Zhang Yiping quickly passed through this trench and came to a relatively large shelter trench, where Li Ergou, the battalion commander, was looking at the direction of the No.1 bridge through the telescope.
The artillery fire is gradually thinning, and many of the enemy’s main artillery fire is being fired at the back. Of course, it is an attempt to block the follow-up support of the temporary first division of the foreign regiment.
"It seems that the enemy is going to make a counterattack after an afternoon cannon," said Zhang Yiping.
Li Ergou turned his head. His thin face was a little tired besides the darkness.
"How can the commander-in-chief of the frontline danger be in danger?" Li Ergou frightened.
"Don’t come here, how do I know the real combat effectiveness of the foreign corps? I really saw many problems along the way, but let’s not talk about this. Let’s deal with the immediate battle first."
The British attack started, and from the bumpy corner of the street, many flat helmets suddenly appeared at the bottom of the gravel.
A half-collapsed house and a machine gun suddenly appeared 300 meters away, and it was a great threat to the soldiers of the foreign corps when they were in a high position and vomited fire wildly.
The bazooka can’t reach the rifle at a place 300 meters away, and it may not be able to hit it, because the accuracy of this distance is greatly reduced by ordinary gunmen.
"Let me kill him. It’s a machine gun!" Vicke Wang said that although he is still a senior gunman, he still has confidence in marksmanship at this distance.
"No, don’t!" Li Ergou said, "The British are very cunning. They take down the damaged tank artillery as a flat fire, so that if we are exposed here, we may be retaliated by their direct artillery. I am not afraid, but the commander-in-chief has to be cautious here."
"It seems that rocket launchers are not enough. We still need an infantry gun!" Zhang Yiping said to himself.
The machine gun was quickly silenced, but soon it rang again, again and again. It was very bad for the foreign corps because it suppressed the soldiers of the foreign corps.
Chapter 42 The Battle of Orleans (sixty-one)
Looking out through the observation port of the shelter trench, you can see the twisted face of the British soldiers who flattened the farmer’s helmet. They bent over and marched cautiously under the cover of the ruins
The machine guns of the foreign corps screamed wildly and rained down, making the enemies who tried to get close to it pay a heavy price and fell in rows.
"Our machine gunners would never fight so desperately. It’s just a wave bomb," Li Ergou complained. "The Germans used to have no confidence when their machine guns didn’t work."
"If the British roots in the former army were so close," Li Ergou said, "we rarely had a battalion of gunmen, including less than 100 officers. Before that, our entire battalion of more than 1,000 people were middle and senior gunmen. In front of us, these British people would be named by our department in less than two minutes. How can they be so rampant?"
"Don’t be dissatisfied. Snipers are equipped with infantry classes. This configuration has already led the world. The ability of advanced gunmen is better than that of ordinary snipers." Zhang Yiping said with confidence. "Believe in our gunmen, they will definitely teach the British a heavy lesson one after another. They have this ability."
British soldiers jumped around the rubble and debris, and they were very agile. Machine guns shot stones and splashed rubble behind them.
However, like raindrops, there are always a few bullets that stand out from the crowd and hit the British army in the head and heart accurately. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, you can’t escape from his clutches.
However, it’s hard to detect that the British army was shot from 200 meters away and slowly connected to the front of the foreign legion bunker.
Perhaps it is because the number of senior gunmen is relatively small, and the effect is more like boiling frogs in warm water or being slowly bled. It is not easy to detect the slow death. When the enemy finds that the situation is not good, the blood has run out and most of his companions have died.
Each batch of charge has not yet reached the place 50 meters away from the foreign corps, but it is slowly consumed, and a new batch of British troops behind it rushed in again on the corpses, and then both of them were slowly consumed.
So many times, the ruins have been unconsciously filled with dead bodies, and blood has flowed out from the bottom of the rubble and accumulated into a stream and flowed into the drainage ditch.
However, the attack continued to bleed and did not stop.
The British stormtroopers marched forward one after another, the farmer’s helmet shook, and the dense figures surged, and the bayonet lit up into a chaos, stepping on the bodies of their companions.
"The commander-in-chief can go to the back to see this situation first, and so on." Li Ergou said, "Before the British went crazy, they tried their best to have sex, and now they are desperately charging at the expense of others."
Zhang Yiping said, "There is no hurry. Although there are many British people, it is not so easy to break through the fire blockade with flesh and blood."
Li Ergou no longer insisted but ordered "mortar guns to block the enemy’s backup"
Mortars, large and small, fired shells and struck the attacking team in a beautiful arc, dividing the attacking British army into two parts.
Machine guns and rifles sprayed bullets wildly, and when the British stormtroopers approached, the Germans threw grenades at the British head like rain.
After the explosion crackled like firecrackers, a British soldier emerged from the smoke. Tugen couldn’t help raising his hand any longer. He shot the farmer’s helmet flat and flew up with a wisp of blood from the eyebrows. The whole person leaned back and looked like his head was flying.
"I can’t stand it any longer. My heart is like a cat scratching. I’m going crazy if I don’t let me have a gun again." Tugen has caused him more * *
Zhang Yiping himself is the gunman who heard the fierce gun explosion outside. At this moment, there is also a strong * * in his heart. No, he has strong control and he doesn’t bother to participate in a melee like this.
"I allow you to fight, but don’t go too far around the shelter trench." Zhang Yiping said that these people are the top gunmen in the army. It is a bit selfish to transfer them to the side to be guards and it is a loss for the army
Zhang Yiping asked, "Why don’t you go to the second platoon leader?"
Er Ga said calmly, "I’m good at attacking, so the war of attrition is not what I like. I can’t get anything out of it when I join in, and I have to follow the commander in chief. The battlefield information is ever-changing. Although there seems to be no special situation now, it’s hard to predict what will happen in one minute."
Dozens of grenades suddenly flew out of the smoke from the Grenade explosion and flew to the bunker of the foreign corps. The Grenade fuze was burning with white smoke
"Attention …" shouted the officers in German, French and Chinese …
Grenade exploded in pieces, fell to the ground and fell into the bunker, blowing up the German soldiers inside.
As more British troops rushed out of the smoke, the bayonet was covered with smoke, but the murderous look was even worse.
These grenades in Zhang Yiping’s shelter trench can’t hurt him.
"Grenade …" Another drink, just recovered from the explosion, and another grenade was thrown from the bunker and trench among the British people who had just broken through the smoke.
The foreign corps has grenades as well as grenades, while the British army has thrown grenades on both sides, resulting in an explosion of smoke, but on the whole, the side with bunkers and trenches still takes a great advantage.
The smoke was blown away by the wind, and the trenches and bunkers were desolate here, but the losses on the other side of the attack were even heavier
Dead bodies hung with bricks, rubble, rags, broken limbs and meat scattered everywhere.
A corpse hung a lamppost with a broken mouth. The lamppost passed through the corpse and exposed the red iron bar. The face of the corpse was lifted up. Blood rained down from the iron bar. His hands had blown off a low stone bar. His hands were like prayers.
A pair of big head leather shoes covered with blood stepped on this pair of prayer hands, and their faces were ferocious. The British soldiers crossed this bloody stone bar with bayonets and rifles in their hands and rushed over to the position of the foreign corps.
"There are too many British people, so we must take a step back to avoid their sharpness." Li Ergou said, "Our battalion has lost a lot, and there is no way to stop them, and it is impossible to follow them in hand-to-hand combat."
"Make your right decision, Li Yingchang" Zhang Yiping said. He looked at the No.1 bridge from the lookout and found a row of dozens of tanks rumbling through the No.1 bridge.
There was also a great movement on the other side of the Loire River. A large group of British soldiers pushed a large iron box into the river, and then connected these large iron boxes, and soon a pontoon bridge was built. A tank came from the newly built pontoon bridge.
"The British are really bloody," Zhang Yiping Naidi said. "Instead of withdrawing from the south bank of Orleans, the British deployed troops from the north bank to support the south bank, which really surprised me."
"Get out of here, commander-in-chief, and you’ll be in trouble as soon as you’re forced to stick the tank," Li Ergou said anxiously
Chapter 43 The Battle of Orleans (sixty-two)
"Don’t worry!" Zhang Yiping said calmly.
From the artillery position behind, the sound of dense artillery shells flying again. You came from a tsunami. Large-caliber artillery shells hit the Loire River, causing huge waves and overturning the newly laid pontoon. The river surface was in chaos and scattered into large iron boxes. Tanks, vehicles and personnel collided with each other and fell into the river. Then they were kidnapped and thrown into the sky by the explosion.
Mortar shells caught this piece of sound, which hit the British army and tried to block the follow-up troops.
At the forefront, the British army has broken through and approached the hiding bunker of the foreign corps, and the flash of the British bayonet in the trench has illuminated the faces of the soldiers of the foreign corps.
Machine guns, rifle bullets fly over grenades, grenades fly around and explode, and the fire shines. Life disappears quickly at this moment, and death calls everyone’s name on the battlefield at any time.
At close combat, the soldiers of both sides have become ferocious beasts seeking to keep themselves alive.
The soldiers in the trench numbly threw grenades at the outside and blew the enemy to pieces. They no longer looked like people, but like death. If they didn’t kill themselves, they would kill them.
Everyone is struggling to resist, and everyone is waiting for death, and anger is burning in their chests. They have to fight and kill to protect themselves, and they have to take revenge on the enemy crazily.
When the enemy throws a bomb, we will throw two enemies and shoot one, and we will shoot two.
The offensive and defensive sides are in a state of strangulation, and no one dares to vent this tone first to see who can’t support the first one to fall first.
"Chug Chug …" The familiar rhythm of the machine gun sounded and Tugen jumped out of the ditch with a light machine gun in his hand. The fire was beating and the enemy’s blood was splashing everywhere.
Behind Tugen were several soldiers of the guard company, who threw grenades at the approaching enemy. In the fierce explosion, grenades bent forward and ran like cats, and thundered. In front of them, the British troops rushed face to face, and shrapnel was thrown into the flesh and blood.
The sound of "boo boo boo boo boo"
Soldiers have become ferocious, terrible, and extremely ferocious. Like a terrible demon, they throw grenades at anyone in front of them, and they will throw a Grenade at him mercilessly.