Chapter 124 Those Are Just Flies
Soon, the German army's fears became a reality.
Carter lowered the nose of the plane and dived towards the front of the British trenches, where dense teams of German soldiers were chasing the fleeing British soldiers.
As Carter pulled the trigger on the controller, rows of dense bullets were fired madly at the German troops on the ground, and two rows of German troops who were charging in a group were instantly swept down.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere!
The German troops that had been advancing like a tide just now were obviously stagnant, and many people were still lying on the ground, not daring to get up.
This attack from the air, and from machine guns, made them feel fear in their hearts. Not only did they have no escape, but it was also an all-round attack from all directions that they could not imagine, leaving them at a loss as to what to do.
At this moment, tens of thousands of elite German troops who were winning the victory and were about to break through the enemy's defense line suddenly felt that they were surrounded, and their high morale suffered a severe setback in an instant.
The British army took advantage of this opportunity to stabilize its position and reorganize its defense.
The British officer was originally a conceited young man who did not believe in the "Charles legend", but at this moment, he shouted with relief: "God, Charles saved us!"
After all, the German commander Cross was a veteran who had fought on the battlefield for decades. Although he was shocked that the French planes were equipped with machine guns, he still judged that these planes were actually insignificant to the battle situation.
"They only have six planes!" Cross shouted to the staff officer, "They can't carry much ammunition. Order the troops to ignore them and keep moving!"
Soon, Cross's orders were transmitted to the front line:
"Keep going, they don't have many bullets!"
"Keep going, the planes can't stop us!"
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However, the soldiers did not believe it.
Soldiers are accustomed to interpreting such explanations from their superiors as "lies". There are too many such things on the battlefield. In order to motivate soldiers to charge towards the enemy's defense line regardless of life and death, superiors always weave beautiful lies one after another:
"The enemy is easily defeated!"
"We are going to gain military merit!"
"The enemy doesn't have many shells left. We are about to win!"
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By the time the soldiers discovered that this was not the case, it was often too late to come back and question the liars.
The veterans were fed up with this, and this time, they judged that this was just another piece of "nonsense" from their superiors.
Therefore, when the two planes swooped down on them again, spewing flames, the German army began to retreat. At first, they were still orderly, but soon they were fleeing madly under the pursuit of the planes, and each of them was rolling and crawling in the mud in a miserable state.
The battle in the sky was still going on. More than a dozen Avro planes appeared in the sky. Under the cover of fighter planes, they flew towards the German balloons as if they were in an empty space.
If any German planes tried to crash into the "rocket planes", the fighter planes would take the lead and shoot them down one by one.
“Boom boom!”
"boom!"
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The three reconnaissance balloons successively turned into dazzling fireballs in the air and disappeared without a trace in a very short time.
One of the balloons was still descending. Perhaps it sensed the danger and was being urgently recovered. It was so close to the ground that the flames of the explosion spread to hundreds of German soldiers on the ground, causing chaos.
Cross rushed out of the headquarters in a rage, looking at the planes still flying around in the sky and yelling to the staff: "Those are just flies. Although we can't drive them away, as long as we pretend they don't exist, they won't be of any use. Tell everyone I know!"
"Yes, General!" the staff officer responded and immediately went to organize manpower to reorganize the frightened soldiers.
However, when Cross was about to return to the headquarters, there was a sudden explosion behind him.
Cross looked back in confusion; he recognized the explosion coming from the artillery position.
Then a signalman came forward to report: "General, enemy planes attacked our artillery positions, and the ammunition truck exploded!"
Cross was stunned, and suddenly felt a chill from the heart. He finally realized that these were not a group of insignificant flies.
After returning to the headquarters, Cross sent a telegram to Chief of Staff Falkenhayn:
"It is certain that the French brought the Maxim machine gun on board the plane. This is probably Charles's masterpiece again!"
"They look insignificant, just a few planes and not much ammunition!"
"However, they fly in the air at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour and can attack any of our weak points!"
"Artillery positions, ammunition transport vehicles, field hospitals, warehouses, and even my headquarters!"
"No part of us is safe. Please make sure to make up for this weakness, otherwise it will be a nightmare for our army!"
Falkenhayn did not take the telegram seriously. He simply replied: "Then let the infantry set up the Maxim gun and shoot them down. They are vulnerable!"
Cross looked helpless when he saw the call back.
The Chief of the General Staff may be a brilliant strategist, but he is out of touch with reality on the tactical level.
If a Maxim tank is set up at every weak point in the rear, every place that may be attacked by enemy aircraft, it means that the troops at the front will not have a Maxim tank, which is a failure in itself.
But Cross said nothing. He knew from the word "vulnerable" that the Chief of the General Staff, like everyone else, still did not take the aircraft seriously.
Cross held the telegram in his hand and sighed solemnly: "The pattern of war is about to change, but only the blood of the soldiers can make them realize their mistakes!"
He was the first officer besides Charles to deeply understand the importance of the Air Force, and perhaps the only one.
Because both Albert I and General Charles thought it was a fluke.
"Charles knows how to scare off the enemy!" Albert I looked at the gradually darkening sky with a look of relief: "He bought us some time!"
"Yes!" General Charles agreed: "It's hard to imagine what would happen if the Germans continued to advance regardless of everything. Those few planes could not stop the German offensive at all!"
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At Rodanthe Airport, fighter jets landed one after another.
The ground crew had received the victory telegram from the front, and they gathered to congratulate the pilot.
However, the pilots collapsed to the ground immediately after jumping out of the plane weakly. Some of them were pale and gasping for breath, while others bent over and vomited loudly.
Carter in particular was vomiting and coughing painfully, his eyes bloodshot. He would never forget the scene of planes diving and strafing the infantry, with human bodies shattering in front of his eyes like garbage, although it was only a flash.
He couldn't believe that it was his hand that did it, he felt like a murderer, a serial killer... even though he knew clearly that those were his enemies and that it was right to do so!
(End of this chapter)
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