set off, and four when we returned, and only the four of us survived."

After listening to the class leader's words, the atmosphere in the class suddenly became dull, and even Hans, who was originally out of character, looked lonely.

"Fogel, originally Toth and Sturm didn't have to die." Hans said with a painful expression, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

"Hey, man, it's not your fault." Fogel patted Hans on the shoulder. "Man, we all know that in that situation, we could only choose that."

"Squad leader, what's going on?" Anneke asked in a low voice, looking at Hans who was in remorse.

"At that time, we were surrounded by a broken building, and there were too many Republican soldiers on the opposite side. We could only rely on machine gun fire to suppress the attack of the Republican Army." The squad leader explained the original situation, "As you all know, the MG34's shooting The speed was terrifying, so Hans, the machine gun operator, and Fogel, the ammunition operator, ran out of bullets quickly. To keep the fire going, we gave Hans all the spare bullets we had, but they shot again soon after. Empty."

"As a result, we are in a very embarrassing situation. The machine guns are out of ammunition, and the rifles can't last long. We have no choice but to let Toth and Sturm bring a few National Army troops. The soldiers went to pick up their guns and bullets from the corpses of the Republican soldiers. But we were unlucky and were found. In the end, although they brought back guns and bullets, only two Nationals came back, Toth and Sturm. Didn't come back. Later we relied on the rifle to block the IRA attack, so Hans blamed himself, thinking that even without his MG34, we could hold it, and Toth and Sturm would not have to die. "

"Oh, God." Anneke said sympathetically, "It's such a pity."

"I'm sorry too, but compared to remembering our comrades, I think we have more important things to do at this time." Hoffman said with a gun, "The guests are starting to come."

After listening to Hoffman's words, everyone quickly turned their eyes to the opposite side.

On the other side of the road, dozens of French soldiers were bending out of the woods and began to cross the road toward the German positions.

"Attention guys, the French are attacking." The company commander's voice came from the car radio, "Don't fire the artillery, greet them with machine gun rifles."

"Their attack strength is obviously still testing our firepower distribution." The squad leader looked at the scattered formation of the French army and said, "The commander on the opposite side is very powerful."

"The commander on the opposite side is very powerful." At the same time, the French commander Bruno held up a telescope and said to the deputy battalion commander Ben Shamin, "I can't see the firepower in their village, only the woods outside the village. There are a few well-camouflaged armored vehicles in there."

"German tank troops?" Ben Shamin, who was also holding his binoculars, exclaimed in surprise, "We don't have many anti-tank weapons. If the German tank troops were on the opposite side, we would be more fortunate."

"No no no." Bruno said coldly, "A smart commander will not use tanks for positional defense, and the commander on the opposite side is obviously very smart, so those camouflaged armored vehicles will not be tanks, they should be It's an armored personnel carrier or something."

"Then do we want to fire a few shots at those armored vehicles with our anti-tank guns?" Benshamin asked.

"You idiot!" Bruno shook his head. "How can you be sure that those armored vehicles are not decoys? What if those armored vehicles were designed to lure our anti-tank guns? If so, we foolishly fired and they would find them in an instant. And take out our anti-tank guns. Losing the only anti-tank guns we have, what can we do to stop the counterattack of the opposing armored forces?"

"Then what shall we do?"

"Haha." Bruno looked at the French soldiers who were advancing cautiously, and sneered, "First seduce the firepower on the opposite side, then knock them out with mortars, and then launch an all-out attack."