Swing sickle Ⅴ

Just as Carrasco and his comrades were sitting together eating fragrant beer goulash, the soldiers of the SS "Belisingen" Panzergrenadier Division, just a few kilometers away, were also eating hot meals.

However, compared to the Belgian dishes, the Germans were much better. Their main dish was roast potatoes, the main dish was stewed potatoes, and the soup was wild vegetable soup.

However, the Germans were very satisfied with this "heavy" meal, because this meal was the first hot meal they had eaten since the beginning of the attack. Previously, they ate things like compressed dry food.

"Eat faster! There is an order from above, to attack the Belgian defense line in front of you in 15 minutes!" Just as everyone was enjoying their meal, Groner's voice came over like a reminder.

"My God!" Hans heard the news before he even took a bite.

"Don't be God, hurry up and eat yours." Grow sat down beside Hans, picked up a baked potato, and took two random bites, saying vaguely.

"Squad leader, what is our specific mission?" Hoffman asked while holding his G41-SG and drinking a bitter, deadly vegetable soup.

Gross swallowed the potatoes hard and replied, "Take a small village in front and cover the forty tanks next door to successfully bypass the Belgian army's defense line from the flank."

"Go around?" Fogel pouted, and then stole a baked potato from Hans, "This is the first time I heard that the armored soldiers still go around, aren't they all rushing forward?"

"&*&...(Nima)!" Hans was shoving potatoes into his mouth quickly when he suddenly saw Fogel taking a piece of his baked potato while he was not looking, which immediately forced him to make a move The hungry wolf pounced and rushed to tear up with Fogel.

Well, it's actually more like a dog guarding food.

"Alas." Looking at the two people who were making trouble together, Groo shook his head helplessly, and then said to the others, "Because the Army Aviation reconnaissance plane reported that the Belgians dug two long and wide tunnels in front of their positions. And deep anti-tank trenches that our tanks can't get through."

"If the tanks can't get through, then we can't get through." Hoffman wondered, "As far as I know, our infantry fighting vehicles don't seem to be longer than tanks, right?"

"That's why we have a few No. 1 Engineer bridging tanks." Gro shrugged and said, "You know, those things were designed and built in the 1920s to serve the No. 1 tank, and they were erected. I am afraid that the No. 2 tank of the bridge will be crushed when driving up, let alone the No. 3 and No. 4 tanks of General Rommel..."

"Okay." Hoffman raised his forehead, "Then how many Belgians are in front of us?"

"Not much." Groo took a bite of the potato and said indifferently, "It's just a reinforcement battalion, maybe 800 people."

"Pfft!" Hoffman was startled, and almost spit out the wild vegetable soup he drank earlier, "800 people... not many?"

"A lot?" Hans grabbed his potatoes.

"It's not too much to put in the wild..." Hoffman was helpless, "but they are hiding behind two anti-tank trenches on horseback! Although we have bridge tanks, it takes time to build bridges, right? I don't think their anti-tank guns can't hit or penetrate our stopped infantry fighting vehicles..."

"maybe."

"Boom! Boom!" Just as everyone was chatting, there were bursts of explosions from the Belgian positions in the distance.

"The division's DA3/155 type (DA is the abbreviation of the German Die artillerie, 3 means modified from the No. 3 tank chassis, 155 means 155mm) 155mm self-propelled artillery?" Hoffman immediately recognized the sound of the 155mm shell exploding, " It seems that the division attaches great importance to the land in front of us."

"It's not just the division that values..." Ge Luo added faintly.

"What..." Hoffman was stunned when he heard the words. Just as he was about to ask Gros why he said that, he was interrupted by the roar of an engine in the distance.

Hearing the familiar roar of the engine, everyone invariably stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction where the sound came from, but they could only vaguely see some small dots.

"Guys! The good lunch time is over!" Gaither glanced at his watch, "But don't take it easy on the Belgian on the other side! Get in the car! Let's teach the Belgian on the other side not to dig holes!"

"Belisingen!" Everyone roared, quickly packed up their equipment and boarded the infantry fighting vehicle.

At the same time, the army aviation flight formation in the distance also showed its hideous appearance.

That is a huge fleet composed of 12 ME109s, 2 heavy transport aircraft and a full 37 ju-87s!

"God!" Nick, who was in charge of controlling the 30mm gun, murmured as he stared blankly at the huge aircraft group.

"What are those two planes?" Hans stuck his head out, looked at the two huge planes, and asked suspiciously.

"Those two planes... transport planes?" Fogel also stuck his head out of the car door.

"Guys, the No. 1711 bus is about to leave!" The infantry fighting vehicle painted with the four numbers "1711" spewed a cloud of ash smoke and roared under the control of Carl, "For your safety and others' safety, Please take your weapons when you get on and off the bus, close the armored door and hold the 30mm gun while driving, the end of this journey is the Belgian's hometown, thank you for your cooperation."

"Haha!" Everyone in the car was amused by the driver's "friendly reminder".

"Okay, whatever it is." Groo retracted and closed the heavy armored car door on his side, patted Carl on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's go! Let's take the Belgian to the plane!"

Meanwhile, the Belgian position.

The deafening cannon and explosions gradually weakened, and figures gradually began to appear in the empty positions.

"Carrasco! Carrasco!" Metlink patted the shivering and dull expression next to Carrasco, who had no fighting spirit like before the German artillery bombardment, and shouted, "Bastard! Carrasco!"

"I'm... I'm here!" Carrasco was shocked, "Squad leader..."

"The German artillery has stopped! We have to go out!" Maetlink said, pulled a Carrasco, and then took the lead to climb out of the anti-artillery hole.

"No...no..." When Carrasco heard that he was going out, he immediately shrank back in fright.

"Should you be frightened by a burst of artillery?" Maetlink stopped and turned his head angrily. "It's true that recruits are afraid of artillery! When they hear the artillery, they are scared like a puppy with its tail twitching! Manla! Give me him Get out!"

"Okay!" A Belgian soldier behind Carrasco responded, then rudely kicked Carrasco's ass and pushed him out.

"Listen! Carrasco, I don't care what you did or what you got! But you have to listen to me here!" The shelling poses no threat to us, do you think the anti-gun holes we dug so hard are for decoration?"

After saying the last word, Maetlink also climbed out of the anti-gun hole.

However, the scene outside was completely different from what he said earlier.