Chapter 46: Disastrous Defeat
A dozen small black dots flew over in the sky and crashed into the German attack line.
Boom! boom! boom! !
There were explosions one after another in the woods. The power of these hand-activated grenades was about the same as grenades. A dozen of them exploded at the same time, creating a metal storm composed of fragments and steel balls in front of the German army's queue.
“It’s a rifle grenade! Hide it! Hide it quickly!”
"Get down! Everyone get down!"
"Medic! Someone is injured!"
The German skirmisher line was in a mess, and the wounded were being dragged away.
In fact, the effectiveness of grenade weapons will decrease in the woods. Dense trees will weaken part of the fragmentation damage, so no one in the German army has been killed so far.
But being attacked without even seeing the enemy is a huge blow to morale. The veterans can still rely on their experience to rely on each other to cover, while the supplementary soldiers who have just entered the battlefield are scared to death like ostriches. The dead ones were buried in the grass.
"Get up! Get up quickly! They need time to reload. Rush to the stone wall as a cover to suppress their firepower!" The commander of the team gave some boots to the recruits lying on the ground and urged the veterans to take the lead and continue the charge.
After two rounds of mines and grenades, there were less than twenty German troops who rushed to the stone wall. Under the leadership of the commander, the MAP18 submachine gunners responsible for suppressing fire began to rely on the stone wall to shoot at the opposite side.
Thud, tug, tug! ! ! After a burst of roasting beans, bursts of white smoke rose in the direction of a suspected grenade position on the opposite side, but soon the gunfire stopped again (need to change the magazine)
"Damn! This thing is calculated What suppressive fire!" a staff sergeant complained angrily.
No way, the German army's standard light machine gun during World War I was the MG08/15 rapid-fire model. Although it is called a light machine gun, it actually only reduced the water tank to slightly reduce the weight. It still cannot be moved at will in actual combat. , causing the German army to rely only on submachine guns in small-scale conflicts.
At this time, figures were shaking in the glass windows of the villa opposite.
“Are you all ready?” He Chi asked in the room. The other people did not answer but just nodded and raised the dark thing in their hands-the legal Lebel M1907/15 light machine gun. .
With a total weight of 7.9 kilograms, this thing is more than twice as light as the German machine gun, and can be operated by one person.
Four legal Lebel M1907/15 light machine guns exposed their black muzzles from the window, aimed at the line of the stone wall, and began to spray fierce firepower!
Thud, tug, tug, tug! ! ! !
Chug tug tug tug! ! ! ! !
Rubbles were flying for a while, and the German MAP18 submachine gun was unable to fight back. It was pinned under the stone wall and could not lift its head.
The French light machine guns with sufficient ammunition even have time to "take turns" with each other, always maintaining continuous suppression of the firepower of the two guns.
"Fuck! Who is attacking?" the German commander leading the team couldn't help but curse.
Despite this, the Germans still did not retreat. Instead, they hugged their heads and huddled behind the stone wall, occasionally firing back a burst of bullets. Because their task is to attract the attention of the defenders and create conditions for the friendly forces in the rear.
Compared with the banging and banging fighting in the front, the silence behind the villa was eerie. The 20 German veterans used skillful tactical movements to slowly approach the target.
The explosions and machine gunfire ahead did not affect them at all. In other words, the more intense the battle ahead, the more beneficial it would be for them.
We were about to leave the jungle, but there was still no French guard in front. The leading soldiers made gestures to each other in preparation.
Waving with one hand, a platoon of German soldiers swarmed forward and rushed out of the woods at the same time towards the manor.
Click!
The sound of mechanical loading.
Crash, a bullet belt was thrown over. Right in front of the charge, the black muzzle of a heavy machine gun was pointed at them. Behind them, a giant man over 2 meters tall held the launch switch. The soldiers who were charging forward could even see the white of his mouth. teeth.
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A group of black crows were frightened and flew into the sky croaking.
The dull sound of the bullet hitting the object was like a hammer, which struck the heart of every German soldier on the periphery. The sound of the heavy machine gun was different from other continuous-firing weapons, and even soldiers with a little experience could hear it.
Those who have fought in a war all know how desperate it is to encounter a heavy machine gun in front of you when charging.
That is almost like committing suicide.
A messenger ran over panting and whispered something next to the major. The look on his face was so panicked that the soldier even forgot to salute.
This is extremely rare in the German army, which always pays attention to discipline.
The color on the major's face became more and more serious as the report was made. He raised his telescope again to look at the smoke rising in the distance, and finally spit out a sentence from his teeth, "Get everyone in front to get out!"
Metzel, standing aside, said nothing, with a puzzled look on his face.
A few minutes later, at the German temporary camp, Metzel consciously took on the task of counting casualties.
"Thirteen people were injured, eight were killed, and one is missing. He may have fallen in the woods and was not found." Metzel reported with a notebook.
At this time, a soldier ran over and whispered something next to him.
"Sorry, correction, 11 people were injured, 10 were killed, and two did not survive the first aid." Metzer crossed out a new number in the notebook.
Hearing this sentence, the expression on the major's face was ugly. A total of 50 people had a casualty rate of more than 40%. They had not even seen the appearance of their opponent clearly. They could be replaced by any commander. The officials will be furious.
"Strange, really strange." Metzer muttered to himself after observing the wounded soldiers.
"What's weird, don't say half of it." The major urged unhappily, as if he had forgotten that he had once said that Metzer would not be involved in command decisions.
"Sir, please see, all the fallen soldiers were shot in the front of their chests, not a single bullet hit their sides or backs." Metzel pointed to the bloody hole in the chests of the fallen. .
"So what?" The major didn't understand what the one-eyed ensign meant.
"It means they were attacked by fire from the front."
"Do you think I'm a fool? This soldier who came back alive has already reported it." Hearing this kind of innuendo The major reprimanded him unhappily.
"I mean they only encountered sudden fire attacks from the front." The one-eyed second lieutenant added what he just said.
"What do you mean..." The major seemed to understand.
"They were not hit by crossfire, and as an ambush, crossfire is the most effective method. Although the French are more stupid, they should still have this kind of military common sense."
"If they were here Place two machine guns or even submachine guns on the flanks of the position. I will shoot Those who dared to come back alive didn't even get a slap in the face.
The reason why they didn't do this was probably not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't. In other words..."
"Their number was very small. There are not enough people to control firearms." The second lieutenant's single eye radiated a light that could see through his opponent.
(End of this chapter)