"We've finally waited for you to show up!"
Wang Zhiguo, commander of the 7th Armored Division, licked his lips excitedly.
They arrived in Sannu City very early, specifically to wait for Antoine, the big fish, to emerge from his hole!
"Brothers, follow me!" Wang Zhiguo led the way, driving an FCM 2C heavy tank and crushing the fleeing French troops ahead.
"Da da da da da..."
"Boom..."
The heavy machine guns fired wildly, and the cannons on the turrets spat out tongues of fire, with streaks of orange flame shooting from their muzzles, slamming into the Gallic Rooster troops.
They saw that even the division commanders had charged forward.
The 29th Light Armored Regiment, the 30th Light Armored Regiment, the 31st Light Armored Regiment, and the 32nd Heavy Armored Regiment surrounded the French from four directions, with more than 800 tanks of various types rushing up to form an encirclement.
In an instant, the French army scattered and fled like a flock of panicked sheep.
"Quick, quick, stop them!"
"Damn it! Quick, hold them off!"
The high command of the French army panicked, and officers screamed desperately.
However, it was completely useless.
How terrifying would the combined attack of so many heavy tanks be?
They have few anti-tank guns to begin with, and no tanks at all. Are they supposed to fight hand-to-hand?
The Gallic Rooster's troops were slaughtered mercilessly like helpless lambs. Screams and cries echoed throughout the forest, and thick smoke billowed up, obscuring the starry sky.
Minutes later, an urgent request for assistance was sent to the 121st Infantry Division of Banjahans.
"What?!" Helmut von Stein, commander of the Hans 121st Infantry Division, roared in fury, "What did you say?"
"Commander, the French troops, en route to support Muzhou, were ambushed by the Nationalist Army's armored division," the messenger said in a trembling voice. "They are being slaughtered!"
Helmut von Stein failed to notice the fear and dread in the messenger's tone.
In fact, his eyes were already burning with rage.
But he was unusually calm inside.
Now the main force of the Sakura Kingdom has been attacked by the National Alliance Army, and the troops of the Gallic Rooster have also been ambushed. He only has one division, 18,000 men. It is definitely too late to save them.
The tide has turned in Indochina!
The despicable National League for Democracy! How dare they resort to such tactics! Despicable, shameless, and vile!
"Damn it!" Helmut von Stein cursed under his breath, then turned to his staff officer beside him. "Order the troops to abandon all heavy equipment, get on the trucks, and head to Da Nang!"
"Ah? Commander, this, this..."
"What? Don't you understand orders?" Helmut von Stein coldly shouted, "This is our only chance to survive. If we can leave alive, we'll still have a chance to set foot on this land! If we're too late, there will be no chance at all!!"
"Yes, sir." The staff officer immediately ran out.
In just ten minutes, 18,000 men from the 121st Infantry Division boarded trucks and headed toward Da Nang.
However, not long after they left, the vanguard of the 1st Guards Division of the National League Army, the 6th Light Armored Regiment, caught up with them.
When the commander of the 6th Light Panzer Regiment saw that the Hans 121st Infantry Division was nowhere to be seen in Banyan, he panicked.
"Quickly! Send a telegram to the division headquarters to tell the division commander that the 121st Infantry Division has retreated towards Da Nang."
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At this moment, the already disintegrated Gallic Rooster Army received news of the 121st Infantry Division's escape to the south, causing an uproar.
The Japanese were completely dumbfounded.
Antoine Beaumont's three divisions subsequently collapsed.
Watching his soldiers being routed by their own country's tanks, Antoine Beaumont's face was terrifyingly grim, and he gritted his teeth: "Damn it, bastards! They all deserve to die!"
"Helmut actually deserted in the face of battle!"
"Damn it, is he trying to kill us?"
The soldiers of the Gallic Rooster were furious; they believed that Helmut had betrayed and abandoned them.
Antoine Beaumont had no choice but to order his troops to surrender.
"We surrender!"
"We surrender—!!"
The soldiers of the Gallic Rooster threw down their weapons and raised their hands, allowing the National League soldiers to rush up and capture them.
Wang Zhiguo glanced at the Gallic soldiers, pursed his lips, and muttered to himself, "What spineless cowards."
Antoine Beaumont was then bound hand and foot and put on a truck, which bumped along the way to the prisoner-of-war camp in Laizhou.
"Commander, hurry south! If we can't plug the breach, the Commander-in-Chief won't let us off the hook!" Xie Menghua urged.
"Right, right, I almost forgot about the important matter."
Wang Zhiguo suddenly realized his mistake and led his main force south at top speed.
When Helmut von Stein learned that two armored divisions were pursuing his troops from behind, he was terrified and immediately abandoned all his artillery.
Fortunately, the Hans' trucks were far superior to those of the French, and the enemy was chasing tanks. In no time, the 121st Infantry Division disappeared from sight.
Shen He and Wang Zhiguo were so angry that they jumped up and down.
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When the news reached Lin Feng, he angrily smashed the table with his fist.
"Useless idiots, a bunch of useless idiots! They set up an ambush beforehand, yet the 121st Division still managed to escape!"
Lin Feng was furious.
They thought their elite infantry and armored divisions could take down the 121st Division, but they still managed to let them escape.
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