Chapter 414 It’s actually a cannon!
This guerrilla force was the "Belgian National Front", with a total of more than 500 members, most of whom were wounded and stragglers who stayed behind when the Belgian army retreated. Their military quality was not comparable to that of ordinary guerrilla forces.
They fought in an organized manner, with four of the ten 37mm guns assigned to the front and back. After the tanks at both ends were destroyed, they blocked the road, and even though the tanks in the middle were unscathed, they were trapped and unable to move.
The guerrillas, who had the advantage of terrain, fired grenades and bullets at the German army.
The German army was thrown into chaos. They initially tried to hold their ground, but after two cars filled with gasoline were ignited and exploded, they completely collapsed and fled in all directions.
Major Generals Erwin and Nicolas escaped from the ambush under the cover of their guards.
Major General Nicolas did not hesitate and immediately ordered his subordinates to gather the defeated soldiers.
"The enemy is not strong." Major General Nicholas held his pistol and looked vigilantly in the direction where the gunfire came from: "As long as we take back the high ground, we can still take the initiative."
We must at least blow up the highway bridge, Major General Nicolas thought, otherwise Charles's troops will drive straight in from here all the way to Brussels.
That is the capital of Belgium and has important symbolic significance to Belgium!
Erwin said nothing.
Major General Nicolas's consideration was correct. By gathering the defeated soldiers and the infantry following up from the rear, at least one or two thousand people could be gathered.
It is not difficult for them to use them to attack guerrillas.
However, didn't Charles think of this?
Just as he was thinking about it, the terrifying sound of an engine rang out in the sky again.
Then Erwin understood what was going on.
"No, General," Erwin said. "We can't do that. If we don't want to be captured, we should change our course now."
As they were speaking, bombers emerged from the clouds, roared at a low altitude, and dropped bombs on the German troops on the road.
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Unlike other wealthy people who like to live in the 15th and 16th districts, James prefers to live in the city center. He believes that it is more convenient to travel and do things in the city center, and he can also obtain information earlier and faster.
James was not feeling well that day and stayed in his villa in District 2 all day.
He felt better around ten in the morning, so he asked the butler to bring breakfast to his bedroom.
The butler placed the breakfast on the small table by the window and placed the newspaper next to it as James usually did: "There is an express edition today, sir."
"Oh." James was not surprised. He said with some sarcasm: "Is it Charles's heroic appearance on the parade ground?"
"No, sir," the butler replied, "Charles was not at the parade, nor were his troops, who were advancing on the Germans at Cambrai."
James was stunned and instantly lost interest in enjoying breakfast. He quickly went forward and grabbed the newspaper. He saw that it said: "At nine o'clock, when the military parade began, Charles' troops had already launched an attack on the German defense line!"
James snorted disdainfully: "Without artillery, you want to break through the German defense line with only tanks. What's the difference between this and seeking death?"
James had always thought that Charles would wait until his new artillery was mass-produced before launching a counterattack. After all, his factory was working hard to speed up the production.
This was a mistake made by Charles, James thought. Charles wanted to show his strength to the French people on National Day!
The Germans would teach him a lesson.
However, the butler replied hesitantly: "Sir, I heard that Charles' army has broken through the German lines, and the newspaper's information is lagging behind!"
"Breakthrough?" James glanced at the butler, then shook his head with certainty: "No, it's impossible. This is a rumor. People think that Charles can't fail, so..."
The phone rang and James stood up and picked up the receiver. Paulina's voice came from the other end. She only said two words: "Sir."
"Bad news?" James' heart sank. He had a bad feeling.
"Yes," Pauline replied, "perhaps you have heard that Charles has broken through the German lines."
James sighed softly, acknowledging this.
At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved: "This is not bad news. It has nothing to do with us."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, and then he slowly added: "Charles used the 'Saint Salmon' to break through the German defense line."
"What? 'Saint Salmon'?" James exploded instantly. He asked sharply, "Are you kidding? 'Saint Salmon' is impossible!"
"Sir, every word I said is true." Paulina said helplessly, "It was the 'Saint-Samond'. Charles simply removed the machine gun and made some minor changes, using it as artillery to attack the enemy's 105mm howitzer position!"
James stood there in a daze, not reacting for a long time.
He had been struggling with this problem for some time, thinking about Charles' intention of buying "Saint Salmon" whenever he had time, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Now that Paulina has pointed it out, I finally understand what is going on.
"He used it as a cannon! He actually used 'Saint Salmon' as a cannon!" He suddenly felt dizzy. If the butler hadn't stepped forward in time to support James, he would have fainted on the ground.
"Why didn't I think of that?" James sat down on the bed and muttered to himself, "It's not a tank, it's a cannon. God, I invented it, but I gave it to Charles! This bastard, he always knew it..."
James buried his face in his hands in distress.
When James calmed down a little, the butler handed the microphone to James again: "Sir, Paulina seems to have something to say."
James took the phone weakly, only to hear Paulina lower her voice: "Sir, Grevi and Armand are arrested."
James said "hmm" lightly, it was just a small matter.
"You know what to do," James replied. "Leave no trace. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
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That afternoon, Major Dura received a shocking news: Charles' grandfather, Francis, was found dead in his bedroom of a heart attack.
"This can't be a heart attack, Major." Gabriel said anxiously: "We just arrested Grevi, and everyone knows that Francis and Grevi have a close relationship..."
"Really?" Major Dura interrupted Gabriel coldly: "If there is a murderer, who do you think did it?"
Gabriel opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Everyone knew it was James. Francis was the matchmaker between James and the right wing. When Francis died, the clue was cut off.
But this is just speculation, and there is nothing we can do to him without evidence.
even……
Gabriel looked at Major Dura with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Major Dura should have expected this result a long time ago, but he did not deploy people to protect Francis in advance.
In other words, it was actually Major Dura who gave James the opportunity to silence him?
Gabriel swallowed hard and got goose bumps all over his body.
The world is full of crises, and it's not just the battlefields where lives are at risk!
(End of this chapter)
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