Chapitre 143: Vulture
After realizing that the Germans were unable to destroy their own anti-tank guns, the French believed that they could take advantage of the four anti-tank guns, so they did not think about night attacks.
The Germans were relieved because they had contacted the support, and they did not think about wasting the lives of the soldiers by raiding the French anti-tank positions at night.
So this night, except for the occasional gunshots and screams, it was generally harmonious.
The next morning, the German positions.
"Hey, newcomer." Hoffman shook Anneke.
"Um..." Anneke rubbed his eyes dazedly and looked at Hoffman suspiciously.
Hoffman looked at Anneke, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Rookie, you were on the last shift last night, right?"
Anneke was stunned for a while, then nodded.
"You fell asleep." Hoffman said speechlessly.
"Oh, sorry." Anneke said in a panic, "I, I'm too sleepy, so..."
"I did it for you last night, don't do it again next time." Hoffman bent over and walked back to his position, and said lightly, "You have to know that the lives of the whole class are on the guards. ."
"Thanks...Thanks." Hoffman scratched his head embarrassingly, "Also, that..."
"Don't worry, I won't tell the squad leader." Hoffman curled up with the gun, closed his eyes and said, "It's going to be dawn soon, pretend you're on guard, I'll sleep for a while."
Anneke glanced gratefully at Hoffman, then grabbed his gun and sat in the trench, looking at the small mirror on the trench, pretending to be on duty.
About half an hour later, the sky turned from bright to slightly bright, and the positions of the two armies, which had been deadly silent, became active again.
Gro opened his eyes, looked at his watch, then stood up to wake up his comrades one by one.
"Hey, wake up guys, it's half past five." The squad leader kicked Hans's butt, "I guess you don't want to be stabbed by the Frenchman with a bayonet? If you don't want to, get up quickly!"
"Oh, good morning, squad leader!" Anneke greeted Gro with an unnatural expression.
"Hey, buddy." The squad leader replied with a smile, he didn't notice Anneke's unnatural look, "You are very serious at guarding, man, you are great! I haven't seen a newcomer guarding so seriously in a long time. Now! Everyone has to learn from our Anneke!"
Hearing this, Anneke's face became even more embarrassing.
"Hoffman, why are you so tired?" Groo walked up to Hoffman and asked suspiciously.
Hoffman didn't answer, just swung a bag around his waist towards the squad leader, and there was a "jingle" sound similar to a bell.
Inside were a dozen or so shell casings.
"Oh, man." The squad leader patted Hoffman's shoulder with a smile on his face, "You went hunting again? How many did you kill this time?"
"The Frenchman is very stupid. If the snipers in it hadn't even robbed me, this bag wouldn't have been able to fit."
"Good job, I'll allow you and Anneke to sleep more." As the squad leader said, he left the trenches for convenience, "Annek is a good guy!"
The German army was "happy and happy", but the French army was not happy.
Bruno just got up from the camp bed and left his field tent to wash up when he heard the bad news from his adjutant.
"Batch commander, we suffered heavy losses last night, 53 soldiers and 4 officers were killed."
"What?!" Bruno shouted at his adjutant in shock, holding a toothbrush, spraying foam on his face by the way, "So many people died? The Germans attacked us at night?"
"Uh, no, the Germans didn't sneak up on us." The adjutant wiped the foam on his face in embarrassment and replied, "It should be their snipers. Almost all the people who died were killed with one shot."
"Sniper?" His face was frothy again, "Can a sniper see a ghost in this dark night?!"
"I don't know about that either." The adjutant wiped the foam on his face again.
Bruno angrily stuffed the toothbrush back into his mouth, and said vaguely while brushing, "I'll make them pay!"
Going back to the German position again, after the company commander got up, he immediately started to contact the "vulture" unit.
"Vulture, vulture, this is the jaguar, please answer if you hear me, it's over."
Unlike calling twice as with the "grey wolf", contacting the vultures farther apart only called once and got an answer.
"Jaguar, this is the vulture, over."
"Vulture, the jaguar suffered heavy losses, with a reduction of one-third. Please ask for support. It's over."
"Vulture understands that a support team is being arranged for you, and it is expected to arrive at your place in half an hour, over."
He got support smoothly, which made the company commander very happy. He put down the microphone of the walkie-talkie, looked at the French army position, and laughed happily: "Haha, without the anti-tank guns, I see what you can do to hit my infantry. Chariot!"
"Haha, without the infantry fighting vehicles, let me see what you can do to stop my attack!" On the other side of the French army position, Bruno, who had washed up, looked at the German army position and laughed as well.
"The battalion commander, the three companies in a row are ready and ready to attack!" The adjutant came to Bruno and said respectfully.
"The attack begins! This time I want to see if there is anything else that can save the German!" Bruno ordered with a grin.
As Bruno attacked and the order was issued, a green flare and a red flare were fired into the sky at the same time, which represented the preparation of artillery fire.
The French mortar group began firing again, and the shells flew towards the German positions with a sharp whistle.
After the artillery preparations were completed, more than 200 French soldiers jumped out of their positions and rushed across the road to the opposite German positions.
"Guys, stand up! Our support is already on the way!" The German company commander shouted and encouraged the soldiers beside him, while tilting his MP40 submachine gun towards the French army with bullets.
Although the firepower of the German army is very strong, but without the support of artillery, they will eventually be difficult to fight against the overwhelming number of French soldiers.
Soon, the French army once again rushed into the German positions and fought with the Germans.
Seeing that the position was about to miss, the German support troops finally arrived at the battlefield.
That's a "vulture group" of four HS-129 attack aircraft and two ME109s!
"The vulture called the jaguar, the vulture has entered the field, please indicate the target to attack, it's over!"
The voices of the German pilots were heard on the tactical radio in the company headquarters.
"Their artillery position! Their artillery position! Left... Damn it, the guard squad! Come with me!" The company commander hurriedly said a few words, and found a loophole in the left position, and rushed there with the guard squad.
"The vulture understands!" The German attack plane pilot agreed, and then flew the plane and three other attack planes towards the French artillery position.
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