Expedition to Europe

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The German commander defending Erbecourt is called Heimer. He is the commander of the 4th Bavarian Division and has the rank of major general.

Heimer was very upset today, so his aide-de-camp did not dare to get too close to him, fearing that when Heimer was angry, he would hurt innocent people. But the aide-de-camp did not dare to get too far away from Heimer, fearing that he would not hear when Heimer called him. This distance was really difficult to grasp.

Before going to bed at night, Heimer had broken three cups, a phone, two bottles of ink, and his dinner.

The aide-de-camp knew that the reason Heimer was angry was the foreign legion that had been pretending to attack but had not launched an attack today.

Thinking of the despicableness of that unit, the aide-de-camp was extremely angry.

He had never seen such a shameless army.

The aide-de-camp dared to swear.

The commander of this unit has no chivalry at all. They have no concept of honor and are not worthy of the profession of a soldier. Mean and shameless are their synonyms, and dirty and vulgar will be their epitaphs.

If they dare to attack.

Thinking of this, the aide-de-camp was in a gloomy mood. If this unit really launched an attack, then the glorious and great German army might not be able to destroy them. The artillery deployed on the second line of defense has been lost. The entire artillery regiment was almost wiped out, and the remaining part of the soldiers also lost their combat effectiveness. Even if they retain their combat effectiveness, it is useless. All the artillery has been destroyed. If they want to wait for the artillery to be replenished, they will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon for a train to come.

More than half of the troops stationed on the first line of defense were killed or wounded. A fully reorganized regiment only had more than 500 people left after fighting for a day.

No, they did not fight for a day, it should be said that they were beaten for a day.

The kind of beating that could not be fought back at all, being teased and beaten.

Oh my God, when did the great German army degenerate to such a level?

The aide-de-camp was in a heavy mood, and for the first time he was confused about the prospects of the war.

The reason was not because of this disgusting army, but because of this rainy weather.

Well, the Germans were slow to react to the humor of foreigners, and foreigners could not understand the humor of Germans.

After nightfall, Heimer sent a battalion to support overnight, and sent auxiliary soldiers to transport the wounded, and also sent some military supplies. God knows what happened to the first line of defense. They didn't fire a single shot today. Could it be that the bullets they had stored before were all bitten by rats?

The aide-de-camp tightened his coat, glanced at Heimer through the crack in the door, and after making sure that Heimer had fallen asleep, he leaned against the fireplace and prepared to take the time to sleep. This is the third line of defense of the German army, located in a small village called Biash. Behind the village is the Somme River, and there is no problem with safety.

...

Elbecourt.

After Wang Dingshan threw the grenade, he saw Chen Kangjian had already drilled through the gap he had cut. Wang Dingshan took out two more grenades, threw them out and rushed forward with Chen Kangjian.

Boom...

Amid the violent explosion, more than a dozen soldiers drilled through the gap and rushed towards the German trench.

More soldiers knelt beside the barbed wire with pliers and began to break it. They wanted to cut more gaps so that more people could rush through.

"Shoot, shoot!" The desperate roar of the Germans came from the bunker, followed by the low roar of MG08, and the busy row of soldiers beside the barbed wire were knocked to the ground one after another.

"Grenade!" Chen Kangjian shouted, took out two Mills grenades and smashed them on the top cover of the bunker, and waited for three seconds before stuffing them into the shooting hole.

Boom...

A lot of smoke and dust sprayed out from the shooting hole, like the anger from the nostrils of a ground dragon.

"Kill, kill in!" Chen Kangjian took the lead and jumped into the trench.

"Ah..." Two German soldiers rushed over screaming, the bayonets on their rifles flashing coldly, hitting their chests.

"Bang!" Chen Kangjian pulled the trigger, and a tongue of fire spurted out of the shotgun in his hand.

The two German soldiers immediately threw away their rifles, covered their faces with their hands and screamed loudly. Their faces had been shot into sieves.

"Spread left and right, grenades open the way, and shotguns follow." Chen Kangjian shouted loudly, pulling the butt of the gun in his hand, a No. 12 shell jumped out of the magazine with a sound of white smoke, and another bullet was immediately pushed into the chamber.

Shotguns and grenades are indeed powerful weapons for trench warfare. Chen Kangjian jumped into the trench and rushed less than 20 meters, and had already hit seven or eight German soldiers. There was almost no enemy in front of Chen Kangjian. The Germans had just turned their rifles and were shot down by Chen Kangjian before they rushed to Chen Kangjian.

The Germans shot by shotguns were miserable. Those who were killed directly were quicker. Those who were not killed were covered with bullet holes, as dense as honeycombs. Being shot by shotguns was basically hopeless. With current medical methods, the bullets in their bodies could not be removed at all. Even if they barely survived, they would suffer for the rest of their lives.

The soldiers of the Foreign Legion had received trench warfare training before. They were in groups of three, with one person firing, one loading, and the last throwing grenades.

The German resistance melted away quickly like snow in the sun, and the army collapsed.

"Battalion commander, the entrance and exit are here!" Soon, the German resistance retreated into the tunnel.

"Grenade, put on clothes." Chen Kangjian put the shotgun on his shoulder, took out the Mills grenade and put it on the steel ball bag.

"Try this!" Chen Kangjian's arm strength was not as good as Zheng Dali's, but it was not much different. The grenade was flat and straight, flying straight into the tunnel.

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"Bang!" Just as Chen Kangjian threw the grenade, someone in the tunnel fired a gun, and the bullet hit Chen Kangjian's arm.

"Fortunately, I have thrown it away!" Chen Kangjian covered his arm and secretly rejoiced. He knew the power of this grenade with steel balls, and didn't want to experience it himself.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded inside the tunnel.

"Damn..."

"Save me!"

"Oh no..."

The screams of the Germans came from the tunnel, and I don't know if there was anyone who shot coldly just now.

"Come again!" Chen Kangjian let the medical soldier bandage his wound with his bare chest. As for whether there was a bullet in the muscle, he wanted to talk about it after the battle.

Chen Kangjian wanted to personally eliminate these stubborn Germans and see if he could make a small fortune. Chen Kangjian now had a group of people to support.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A dozen grenades were thrown in at the same time, all of which were filled with materials.

Boom boom boom...

After a violent explosion, there was no sound in the tunnel.

"Go!" Chen Kangjian gave an order, and Wang Dingshan took the lead with a Lewis machine gun.

They still advanced gradually in groups, and did not use grenades until they reached the corner. After each grenade was thrown, the Lewis machine gun would always roar and follow up, and at least two of them would appear together every time, and there would never be a break in firepower.

The Germans' resistance melted as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun. They could not resist this level of attack.

When the gunshots and explosions in the tunnel stopped completely, Chen Kangjian looked at his watch, four twenty.

It took one hour from the beginning of the attack to the end of the battle.

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