Chapter 944 Maybe We Can Give It a Try
Searching the forest was a thankless chore.
The German army had a strong fighting spirit. Although they were burned by the fire, the German troops hiding in the fortifications still had a chance to survive.
If the British and American troops, who are not good at jungle warfare, go deep into the jungle to fight, various "accidents" may occur.
Charles assigned such tasks to the British and American troops not only to protect their own people, but also to establish his authority.
Representatives of the "League of Nations" were almost always paying attention to this battle.
In their eyes, if the British and American coalition forces were only capable of assisting the French army led by Charles, and suffered heavy casualties, the result would be self-evident.
No matter how much sacrifice the British and American troops made and how much effort they put in, they will eventually be looked down upon, while the French army will be deified.
"The forest has been burned by the Charles, and few Germans can breathe."
"But the British and American coalition forces are still fighting so hard. What does this mean?"
"If the French army did this, the result would definitely not be like this. They would easily wipe out those Germans!"
Only the British and American soldiers themselves know the pain, but they have nowhere to speak out because everyone has already accepted it.
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Charles' First Armored Corps, under the protection of British and American troops, marched into the "Centipede Passage" with great momentum.
There were British and American soldiers everywhere on both sides of the road, and the sound of gunfire in the forest was constant and very dense.
British and American soldiers were sent in from time to time, and they carried out groups of wounded soldiers.
The French soldiers driving tanks and cars were looking down from a high position. They looked at everything with a teasing look in their eyes, and inexplicably felt a sense of pride and superiority in their hearts.
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At half past ten in the morning, the sun shone into the trenches on the Saarbrücken front.
This area has been turned into a "death zone" by Germany. In order to avoid blocking the view, all the trees have been cut down, and there is empty space everywhere.
But there was a hidden danger: the front of more than 30 kilometers was covered with mines. Even the German army did not dare to walk into this "mine graveyard" easily without a map, otherwise they would soon be blown to pieces.
Commander Major General Bernhard was still worried, and neither were his staff, signalmen, and even guards, as could be seen from their frightened eyes.
If this is the case at the command center, it is even more so for the soldiers stationed on the front lines.
Major General Bernhard thought he needed to reassure the soldiers, so he took a few guards out of the command post and walked along the communication trench to the front trench.
"How is it?" Major General Bernhard said to the soldier calmly, "Is everything OK?"
"All is well, General," the soldier replied.
Major General Bernhard nodded appreciatively, walked forward with his chest puffed out, fastened a disciplinary button for a wounded soldier and patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.
"There's nothing to worry about." Major General Bernhard stood on the stomp of the trench and turned to the soldiers and said:
"This is the largest minefield ever built, and there are hundreds of artillery pieces behind us."
"In addition, our army's tanks serve as mobile forces on both wings."
"No one can get through this defense. We have done countless drills and the results are always the same. The enemy will be blown to the sky by us here!"
A timid voice came from below: "But that's Charles."
Someone added: "Yes, Charles has never lost!"
"I know, soldiers," Major General Bernhard replied. "But this time will be an exception, I promise you."
Then he raised his hand and waved back:
"If anyone has a way through this minefield, tell me."
"It's impossible for Ciel's tank to grow wings and fly over here, right?"
The soldiers laughed, and the tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little.
They were veterans and knew that Major General Bernhard was right: such a defense was a quagmire for tanks.
There seemed to be only one way to get through: use artillery to clear the way.
However, even if the French army could transport so many artillery shells, the German army had a way to deal with it: the German army stored many mines in the trenches, and the soldiers would replenish the mines whenever they could during the intervals of the war.
“Woo!”
Just as Major General Bernhard wanted to say a few more words, a French fighter plane flew low over the sky, and the strong wind it brought swept a cloud of dust onto the major general's military cap.
The major general took off his military cap, patted it, and put it back on, then cast his gaze towards the lookout a few meters away.
Low-altitude reconnaissance by French fighter planes often means that their ground troops are about to arrive.
Sure enough, after a while, the lookouts shouted in fear: "Here they come, they are coming, Charles's troops!"
The major general took out the telescope and looked out. Tanks appeared in the aperture of the telescope. It was indeed the "Char B2", the world-famous First Armored Corps, arguably the most powerful force in the world.
He put away the telescope and ordered the soldiers behind him in a deep voice: "Prepare for battle!"
The soldiers responded, each grabbing their weapons and taking their positions.
Rifles were set up at the edge of the trench, with the black muzzles pointing at the no-man's land between the enemy and us, just waiting for the enemy to approach.
The assistant machine gunner loaded the ammunition belt into the Maxim, and the machine gunner used a small hammer to do a final check.
The gunner was holding the anti-tank gun in the bunker, ready to push it out and fire as soon as he received the order.
The signalman shouted into the phone, they were contacting the artillery in the rear to prepare for the upcoming battle.
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Major General Bernhard did not return to his headquarters.
The battle process has been rehearsed many times, so even without command, we can prepare step by step.
He raised the telescope again and looked towards Charles' tank group.
Major General Bernhard was a little curious: How would Charles attack the minefield?
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Fremen Joint Command.
"It seems that we arrived in Saarbrücken at an inappropriate time." Pershing received the telegram with some regret: "There were no German troops blocking the way."
The original plan was for the 1st Panzer Army to advance in battle and reach the outskirts of Saarbrücken before dark in the afternoon.
In this way, the First Armored Army could withdraw under the cover of night and move to Strasbourg. Pershing even arranged a train to transport the First Armored Army.
Overnight, the 1st Panzer Army could be swapped with the 3rd Panzer Army on standby in Strasbourg.
"It doesn't matter." Charles said casually: "Since we are already here and have time, maybe we can give it a try."
"Let's try fighting?" Pershing looked at Charles in surprise. This was not the original plan. How could war be treated so lightly?
"Yes, let's give it a try." Charles pretended not to understand Pershing's expression: "If we can break through the German defenses and occupy Saarbrücken, there will be no need to change the target of the attack."
Hager laughed and rocked back and forth in the rocking chair.
He had his staff buy it specifically for him, as he thought it would highlight his status: neither Charles nor Pershing had a rocking chair.
"Then let's give it a try!" Haig had a gloating smile on his face. After all, the one who was lost was Charles' First Armored Army, so there was nothing wrong with that.
At this moment, Pershing suddenly reacted. He stared at Charles and exclaimed, "You, you were planning to do this, right?"
(End of this chapter)
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