The boat is slower than expected.
It took a while to get out of the original German trench lot. The original part of the lot was pulled with barbed wire. Some British people pulled it, and some German teams pulled it. The black curved wire occasionally appeared on the horizontal plane.
It’s even more difficult here to cut off the barbed wire pliers, then pick the bamboo poles aside and row the boat over.
"I don’t know when it will take so much trouble!" A soldier said with a yawn
Then Marcus suddenly "hissed" a little-all the soldiers stopped with small shovels.
There are several black shadows in front of the faint moonlight, and the water is turned over one by one, and they make a loud noise.
"This is just a few ducks!" A soldier said
Rommel reached out and said, "Quiet! Don’t go out! "
Surrounded by silence, the moonlight shines on the water, and the water is slightly rippling, shining and shimmering.
This circle of sparkling Rommel’s eyes slowly expanded.
In the air, the machine roared slightly, and the moonlight jumped on the water!
"British tanks! They are coming! " Sergeant Marcus exclaimed.
There was a mist on the water in the middle of the night. At the end of the mist, black monsters raised their heads from the water to reveal their ferocious figures and the high muzzle.
Although the vague figure is far away, the tank looks strange, but it can be concluded that these ups and downs monsters are tanks
Tanks lined up and broke through the cold mirror like a warship, and the huge roar shook, and even the small boat trembled.
"Commandant! We must row back as soon as possible or we won’t be able to come! " Marcus road
"I can’t come!" Rommel said, "We can’t compete with tanks."
"Then we have to fight. Are we just going to die here?" Marcus cried
"Now we can take the opportunity to kill a few British people. Killing one at the bottom is enough to kill two people." Rommel said with a smile.
"No, we can’t wait for death here in vain. We must at least strive for a brother to row back and row hard!" Marcus shouted loudly that he was a little out of control.
"I won’t force you to die with me, but I won’t do this with you. I want to save all my strength to kill the enemy." Rommel said and turned over the dinghy, while Marcus shouted and ordered him to paddle away quickly.
But Rommel knew they couldn’t go far, and the British would chase them.
Chapter 441 The Battle of Orleans (1)
Rommel emerged from the water to hide behind a pile of mud. At this moment, a fierce large-caliber machine gun sounded and a series of bullets flashed across the water, giving off a dazzling light. In the distance, the boat that was desperately rowing back was instantly torn to pieces, and sawdust flew half over the water.
A tank passed by Rommel’s huge body, and the waves rushed to Rommel’s hiding place. The waves did not pass over the mound and his head.
When tanks first appeared on the battlefield, many Germans laughed at these heavy iron coffins, but soon they knew that these monsters were the most terrible war machines, and German soldiers were more afraid of them than cannons.
Although enemy artillery is sometimes fired closely, the infantry generally can’t see the fire when they are fired, and when the shells fly, he always makes a whistling sound to show that people can take the lead in avoiding it, but the tank monster can gallop around everywhere. They roll in and out of the crater as if they were unstoppable, spewing smoke and fire and destroying them everywhere. They are armored and invulnerable, like a steel, and hungry animals should be stared at by it to avoid it. On the theory of infantry, all means can be tolerated by them. In the face of these behemoths, the infantry are nothing but a few straws.
However, this situation changed completely after the appearance of China people, because China people issued something called a rocket launcher, which can easily penetrate these tank armor and make these tanks really become living coffins.
But now Rommel doesn’t have a bazooka to resist these tanks.
Therefore, those heavy tanks with armored platoons rolling in long rows here have become the best weapon to break through the barbed wire in the water. They are crushed into the soil and followed by infantry, who hold some bamboo stalks as signs to mark the infantry’s progress after the tanks cross the outdated route.
There are two big iron boxes hanging from the tank body. When passing through those big trenches, the whole tank can float on the water and easily cross those wide trenches.
These wide anti-tank trenches were lost.
Behind the tank are the British and French allied forces. Some of them are also tied with one or two lifebuoys. When they encounter a ditch, they swim over it. Although there are some bumps, they can successfully pass through it one by one. Before the flooding, they sacrificed a lot and could not break through the barbed wire and the ditch. No wonder the command department of the regiment asked Zhang Yiping to discharge the flood quickly
In the distance, the sound of guns and fire reflected about half the sky guarding the beachhead. The German team attacked, but from Rommel’s discovery that the allied forces passed by him in an endless stream and advanced rapidly, Rommel knew that the situation was unfavorable to the Germans, and the German defense line might have been broken.
Rommel knew that it was time for the German defeat before he came to the Duke of albrecht’s army group. Despite the help of the Chinese regiment, he was able to save the day.
The Duke of albrecht’s regiment hid a secret from the Chinese regiment. The German army on the east side of this front from the outskirts of Paris to Van Leden suffered a heavy defeat.
There, Coalition planes fly freely in groups. They often chase every fleeing German like goshawk catching rabbits. They panic in a German plane with five planes, and five strong soldiers attack an exhausted German soldier. Each German often only has one commissary bread a week, while the Coalition forces can enjoy fifty cans of canned meat and complain that they have no choice in taste.
German soldiers are brave, tenacious and experienced good soldier. They didn’t defeat the enemy’s gun attack, but gave them supplies because they had no food and bullets. The country was clamoring for a revolution.
It can be said that Germany failed not because the enemy was strong, but because of those good capitalists and social revolutionaries.
Rommel thought wildly that he was lying in the mud so tightly that he was immersed in the mud and did not dare to move.
Until dawn, the artillery fire had gone, and the British and French Coalition forces continued to pass Rommel, with almost no end.
Rommel still dare not move.
Although he told Sergeant Marcus that he was not afraid of death, he tried his best not to die if he could.
It is an honor for a German official to die in battle, but it is a bit unexpected to die like this.
Rommel had thought that if he eventually died in the battlefield, it would be such a few possibilities.
First, gunfire, poisonous gas, smoke and tanks were killed in the battlefield, and then the bodies were forced to be crushed by tanks and then rotted and disappeared. There was not even a grave left to commemorate.
Second, he died of dysentery, flu, typhoid fever, asthma, fever and other diseases, or was injured in the trench and then carried to the hospital for emergency treatment. He died and was finally buried in the cemetery with a stone tablet as a memorial.
Of course, there is another possibility that he can return to his hometown and die of old age after the war, but this may be almost impossible.
At noon, the water level suddenly dropped, but the number of people passing through the Coalition forces increased. The whole swamp was like the earth, and several long queues could not see their heads at a glance.
The water didn’t come out until late, but which ditches were still full of water, but Rommel could come out of the water. At this time, he was already wrinkled like an old woman.
But the road next to him and the British and French Coalition forces are moving and burning torches, and he still dares not move.
Rommel fell asleep as soon as he was too tired.
The next day, the fierce sun shone on Rommel. Although he was covered with a thick layer of mud, it also made him feel uncomfortable.
He opened his eyes and felt a little dizzy. In the light, he saw a team marching slowly along the road carved out by the British and French Coalition forces yesterday, but the only difference of this army was that their helmets were covered, and many of them were yellow-skinned and black-eyed. Among the China people, there were some Central Europeans.
That is to say, the Foreign Corps of the Chinese Communist Youth League! Rommel was so happy that he wanted to stand up, but he did move. At once, a rifle was aimed at him and clicked his gun.
"I’m German!" Rommel said in German because he saw the rifle aimed at him, not from China, but from the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
"Germans?" Yuan Zhixiang came quickly and shouted in blunt German. Yuan Zhixiang knows a few German words. The word German just happens to be able to listen and speak.
Rommel hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I am German. I want to see your commander!" "
But no one could understand what he said. Although those auxiliary soldiers are European Hungarians, they are all from humble backgrounds and farmers. They have never seen much of the world. They can’t understand Rommel’s words in their small local languages.
Yuan Zhixiang couldn’t understand what Rommel said, but so what? He recently lost an auxiliary soldier, but this filling was handed to Rommel from the canteen and said, "A drink will help you get rid of the flu threat. I think you have a cold!"
This Rommel still knows that he screwed the kettle and drank a mouthful of bitter taste, but the bitter taste is nothing to Rommel. This is a traditional Chinese medicine that can prevent and treat influenza, and it has also been promoted in the German team.
Yuan Zhixiang never gave Rommel a pie again, and he didn’t say that Rommel would eat it. He wolfed down a bite and removed a third.
However, Yuan Zhixiang didn’t give him much chance to eat slowly, but pointed his hand forward and shouted, "Ermao dog, dog, dog!" "