Chapter 437 Powerless Confrontation

The morning sun rises from the east, and the originally dim world suddenly becomes bright. The sunlight shines through the thin clouds and casts a faint red color on the ground, as if foreshadowing that a massacre is about to come to this land.

The moment Major General Jonas realized that enemy tanks were heading towards his defense line from the rear, his mind stopped and he stood there, not knowing what to do.

"General." The captain of the guard company shouted at him, "The enemy is coming. There are hundreds of tanks. What should we do?"

The commander of the guard company standing on the upper floor saw it clearly. In the sunlight, all he could see were French tanks. The closest one was only more than 300 meters away. He could even see the black muzzle of the tank.

The steel monsters were moving at full speed, "clacking" and rolling in like a sandstorm, as if they were going to submerge the small village of Pwell.

Major General Jonas hesitated and responded in panic: "Stop them and buy time for the main force!"

The captain of the guard company was speechless for a moment. How to stop it?

With a rifle?

Relying on a wooden house?

But it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders. Although he was full of doubts, he still shouted to his subordinates: "Prepare for battle!"

Without any hesitation, the soldiers mechanically picked up their rifles and took their positions.

This is the result of long-term training. The habits they develop in daily life will make them obey orders unconditionally and deploy troops according to the tactics of dealing with infantry.

But it seemed inappropriate at this time: some soldiers climbed onto the roof to set up machine guns, some were on the balcony, and others were guarding by the windows.

“Bang, bang.”

“Bang, bang, bang!”

…

The Germans opened fire first, and each bullet hit the tank with only a spark, even though some of them were K bullets.

This seemed to alert the French tanks.

The French army had not originally thought that there were still enemies on the wooden church. That would have been tantamount to seeking death, but the sparks from the German guns told them that this was not the case.

The tanks in the front slowed down.

They didn't even plan to stop. They adjusted the muzzles of their guns and cannons slightly while moving, and then fired crazily at the so-called "overlording" enemies in the church.

Machine gun bullets hit the wooden board with a "pa pa" sound. Rays of light followed the bullet holes and pierced through the void like sharp swords, hitting the German soldiers hiding behind them and making their flesh and blood fly.

The 37mm gun fired shells right after that, and each explosion brought up a cloud of wood chips. The German soldiers screamed and were blown several meters away by the shock wave. Even those who were not hit directly by the shells had their bodies pierced with various sized splinters of wood with spikes. They lay on the ground, bleeding and twitching, breathing in but not out.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Major General Jonas hurriedly retreated towards the trench area with his bodyguards.

Before they had run far, the tanks behind them rumbled up, and several guards dragged Jonas to hide behind a wooden house.

But this is obviously not a good idea.

Without any psychological preparation, with a "bang", a tank crashed into the wooden house, making a big hole and passing through it.

The two guards who were holding guns and pressed against the wooden wall didn't even have time to make a sound before they were crushed into meat paste. Blood plasma spurted out to both sides along with the wood blocks, just like a burst watermelon splashing all over Major General Jonas' face, warm and smelly.

Major General Jonas was stunned. He looked at the two pools of flesh and blood on the ground in horror. They had already mixed with the mud and were indistinguishable from each other, but there were still clear tracks. The remaining limbs were still "swinging" on both sides because they were stretched out, and they were even twitching constantly.

Major General Jonas is a veteran who has made many military achievements and is known for his bravery.

But at this moment, Major General Jonas was frightened. He truly realized the insignificance of human power and realized that his troops and all his preparations could not fight against the machines. It was meaningless except for death.

"Surrender." Major General Jonas murmured, his voice trembling and deep fear in his eyes.

"What?" The captain of the guard company was a little bit unconvinced that this was what Major General Jonas said.

"Surrender." Major General Jonas raised his voice: "Now, immediately!"

He just wanted to get away from it all, the sooner the better!

"Yes, General." The captain of the guard company responded and turned to his men and shouted, "Did you hear me? Surrender! Prepare the white flag!"

Immediately, a quick guard tore off a white tablecloth from the house, quickly tied it to a broom and waved it at the French army.

They were lucky that this time Charles' orders were to keep the prisoners.

The reason was that there were too many enemies, and there were an estimated 30,000 wounded. If they were all killed, it might cause a backlash from the German army: in subsequent battlefields, the German army would fight to the end no matter how bad the situation was, because they knew that surrender was meaningless and would lead to death anyway.

The tanks continued to move forward. They ignored the guys who raised their rifles above their heads and drove towards the trench area on their own.

The armored vehicles behind caught up, and the soldiers on the vehicles pointed machine guns and rifles at the German army, with vigilance and threats in their eyes and index fingers on the triggers ready to pull the trigger at any time.

The last to come were the Belgian guerrillas, some of whom were even villagers. They were responsible for taking the weapons from the Germans and gathering the prisoners into a pile.

The German soldiers in the trench area a few hundred meters away had no idea what was happening. Some of them thought that the tanks coming from the rear were their own tanks and were waving at them excitedly.

…

Soon, information about the successful capture of the village of Pville reached Charles's headquarters.

The results of the battle surprised Charles somewhat: more than 20,000 German soldiers surrendered, there were more than 6,000 seriously wounded soldiers who had not been transported away in time, as well as a large amount of supplies and a usable line of defense.

You have to know that this time there was only one armored regiment and one mechanized regiment rushing to the village of Pville, with a total strength of more than 6,000 people, but they were able to defeat the German army, which was several times their number, so easily.

But when you think about it, it seems normal. Wars are never fought with a comparison of military strength, but with strength and strategy.

On the other hand, the German troops in Pourville might have been tormented enough: they had successfully broken through the encirclement before and were saved from a desperate situation, but they did not expect to be surrounded again within a few days and stabbed in the back by the French army. After such ups and downs, it was easy for them to have a mentality that collapsed.

Tijani, who was guarding the radio station, asked Charles excitedly: "What should we do now? Let the guerrillas guard Pville?"

Insufficient infantry has always been Charles's concern, which is why he only sent one armored regiment and one mechanized regiment to such an important place as Tamville.

Charles shook his head. The Germans might launch a fierce attack on Pourville, and the guerrillas, who had no combat experience or even basic training, would not be able to stop their attack.

"Contact General Foch," Charles said, "and ask him to send reinforcements."

Then Charles added: "Let them march without worry, our armored regiment will open a passage to meet them!"

(End of this chapter)